Page 102 of The Devil

“Enzo!” My woman begins to whimper and moan, and I feel the moment another orgasm hits her, making her inner walls grip the fuck out of my cock.

My pleasure strikes fast and hard, and all I can do is bury myself deep inside her before every muscle in my body strains to snapping point and I’m unable to move.

“Foda-se. Foda-se. Foda-se,” I gasp through the overpowering waves of ecstasy crashing through me, and theway her pussy keeps squeezing my cock just makes the orgasm last longer.

My heart thunders in my chest, and I can only groan to express how fucking amazing my orgasm feels.

The instant the pleasure releases its intense hold on my body, I slump forward, my body pressing Jenna’s into the mattress. I gasp for air as I gather her in my arms.

Jenna wraps her legs around my ass, locking them in place to keep me pinned to her, and I could get drunk on how good every inch of her naked body feels beneath mine.

Once I manage to catch my breath, I can’t stop myself from slowly plunging into her, making residual spasms of pleasure zap through us.

Suddenly, Jenna lets out a chuckle, and I lift my head so I can see her face. The breathtakingly happy smile I see fills me with a satisfaction nothing else could ever give me.

I’m responsible for the post-orgasmic glow on her face.

I made her come three times.

I helped her conquer her demons, and tomorrow I’ll listen to their screams before I erase them from this planet, because no man who hurts the woman I love gets to exist in the same realm as her.

“I love you,” I say, my tone rough from the overwhelming emotions I feel.

Jenna frames my jaw with her hands, and her eyes sparkle like emeralds and sapphires. “I love you, too. So much.” Her smile turns emotional. “I love feeling you inside me.”

“I’ll fuck you every day to make sure you never stop feeling me,meu coração.”

She lets out a burst of laughter, her cheeks turning pink. “Okay.”

I left Jenna in Oscar’s care, and just like yesterday, I feel edgy because it’s difficult being away from her.

After Santiago and I arrive at the factory, I check that we have everything we’ll need for today. Three fifteen-inch knives, culinary torches, gasoline, and a fire extinguisher.

Santiago picks up one of the knives and taps his finger against it. “Nice and sharp. It should go in smoothly.”

“Thanks, man,” I hear John say from outside, then he comes in via the side door, and grinning, he walks toward me.

The guard shuts and locks the door behind him.

“Hey, boss. Sorry, I’m late. I stopped at a gas station to get smokes and catch up with an old friend.” He gives Santiago a chin lift. “Didn’t know you’re still here, Mr. Castro.”

I cross my arms over my chest so I don’t reach out and snap the bastard’s neck right off, and I say, “Jenna doesn’t work there anymore.”

Confusion ripples over his face, and his smile falters. “What?”

“You know I don’t like to repeat myself,” I mutter. My eyes flick to Santiago, and I nod, giving him the signal to open the office door.

John shakes his head. “What’s going on, boss?”

“We have a surprise for you,” Santiago answers on my behalf. “Picked up a few of your friends for a little reunion.”

Santiago opens the door, and two guards go in to haul the three men out, one at a time, and line them up in front of the office.

I look from the kneeling men to John. “I know everything.”

John begins to shake his head wildly. “Whatever they told you, it’s a lie. I don’t know these men.”

“Fuck you, JJ,” Wayne shouts before spitting on the floor. “This was all your idea.”