Page 35 of Enzo (Legacy of Heathens #3)

PENELOPE

I t was only eight in the morning, far too early for all the commotion.

My brothers bickered about some motors and racing, but we all ignored them. Boys would be boys, and all that. Amara pouted, stomping her feet with surprising force. She wanted to skip today’s treatment. Mama said no, of course, to which she responded with screaming into the couch pillows.

“Why can’t I go with you?” I pleaded.

It made no sense that my parents insisted on taking her alone. It was the reason I’d told Enzo we should stay in Sicily—hell, it was the reason I wasn’t finishing my degree in person back in Connecticut.

“Not today,” Mama said, keeping her voice soft but firm. “Papà and Enzo have come to an agreement, and I need you to stay to keep an eye on your brothers. Every time I look away, they manage to get into trouble, and frankly, I don’t trust them not to burn down the house.”

The two men stood in the hallway, discussing something while the rest of us were in the living room.

“What kind of agreement?”

“Enzo will run the DiMauro business for a bit.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “He’s trusting him, just like that,” I deadpanned.

“Yes.”

“Don’t you find it strange?”

“No.”

I let out an exasperated breath. “Can you explain rather than giving me these cryptic one-word answers?”

Mama’s eyes met mine. “Damiano and Armani aren’t at a point where they can be trusted with the responsibility, so Enzo has graciously stepped in.”

I stared at her in disbelief. I was thrilled they were getting along, but I couldn’t help thinking it seemed sudden. And suspicious.

“I have some business in Milan the day after tomorrow.” My head whipped up to look at Enzo, who was talking to Amara. She straightened, her screaming completely forgotten. “Want to come along with your sister and me? With your parents’ approval, of course.”

Amara didn’t wait for our parents to speak, she just shot to her feet and threw herself at Enzo. “Yes, yes, one thousand times yes.”

Enzo’s eyes met mine and I smiled gratefully. He hadn’t mentioned going to Milan, but I suspected he was trying to distract her. The day after our wedding, I’d told him Amara was desperate to go, and he seemed to remember everything I said or did.

“Let’s get through today’s treatment,” Papà said, his words surprisingly calm. “If all goes well, you may go.”

Amara was throwing herself into his arms next, and suddenly our day was looking up.

That evening, I found Enzo on the couch, his head back on the headrest and his eyes closed. I was fresh out of the shower, wearing one of his shirts that fluttered mid-thigh and teased at my lace panties.

He was still in his suit pants, his jacket thrown over the couch armrest. His tie hung loose while he sat with his legs spread wide, a term Anya had recently told me was “manspreading.” She’d explained it like it was a bad thing, but there was nothing wrong with what I saw in front of me.

It’d been a whirlwind since my parents left for the hospital.

Things were going smoothly until my phone lit up like a caffeinated lightning bug and I got distracted by the girls’ group chat.

In the span of what couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, Damiano and Armani managed to sneak out, hit up an underground car race, obliterate a vineyard, and total Papà’s vintage Ferrari.

Enzo called in a favor with a local garage owner who swore on his mama’s grave that he’d get the frame fixed and delivered by tomorrow morning.

I didn’t know much about cars, but as long as the damage wasn’t noticeable, I didn’t really care.

Then a shipment was docked in Palermo, and Enzo had to leave us to take care of it while I negotiated a price for the damaged grapes with the farmer. I was pretty sure he ended up with more than he’d ever earned before, but at least my parents would be ignorant to what happened.

Thankfully, they’d called and said Amara’s appointment had gone very well. It was the silver lining to an otherwise shitty day.

“Your brothers are fucking tornados,” Enzo muttered, never opening his eyes. “I don’t think we should have sons. Only daughters. But I don’t think I could stand it if they looked like you. I’d need a stockpile of weapons, for starters.”

I let out a strangled laugh at the compliment buried beneath his overprotectiveness.

“Agreed on my brothers. They’re teenagers, hopefully they’ll mature.”

He scoffed. “For the sake and well-being of the world, I hope so.”

I padded across the living room and came to stand between his parted legs. “You know, if you’re considering children, we would probably need to start by having sex.”

His eyes opened the rest of the way, his pupils blown wide. My heart palpitated while my pulse danced in a strange way, and suddenly I needed to be touched by him.

“I was giving you time, like you asked.”

“Oh.” That gesture alone had me all weak in my knees.

He chuckled. “ Oh , she says.”

I swallowed, leaning forward and pushing my fingers across his neck and into the thick hair at his nape.

“I haven’t gotten to know all of you yet,” I rasped, anticipation building between us. My breasts were so close to his face, I could feel his hot breath ghosting across my skin through the material of his shirt. “But what I know, I like.”

His hand skimmed up the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer until his pants brushed against my skin.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“And?”

“You should probably know I’m on birth control.”

“I already do.” Why does that not surprise me? After all, invasions of privacy were his forte, although I didn’t have it in me to be mad about it at the moment. “We should get to know every inch of each other’s bodies before we have kids.”

Every inch of me ignited. My breaths came in quick bursts. “I need you tonight.”

I didn’t have to say it twice.

He brought up a hand and his fingers dug into my hair, angling my head for a kiss. “I thought you’d never fucking ask, mia anima .”

Then his mouth crashed over mine, our tongues clashing and teeth clacking, setting my body on fire with every wicked lick.

I moaned, parting my lips for him, and he lingered a breath away before he said, “Tonight, I’ll have you screaming my name as I lick you anywhere and everywhere you want to be licked. You just need to say please.”

“Please.”

“Good girl.” His voice was seductive as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his fingers tightening.

“Would a good girl suck your dick?” My face burned with embarrassment saying those words out loud, but the thunderstorm in his eyes made me forget all about it.

“If that’s what you want.” A note of darkness laced his response.

I lowered down to my knees and reached for the belt, the clank of it loud in the silence of the cottage. Next, I reached for the zipper and lowered his pants and black designer briefs.

His cock sprang out, hard, thick, and long, a single purple vein running along the shaft.

I hesitated.

I’d never given a blowjob, but I’d seen one or two videos—fine, porn—that demonstrated. It looked easy enough, but as I stared at his length, I wasn’t sure how I’d get it all into my mouth.

Enzo sat like a king about to be served, but the tension in his shoulders told me maybe he was about to unravel. And I wanted to be the reason for it.

“I’ve never done this,” I murmured, wrapping my fingers around his smooth, hard erection. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

“You could stare at it and you’d be doing it right,” he said, his breathing harsh.

I licked my lips, then tilted my head, taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them gently.

“Fuck,” he hissed, dropping his head back while watching me through a half-lidded gaze. I continued to suck on his testicles while I pumped his cock. “I thought you said you’ve never done this before.”

I pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’ve watched a tutorial or two.”

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Then show me what you’ve learned, wife. Succhialo .” Suck.

Stifling a smile, I laved the tip of his cock with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth as he glided down my throat.

“Look at me,” he demanded roughly, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

My gaze flicked to his, and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. He maneuvered me up and down, my head bobbing as he controlled the pace. He thrust deeper into my mouth with every move until he hit the back of my throat.

My eyes watered and I gagged.

“Just like that,” he praised, deep-throating me as he cradled my face with both hands. “ Mia anima .”

He fucked my mouth, watching me with a hunger that told me he planned to devour me. Like I was the most precious thing that’d ever happened to him. Like I was his everything. And it made me feel like I was on top of the world.

“ Cazzo , I’m going to come,” he rasped, attempting to pull out.

I shook my head subtly and he groaned, letting out a hoarse sound. He thrust his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat again, once, twice, and he finished in my mouth.

Our gazes locked as I swallowed, then darted my tongue to lick drops of his cum off my lips.

His breaths came out heavy, devotion and something else in his eyes that had me wondering whether this was what it felt like when passion collided with true feelings.

I stood up, his hands hungry on me.

“I love seeing you in my clothes,” he grunted while taking them off. I yanked his tie off, then fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before discarding both on the floor.

I slipped my panties down my legs, both of us now naked, and I couldn’t get enough of him. Enzo was a magnificent specimen of a man, his abs ripped and his muscles honed to perfection, but he somehow wasn’t overly bulky.

His hands cupped my ass, rough and urgent, and I straddled him, his mouth latching on to my breast. His cock brushed against my hot core, and I shuddered. He rolled his hips again and again, each motion against my slit sending a shot of pleasure through me.

“Too much?” he rasped, skimming his mouth over my lips, my jawline, and then down to my neck. Anticipation buzzed underneath my skin as I brought my lust-filled gaze up to meet his.

“Not enough,” I breathed.

I barely got the words out before his finger found my soaked entrance and he slid inside. His other hand traveled up to cup my breast, twisting one nipple roughly.

I threw my head back and moaned.

“Oh… Enzo… I… need…” I couldn’t think straight, but he seemed to know exactly what I needed.

He slipped another finger into me, then another, until he had most of his hand filling me.

He swallowed my moans as he thrust his fingers into me until pleasure shot through me like a lightning bolt. I came all over his hand, shudders rolling down my spine, my body quickly turning into mush.

“We’re just getting started, mia anima ,” he growled. His finger trailed over my chest, working my nipples between his fingers. My back arched into his touch, his musky scent overwhelming me.

“Can’t wait, marito ,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“ Bene .” He must have been pleased with my answer because a moment later he was jerking me upward. “Sit on my face,” he purred before burying his face into my pussy.

“Holy shit,” I moaned as he devoured me like a starved man eating his last meal. I braced myself on the back of the couch as he sucked and licked, rocking against his mouth and relishing the power this position made me feel.

A shudder rolled through me. My eyes rolled back into my head, my pussy throbbing.

He thrust his tongue inside me. In, out, in, out, faster and faster until my impending orgasm was about to explode. It gathered at the base of my spine before it detonated, just like that.

Before I could catch my breath, he grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

He rose, took a few steps, then grunted, “ Cazzo , I can’t wait.”

My back was suddenly pressed against the cold wall, the sensation against my heated skin almost too much to bear.

Then he slammed into me, all the way. A scream ripped from my throat as he stretched me with his cock.

My inner walls clenched around him as he fucked me through another orgasm.

Tears sprung to my eyes at the intense pleasure building inside me.

He kept rutting into me, my mindless whimpers and moans flowing, mixing with his grunts.

“Ohhh… my… fucking… God.”

His dark chuckle reverberated through me. “Scream my name, wife. Let me hear you say it.”

His left hand came to my throat, caging me against the wall, and then he pulled out until his tip teased at my entrance.

“Enzo… Enzo…” I chanted his name like it was my religion.

My nails dug into his forearms, clinging to him in hopes it would anchor me to reality. Our limbs furiously clashed, the sounds coming from our sweat-slicked bodies creating an atmosphere of pure sin.

Heat blazed hotter in my body and my pussy clenched around his length. His grip on my throat tightened, faint spots dancing across my vision as his thrusts turned savage.

“Enzo,” I sobbed, and it only seemed to spur him on. “Fuck yes.” I gasped. “Please… I’m going to… again… Fuck! ”

Friction between our bodies built. Enzo’s chest glistened and taut muscles corded his neck as he fucked me with full force, hitting my G-spot over and over again.

“Ah… Ah… Enzo…” I screamed as white-hot pleasure blazed through me.

Every thought drifted away, leaving behind a delicious numbness. When my husband finally came, his cock twitching and pulsing inside me, I realized this might not be the worst outcome for my future. Not at all.

I lay slumped into him, our breaths heavy and my husband still deep inside me. My eyes drooped when he scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

As he laid me down, his big body wrapped me in his embrace, heating me like a blanket. I buried my face into his warm chest, peppering it with feather-light kisses.

“We have to do this more often,” I murmured, smiling blissfully as sleep pulled me under.