Page 2 of Enzo (Legacy of Heathens #3)
His eyes locked with mine, and the most devastating smile spread across the masked man’s face, the truth beaming from his eyes and nearly blinding me.
Oh. My. God .
I had died and gone into delulu land because something about his words had me grinning like a fool.
He must think women liked hearing that sort of thing, but if he only knew who my family was, he’d likely retract his threat.
Regardless, I couldn’t find the decency to care about consequences.
I wanted him— needed him—and nobody would stop me.
“I’ll hold you to it,” I whispered despite the voice screaming at me that I’d regret this night.
Was it so wrong to want a few hours in which I could lose myself in this man’s darkness and let him unravel me?
“Do you enjoy being spanked?”
His question caught me so off guard I nearly stumbled in my four-inch heels. Would have, had he not reached forward and gripped my hips, steadying me. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the slickness coating my folds. I was hot, needy, and on the verge of combusting.
“Do you want to spank me?” I tried to keep my tone neutral but failed spectacularly.
My masked man’s smile grew—as did the lust raging in his eyes. “That… amongst other things.”
The coils in my stomach were wound so tight I squirmed again, which earned me a predatory smile.
“N-no spanking today,” I managed to breathe out. It was my first time and hardly something I wanted to admit to a complete stranger. “I just want to…”
I didn’t know what to say, but he seemed to understand.
He leaned forward, inhaling the scent of my arousal, and whispered, “I’ll make it good for you.”
Take that, Enzo Marchetti , I thought smugly.
I’d be the one laughing when he slid that stupid ring on my finger, knowing I’d lost my virginity to the hottest stranger on the planet. Thanks to this man, I would experience—even if only for a brief moment—what it meant to be the most sated woman on this planet.
Tonight was for me, before I was married off to Enzo who would take my best years from me.
As if he’d read my thoughts, his beautiful and oh-so-kissable lips curved into a smile, and every part of me melted into a puddle.
A drip of darkness slithered through his gaze, the kind that was a bit too familiar for comfort. The same darkness I noticed in the men of our family. I hesitated, but before I could dwell on it, a ghost of a smile passed his lips and he said, “I’ll make you forget everything tonight.”
Mission accomplished, because his dimples alone blanked my mind.
“Sh-shouldn’t you take your clothes off too?” I panted.
He smiled. “Later.”
His strong hands grasped my bare thighs, a vintage Rolex on his left wrist and no other jewelry. His warmth instantly seeped into me, spreading all the way down to my toes.
It was funny. He was on his knees, yet somehow it felt as if he were towering over me. Not that I wasn’t used to the dynamic; my five feet three inches were rarely a match for the men I surrounded myself with.
He wrapped his hand around my nape and pulled me closer, fusing our lips together.
It felt like being swallowed whole by him.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the pleasure that shot through me.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I wrapped my hands around his neck, clutching the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. Needing more, more, more .
I had no idea when his fingers had traveled back south, but before I could blink the fog from my vision, he dug them into my ass cheeks. I reacted on instinct, grinding shamelessly against him as lust ignited in my lower belly.
His body was like marble under my touch. I moaned, sinking my claws into him, needing everything he could possibly offer.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, mia anima ,” he groaned, his lips moving against my mouth. My soul , he called me, while he made mine shudder. Or maybe it was his expert mouth.
“You too,” I rasped mindlessly, my moves frantic and my hands hungry. He pulled away, and I blinked in confusion. “Why did you stop?”
“Don’t rush this,” he murmured. “Savor it.”
I wanted to laugh, or maybe cry, because this was so typical of an Italian man.
Before I could come back with anything clever, the man’s lips were back on mine, soft like velvet as he slowly devoured me.
I followed his lead, and when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, another moan bubbled in my throat.
He swallowed it, humming his approval, and it felt like the best kind of reward.
We kissed like two hungry humans, starved for touch but also desperate to savor every single second.
He bit my lower lip hard before sucking the pain away, then stood and wrapped my legs around his waist. I cried, grinding my body shamelessly against his abs.
He slipped his hand between us and guided two fingers into me as he laid me onto a couch, the material under my heated skin buttery soft.
My head fell back against the headrest of the couch as I gazed at him down the length of my nose, watching his hand move expertly.
An involuntary moan escaped my lips when he curled his fingers. Each time he thrust them in, they seemed to uncover a new spot inside me, until he found the spot, and whether it was my gasp or the way I clenched around him, he kept at it. In and out. In and out.
An obscenely erotic noise filled the room. A noise that came from me, from how wet I was.
He broke our kiss, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and drove his tongue into me.
“Holy shit,” I panted, my eyes squeezing shut. He licked and sucked, rolling his tongue around my clit like he was eating the world’s most exquisite dessert. “Oh my…”
His chuckle rumbled through his chest and vibrated to my core as my hips arched into his mouth of their own will. Then he started fucking me with his tongue.
A fleeting thought entered my mind. I should have the freedom to choose this man. Or any other. It isn’t fair.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and gripped it like I was scared someone would snatch this away from me before I had a chance to experience it in full. I didn’t want to miss a single fucking moment.
My head rolled against the armrest as the stranger’s mouth devoured me, and every noise from his throat brought me closer and closer to another orgasm.
I clamped my thighs around his face, grinding against him like a wanton hussy.
His eyes met mine, hooded and black as the night sky, and he didn’t need to say the words for me to know how much he enjoyed eating my pussy.
He closed his lips over my swollen clit and sucked it with force.
“ Fuckfuckfuck! ” I cried out, my entire body shaking violently as waves of pleasure smashed through me. I felt it from the tips of my toes to the hairs on my head. It was like an electric shock, and I’d never wanted something so bad.
He spoke, his voice low, but the words were drowned in the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.
When my eyes fluttered open, it was to his gaze on me and his breathing uneven, a dark gleam in his eyes that had me clawing at reality.
And he’d never even taken his clothes off.