Page 24 of The Prices We Pay (Vittori Enterprises #1)

Enzo

T he whistle of the tea kettle goes off like a gunshot.

Joe reaches for it, but I pin her tight against the counter with my hips, groaning when the head of my dick comes into contact with her stomach, and reach across the narrow kitchen to turn off the stove—never once removing my eyes from hers.

Even in the darkness of the night, they’re the brightest shade of gray I’ve ever seen.

She eyes me playfully as she says, “I need that to make a cup of tea. It helps me fall asleep.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. Sleep will be calling your name when I’m done with you. ”

“Well, if you’re that boring of a lay, I might as well—”

“Brat,” I bite out as I bend down and throw her naked body over my shoulders.

“Lorenzo!” she screams as she smacks my ass as I carry her toward her bedroom.

I pinch hers in return, and she lets out a squeal that goes straight to my already rock-hard cock. Entering her room, I throw her onto her bed, watching in fascination as her dark hair sprawls across the plum-colored duvet and the way her full breasts bounce as she hits the mattress.

They’re full and round, just big enough to fit in my hands, and her dark pink nipples are practically screaming to be sucked on. Her right one is ever-so-slightly larger than the left, but regardless, they’re the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen.

My eyes quickly graze over the rest of her body.

It’s toned and muscular, likely from hours spent at the gym; she has a small jewel through the top of her belly button, and tattoos cover her skin.

She doesn’t have nearly as many as I do, but her ink is impressive nonetheless.

However, upon closer inspection, I notice a large scar on the top of her thigh, one I didn’t seem to notice the other morning in the coffee shop, and several circular scars covering her abdomen and chest. A waver of white-hot anger courses through me, as I’ve seen and done enough damage in my life to know the one on her thigh is in the perfect place for a compound fracture, and the small dots are likely from lit cigarettes.

She notices me eyeing the wounds and the way my body tenses before she whispers, “Don’t, Lorenzo…”

“Sweetheart.” The nickname comes out shaky. “Who did that to you? Just give me a name, and I’ll—”

Shaking her head quickly, she pleads, “Not right now. Please. I’ll explain to you someday, but… please… not now.”

I swallow harshly at her request. As much as I want to murder whoever it was that put their hands on this woman, it doesn’t overpower my need to be inside her.

For the two of us to be so wrapped up in one another, we can’t tell where she ends, and I begin.

Taking a few deep breaths, I recenter and refocus myself.

But I have to ask her first. “Promise, you’ll tell me.

Promise, you will tell me who did that to you. ”

Joe hesitates for a second but eventually nods and whispers, “I promise.”

I take half a step forward so my legs press against the end of her mattress.

Grabbing her by the ankle, I lift her leg and place her foot on my shoulder.

I give the inside of her foot a soft kiss and almost drop to my knees when I see her back arch slightly off the bed.

Lightly, I drag my tongue along the inside of her leg, placing a kiss every few inches until I reach the apex of her thighs.

I pause for a moment to admire her pussy, already soaking wet and dripping for me.

I blow out a harsh breath against her cunt, and she whines, “Enzo…”

“Can I taste you, Sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes.”

In the blink of an eye, I flatten my tongue against her, groaning loudly as the taste of her takes over my mouth.

I run my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and suck rapidly at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Wrapping my hands around her thighs, trying to ignore the way my fingers brush against the raised scar, I push her legs up and spread her wide.

My fingers replace my mouth over her clit, and I press my tongue inside of her as far as it will go.

She tastes better than any dessert I’ve ever had. She lights a fire in my veins the way no drug or drink has ever done. And just like I knew she would when we kissed at Jean & Joan’s, I officially want to bury myself in this pussy every day for as long as I live.

Joe threads her fingers through my hair, and I have to press my cock against the mattress as her black nails scratch along my scalp. I continue to fuck her with my tongue as she moans my name over and over.

It’s when I press my fingers more firmly against her clit that her control slips, and she screams out, “Oh, yes. Just like that.” My fingers work faster, in tandem with the thrusts of my tongue. “Don’t stop. Make me come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

As if I would ever fucking stop .

“Come for me, Sweetheart,” I moan against her before continuing the rhythm that has her on the edge.

It only takes a few more seconds, and her body begins to shake violently under my hold. Her release floods my mouth as I continue to lap up every drop possible.

She’s barely come down from the high of her first orgasm as I crawl up her body. Reaching around, I run my palm down the length of one of her legs, prompting her to wrap them both around my waist. As she pants for a breath, I crash my mouth into hers, letting her taste her release.

Her nails run from my scalp and down my back. It feels so good. So. Fucking. Good.

Rocking my hips, the head of my cock presses against her wet entrance. “So wet for me, Sweetheart.”

Her eyes widen slightly as she says, “Your piercing. I can feel it.”

“It will feel so much better inside of you.” I push my hips forward slightly but stop as I realize, “Shit. I don’t suppose you have a condom, do you? ”

Joe sighs in frustration. “No. It’s been a while, and I usually don’t bring people back here.” She furrows her brows in confusion. “Wait, you don’t have one? Not even in your wallet? Enzo Santoro… the ladies man?”

My eyes narrow as I fight a smile. “First of all, it’s Enzo Santoro, men and ladies man.” Her eyes widen in surprise at my confession before her expression morphs into one of intrigue. “And second of all, are you slut-shaming me, Ms. Jenkins?”

“Never, Mr. Santoro. Just surprised you don’t carry one with you.”

I lower my face so my lips brush against hers and say, “Haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”

She huffs out a laugh before realizing I’m not joking. “You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Well, as touched as I am by the sentiment,” she begins, lifting her hips slightly, and I close my eyes as I fight the urge to slam inside of her. “What are we supposed to do now?”

“I’m clean,” I rush out. By no means was this my plan, and if she doesn’t feel comfortable with it, I won’t push it, but I could literally think of nothing better than feeling her wrapped around my bare cock.

Her legs tighten around my waist. “So am I, and I have an IUD.”

“Can I fuck you bare, Sweetheart? Can I make this pussy mine ?” I practically growl out the last word as the urge to possess her—to make her mine—takes over my entire body.

Joe’s breath hitches. “Fuck me, Enzo. Make me yours.”

In the span of three seconds, six words have unraveled me and stitched me back together. The person I am now is not the person I was just moments ago. Now… I am who I am because of her. Because of those six little words.

My hips slam forward so hard that it pushes Joe up the bed, but I can’t be bothered to care because my cock is buried inside of her. I now know what it feels like to have her pussy wrapped around me, and there’s nothing between us .

“Holy,” she breathes out, but as I pull out and thrust back in, rubbing my piercing against her G-spot, she drags out, “Fuuuuuck.”

“Told you it would feel better inside you.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I do as she asks and fuck her without abandon.

Our bodies move in perfect unison. Our fucking is not quite sweet and slow, but not hard and fast either.

We’re creating a tempo that was meant for the two of us together.

Her eyes widen as she looks up at me, her whole body growing tense beneath me.

I can feel the walls of her pussy start to tighten around my cock, and I know the second she comes, I’ll be right behind her.

This all feels too fucking good.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Strangle my cock. Let me feel you come around me.”

Her nails dig into my back hard enough. I’m almost positive she drew blood.

But I don’t care. In fact, the pain only adds to the symphony of euphoric sensations coursing through my body as Joe orgasms beneath me.

And in one hard and deep final thrust, I spill deep inside of her.

Pumping her so full of my release, I’ll still be leaking out of her while she’s drinking her morning cup of coffee at her desk.

In one swift movement, I roll us over, and with my dick still buried inside of her, her limp body is now lying on top of mine. Her long strands cascade down the side of her face and tickle my neck. Yet, I don’t bother flinching. I want to stay in this moment with her for as long as possible.

My hands roam every square inch of her body that I can reach, and when a soft yawn escapes her lips, I can’t help but laugh. “Told you you weren’t going to need the tea.”

Her hand slaps at my chest playfully. “Shut the hell up.” She nuzzles her body against mine as if she were trying to get closer than she already is. “Hmmm. Don’t think just because I fucked you, I’m going to be less of a brat.”

I bark out a laugh and scoot us up the bed so we can lay under the covers. Throwing the soft duvet over us, I kiss her forehead and say, “I wouldn’t want anything less. ”

And in a matter of minutes, her soft snores fill the room, and I’m left drifting off to sleep to one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.