Page 22 of Enzo (Legacy of Heathens #3)

PENELOPE

I need you to fuck me.

He insisted I just say the word, whatever I needed, and somehow that was what my deranged brain had come up with. Yet I couldn’t speak them, and that frustrated me.

I was a woman with needs, and I was married. My masked stranger would forever remain that: a stranger. So why not make this man useful? He was objectively attractive, and his interest in me was clear, if that bulge I saw in his pants a moment ago was any indication.

After my little rendezvous in Revelation, I realized I liked sex.

A lot. Until that night, I’d never managed to reach the peak, but it was no longer a mystery.

Every night since, I’d touched myself the way my masked stranger had.

I even fantasized about him, and slowly but surely, my self-pleasure became a ritual.

The problem was it didn’t even scratch the surface of the real thing. The feel of his hard body pressed against mine and his hot breath against my skin, his hips rutting into me… It was hardly enough.

So, unless I intended to cheat on my brand-new husband—which was a dangerous idea—I should get my fix from him. Right? It was basic biology, really.

And I could admit it wouldn’t be a terrible hardship.

Enzo’s dark features and beautiful eyes probably drew women to him like bees to honey. Hence, he must have had a lot of practice and was good at it. I could use the experience for when I found a way to free myself from the arrangement after all.

Dammit, I wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was. Maybe I should just go with the flow and hope for the best.

But he knew as well as I did that rolling over and playing the role of submissive wife went against my every instinct. He would smell something cooking straight away.

Everyone knew you got more with honey than vinegar, though… So maybe I should just fuck his brains out, get him pussy-whipped, then convince him to take us back to Sicily so I could be closer to Amara and my family. I’d figure the rest out from there.

Yes, good plan.

Suddenly feeling positive and even cheerful because I was about to get laid and manipulate my husband into doing my bidding, I discarded my clothing piece by piece and stepped into the luxurious shower.

Seeing my favorite toiletry brands put me into an even better mood, and I started to hum and even sway to a beat playing in my head. Once done, I wrapped myself in a big, fluffy towel.

I strolled into the bedroom, still dripping, and my feet faltered. Because there was Enzo, his muscular shoulders filling the doorway of the bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest, and a smirk on his face.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” he drawled. “Did something happen in the ten minutes I was gone?”

My first instinct was to snap at him, but then I remembered my plan, and I smiled sweetly.

“Well, I was thinking…” I said softly.

“About?”

“Sex,” I rushed out, not allowing myself the chance to back out, then proceeded to drop the towel in a puddle around my feet. “With you.”

I could feel the color rising in my cheeks, but I ignored it and strutted across the suite toward him. The shock and disbelief on his face was priceless, but it was the gleam in his eyes that fed my confidence and gave me the courage to close the distance between us.

“Are you sure?” God, his voice was wrapped in the most delicious sin. My pulse quickened when he pressed me against his rock-hard frame. “Once we take that step, I’ll consume you, body and soul.”

He canted his hips forward, dragging his hard length along my pussy, the friction of his suit and promise of pleasure making me shudder with anticipation. Even through the fabric, I could feel his size, and longing settled in the pit of my stomach.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?”

“No, wife. I’m trying to warn you. Maybe even turn you on.”

Fuck, he spoke as though my inner thighs weren’t already slick. No, Pen . Stick to the plan . I could feel the tables turning with every word he rasped.

“You only met me a week ago. We’ve barely talked. You can’t possibly know what turns me on.”

If my body hadn’t already betrayed my aroused state, my breathless words did.

“Your eyes tell me everything I need to know.”

Holding his gaze, I pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders and threw it on the ground. His vest and tie soon joined the jacket and I started working on the buttons of his dress shirt. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

My mind blanked as I stared at my husband’s sculpted, tanned chest and eight-pack abs, trailing the V-lines down from his hips as they disappeared into the waistband of his pants. Enzo was the personification of an Italian stud and I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming his strong, muscled body.

I fumbled for his belt, eagerly working on it, and when I pushed his pants down his muscular legs, his cock sprung free. Thick and hard. Magnificent.

Sweet fucking Jesus.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d be cock-whipped by the end of this honeymoon.

I licked my lips, my thighs throbbing with the need to feel him inside me.

“Penelope.” I raised my head, and judging by the look on his face, he’d tried to get my attention before.

“Y-yes?” I reached toward his smooth, throbbing cock and my blood sizzled. My body tingled. I couldn’t breathe, and as my fingers wrapped around his length, I knew it was game over for him. Or was it for me?

He stared at me, eyes blazing. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Or I can fuck you, whatever,” I mumbled, my brain short-circuiting from the sexual tension brewing in this bedroom.

My hands met his shoulders, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. I was flying blind right now, driven only by this traitorous body that seemed to suddenly—desperately—want some dick. Fucking sue me.

“You’ll give me your all,” he added as his lashes lowered, throwing shadows over the sharp lines of his face.

“Just fuck me already before I lose my mind,” I demanded.

A hint of a smile curved his lips and he pressed our foreheads together. “Just remember you asked for it.”

Then he claimed my mouth, dominating it as a range of sensations swirled through me.

His touch turned rough, his kisses wild, as his hot flesh burned under my fingers.

I moaned when he slid his tongue inside my mouth and we molded together for a messy, wet kiss.

His hands came to my naked hips, sending a tremble through me. His palms slid over my hips to the curve of my ass and then he hoisted me up in one swift movement, never breaking away.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my fingers in his hair, my body ready to take everything he had to give.

He set me on the bed, spreading my thighs open so he could step between them. I met his eyes, watching as his muscles twitched with arousal. He leaned forward and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, like he wanted to suck my soul into his own.

My back touched the mattress and I pulled him down on top of me, only to shift us around. He lay against the pillows, half sitting up as I straddled him.

His cock brushed against my throbbing entrance.

He groaned; I moaned.

A shaky breath escaped me as my hand traveled over his hot skin. My brain turned hazy as a strong rush of desire slammed into me, making my ears ring.

My breasts rose and fell, and his gaze locked on them as he captured a nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked, then nipped at it, making stars shoot behind my eyes. My eyes rolled back into my head, my pulse throbbing between my legs with an ache.

I shifted on his erection, grinding against his pelvis as fire burned my insides into ash. I was close to finding my release.

He slid his hand into my hair and yanked me closer to him, his next words rough against my ear. “Fuck me, mia anima .”

His mouth latched on to my throat, kissing and nipping as I positioned myself so his cock brushed back and forth against my pussy. A needy whimper escaped me as I lowered myself down onto his glistening length.

He cursed in Italian, his passion and rough timbre launching me toward that elusive peak.

“Please,” I panted, my thighs quivering as I adjusted to the fullness. “Oh my G?—”

“Think carefully about who you call out to.” His voice shifted dangerously.

“Enzo,” I breathed.

“That’s right,” he gritted, then gripped my hips and pushed me down until I’d sunk onto his length.

“It’s… too much,” I whimpered when he thrust his hips up, and he instantly stilled.

His gaze found mine while his mouth lowered to my breasts again. Ever so slowly, he licked and sucked, making the heat spread to every part of my body.

I rocked forward tentatively and a grunted “Fuck” slipped from his lips.

His heated gaze lowered down to where we were connected and I started moving, rolling my hips and shuddering with each motion. My clit ground against him, drawing whimpers and moans from my throat.

He nipped my breasts, then moved to suck and bite my neck roughly. Almost as if he were marking me.

“Penelope,” he moaned in my ear with a husky need I felt in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

I froze for a second, but his roaming hands distracted me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair to angle my head for a deep kiss, while his other hand gripped the flesh at my hips to force me to grind against him harder.

I let my body take over, rolling my hips so my pussy bounced up and down the full length of his shaft.

Enzo slapped my ass as he thrust up, filling me, while his mouth was everywhere: on my neck, my breasts, my nipples.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I came so hard my whole body trembled and I nearly collapsed onto his sweat-soaked chest. It felt like lightning struck as the orgasm washed over me with the intensity of an avalanche. Unstoppable. Unforgettable.

“Beautiful,” he rasped, nipping at my earlobe.

I didn’t get any more warning before he flipped me onto my back, folded my knees against his chest, and began to thrust into me again. His eyes locked with mine, he slammed into me, hard and ruthless. My fingers gripped the sheets as my breasts bounced, our eyes looking down to where he entered me.

“Mine,” he claimed as my hips rolled under him.

He swallowed my moans and whimpers with his mouth while the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bedroom with an obscene eroticism.

His grip on my hip became bruising, tension radiating from him.

Another climax built. Violent and consuming, this time.

I wrapped my hands around my husband, clawing at his back as he thrust in and out, not giving me a break from the delicious assault.

“I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me,” he growled in my ear, then sought out my lips. His heartbeat raced against mine while his pelvis ground against my clit.

And I came again, so hard that my pussy strangled his cock. He thrust through my orgasm, once, twice, three times and he erupted inside me with a shudder.

He slumped on top of me, the warmth of his body a heavy blanket and his musky scent that of a familiar lover.

Our breaths filled the silence.

Full of contentment. Full of bliss. Full of?—

“ Figlio di puttana .” You son of a bitch.