Page 45 of Ruined By Blood (Feretti Syndicate #2)

"Relax," he murmurs against my skin. "Just feel."

I force myself to breathe. To relax into the feeling. His thumb presses just a little harder. Not inside, just pressure. It sends a jolt straight to my clit. I moan, pushing back against him. Wetness gushes from me, coating his fingers.

"That's it," he praises. "Good girl."

Then his fingers are gone. I whimper at the loss. I hear the tear of foil. The condom. Anticipation thrums through my veins. He kneels behind me again, his cock brushing against my ass. Hard and hot. I push my hips back, trying to impale myself on him, but he holds me still.

"Patience," he rumbles.

He lines himself up at my entrance. Then he slides into me with one powerful thrust. I cry out as he fills me completely. God, he feels so good. So deep.

He starts moving immediately, setting a hard, fast pace. His hands grip my hips tightly as he fucks into me. Each thrust drives him deeper. I feel him hitting that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My cunt grips him tighter with each stroke.

"Fuck, Sienna," he groans. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

His thumb returns to my asshole, rubbing in time with his thrusts. The pressure there, combined with his cock deep inside me, pushes me higher and higher. I feel my orgasm building, a tight coil in my belly. My moans turn to desperate cries.

"Enzo! Oh God! I'm... I'm close!"

His grip on my hips tightens. His thrusts become harder, deeper.

His thumb presses harder against my asshole.

The added sensation pushes me over the edge.

My vision whites out as my orgasm crashes through me.

I scream his name as my pussy pulses around his cock, milking him.

Wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body until I collapse onto the bed, trembling and spent.

Enzo falls beside me, his chest heaving with exertion. For a few moments, we just lie there, catching our breath, our skin cooling in the air-conditioned room.

Enzo rolls onto his side and pulls me against him, my back to his chest. He plants a kiss on my shoulder, then trails his lips up to my neck. I shiver as his stubble scratches my sensitive skin.

"You okay?" he murmurs against my ear .

I nod, too blissed out to form words right away. His hand traces idle patterns on my hip, and I feel the rumble of his chuckle against my back.

"I think I broke you," he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Maybe a little," I admit, finding my voice at last. "In a good way."

He kisses my temple before sitting up. I roll onto my back to watch him as he moves around the bedroom. His naked body is a work of art.

He grabs his boxer briefs from the floor and pulls them on, then reaches for his jeans.

"Where are you going?" I ask, trying not to sound disappointed.

"Nowhere far," he says, zipping up his jeans. He leaves them unbuttoned at the top as he searches for his t-shirt. "Just thought I'd grab us some food. We've worked up an appetite."

I stretch languidly on the bed, not bothering to cover myself. I love the way his eyes darken as they roam over my naked body.

"Food sounds amazing," I say. "Then we can keep this going?" I bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy despite everything we've just done.

Enzo finds his shirt and pulls it over his head. He climbs back onto the bed, leaning over me with his hands planted on either side of my head.

"Oh, we're definitely not done," he growls. "I plan on fucking you until neither of us can walk straight."

Heat floods my core again at his words. He lowers his head and captures my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

"What do you want to eat?" he asks when he pulls away .

I think for a moment. "Surprise me. But don't forget to bring some tiramisu too."

He raises an eyebrow. "Tiramisu? Getting specific with your demands now, piccola?"

I laugh, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair. "What can I say? I have a craving for something sweet."

"I'll see what Ettore can do." He kisses me once more before standing. "Don't move from this bed. I want you exactly like this when I get back."

"Yes, sir," I tease, giving him a mock salute.

Enzo's eyes darken again. "Be careful with that mouth, Sienna. Or I might have to find another use for it when I return."

The promise in his voice sends another shiver down my spine. He smirks, knowing exactly what effect he has on me, then turns and heads for the door.

"Don't be long," I call after him.

He pauses at the doorway, looking back at me sprawled naked across his bed. "I wouldn't dream of it."

I wake to the weight of someone's gaze on me. Opening my eyes, I find Sienna's blue ones staring down at me, her head propped on one hand while the other traces invisible patterns on my chest. The morning light filtering through the curtains catches in her hair, turning it to liquid gold.

"Morning," she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips.

I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You watching me sleep, piccola?"

"Maybe." The smile grows wider. "I want to see my mother today."

The request is simple but loaded with meaning. After years of separation and the trauma of yesterday, I understand her need to reconnect with Charlotte. I can't help but laugh at her directness.

"What's so funny?" she asks, brow furrowing.

"Nothing." I pull her down for a quick kiss. "We'll do whatever you want today. Your mother is probably eager to see you too."

Relief washes over her features. "Thank you."

I sit up, stretching muscles still sore from yesterday's confrontation. "Let's get breakfast first. Then we'll head over."

We dress in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other like teenagers. I catch myself watching her brush her hair, transfixed by the simple, normal act.

"What?" she asks, catching me in the mirror.

"You're beautiful," I say simply.

Her cheeks flush pink. "You're not so bad yourself."

Downstairs, the kitchen buzzes with familiar morning sounds. Damiano sits at the table reading something on his tablet while Zoe pours coffee. Lucrezia picks at a plate of fruit.

"There they are," Damiano says, looking up as we enter.

Zoe immediately offers Sienna coffee, which she accepts with a shy "thank you. "

"Ettore made waffles," Lucrezia announces, pushing the plate toward us.

As we settle in to eat, Damiano sets his tablet aside. "What's the plan for today?" His question seems casual, but I know my brother. He's already planned his entire day down to the minute.

"Taking Sienna to see Charlotte," I reply, adding more syrup to my waffles than strictly necessary. "Then I need to stop by the warehouse."

Sienna's fork pauses halfway to her mouth. She says nothing, but understanding flickers in her eyes. She knows exactly what—or rather who—waits at the warehouse. Sterling's reckoning.

She sets her fork down carefully and takes a deliberate sip of coffee instead. Her silence speaks volumes.

"I'll have Daniel drive you both," Damiano offers. "He can wait and bring you back while Enzo handles his business."

"That works," I agree, watching Sienna's reaction from the corner of my eye.

Lucrezia changes the subject, asking Zoe about the baby, and breakfast continues. Under the table, Sienna's hand finds mine, squeezing once.

"Your mother's been through a lot," I say quietly while the others talk. "She'll need time to recover completely from the drugs."

Sienna nods. "I know. I just need to see her."

"And you will." I bring her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles. "For as long as you want."

Across the table, Damiano watches our exchange with unreadable eyes before returning to his conversation with Zoe.

Lucrezia sets down her fork, turning to Sienna. "We should go shopping today. Get you some clothes that actually fit instead of borrowing mine and Zoe's."

"Or," she continues, tone brightening, "we could have your things brought here."

Sienna stiffens slightly beside me. "No," she says, her voice soft but firm. "I don't want anything from that house. Just a few personal things," Sienna clarifies. "My camera. Some photographs. She takes a deliberate breath. "Everything else, I want to buy new. Start fresh."

I squeeze her hand under the table, understanding the need to cut ties with the past. Objects carry memories—some too painful to keep.

"Whatever you want, piccola," I tell her. "We'll get you anything you need."

Sienna turns to me, determination flashing in her eyes. "I want to get my driver's license."

This catches me off guard. "Your license?"

"I know how to drive," she explains. "My father had a driver teach me, in case he ever needed me to... well, it doesn't matter why. But I want to be able to go places by myself. Not always rely on others."

Her words hang in the air. Independence. After a lifetime of control, she's claiming her freedom piece by piece.

"Of course," I say without hesitation. "We'll handle the paperwork. You'll have your license by the end of the week."

Damiano raises an eyebrow at me, clearly thinking about security concerns, but I silence him with a look. We'll work out protection details later. What matters is Sienna feeling in control of her life.

"There will be a lot of things like that," I tell her. "Bank accounts, identification, legal matters. But we'll handle each one as it comes. Whatever you need to build your life—it's yours."

She studies my face, searching for the catch, the hidden price. Finding none, she smiles—a real smile that reaches her eyes.

"Thank you."

I check my watch. "We should get going if you want to see your mother before I head to the warehouse."

Sienna nods, rising from her chair. I follow her lead, touching her lower back as we leave the kitchen.