Page 22 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

I do as I’m told, and he takes advantage, pushing the barrel of his gun into my mouth. “Lather it up, my little hellion.”

When he pulls the gun out from my mouth, he drags it back down to my aching pussy.

“ Please , Enzo.” The desire for him to play me like I know he can hits me with full force.

“I love hearing my name on your needy lips,” he mumbles into my neck. The vibration goes straight through me, making me clench my core. “What do you want, Amalia? You want me to fuck you with my gun?”

I grind my ass into Enzo’s already hardened length. “Yes,” I breathe out.

He moves the barrel of his gun over my slit, the cool metal a stark contrast to my heated core. Sliding it up and down my center, he coats the already lubed-up metal with my juices.

“Looks like I didn’t need your mouth, huh?” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck. “You’re already ready for it.”

Closing my eyes, I give him a lazy nod.

He continues to graze the metal along my slit, then slides it up to my clit, applying a tiny amount of pressure while moving the gun in small circles.

I thrust forward, needing to feel more.

“You’re such a needy little whore for it, aren’t you? Tell me, has any man ever taken their gun to your pussy before?”

“No,” I say, my voice weak from the shallow breaths I’m taking while the anticipation consumes me. Having a gun used on me never crossed my mind before. It’s dark. It’s twisted. Yet this needy feeling takes over my entire body at the idea of Enzo using it to play with me.

He hums out his approval, then lowers the gun and slowly drives it inside of me.

I let my head fall back again, and a small moan escapes my lips at the metal stretching me.

“That’s it, my little hellion, relax for me,” he breathes into my neck. The heat fans my skin, erupting goose bumps over my body.

As he pushes his gun inside of me, it almost becomes too much, stretching and filling me to an overloaded extent.

“I can’t. It’s too much,” I say, and he pauses, even though I don’t want him to stop. If his gun has me feeling this way, I can only imagine what his cock would do.

“You can take it, baby. Just take some deep breaths and relax for me. Let me take over and make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.” Enzo glides the tips of his fingers up my side until he reaches my breast, giving it a firm squeeze that has me melting into him.

Relinquishing control is something I’ve never been good at doing, but when he has me in his grasp like this, whispering to me to let go, something inside me makes me want to do just that.

After taking a deep breath, I let it out, allowing him to continue pushing his gun into me.

“You’re doing such a good job, Little Hellion,” he whispers.

His words of praise flutter right through me while my body makes space for the cool metal.

Once I’ve fully consumed the barrel of the gun, Enzo waits for me to get acclimated to the foreign sensation while placing soft kisses on my neck. After a few moments, he says, “You ready?”

I nod and let out an airy “Yes.”

He slides his fingers up my top and pulls the cup of my tank top down, then gives my studded nipple a pinch that has me arching into his chest. “I’ve been dying to play with these again,” he growls out.

The smooth metal glides in and out of my pussy while Enzo continues playing with my nipple. His thrusts are shallow at first, making sure I’m ready to take more, until he’s plunging the gun fully in and out of me. The build up of ecstasy has me writhing on his lap.

“ Holy shit , Enzo,” I pant out. “Please. I need more.”

The euphoria consumes me, and the animalistic side of me takes over. One that’s desperate to feel anything and everything I possibly can.

I grind my ass in Enzo’s lap, and from what I can tell, he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

“Shit,” he groans out. “Watching your pussy stretch for my gun is an image I’ll never get out of my head.”

“I need more,” I whine out, bringing my hand down to my clit. The sensation of Enzo’s gun pumping in and out of me mixed with him teasing my nipple has me nearly spiraling. I know I won’t last much longer.

I rub my clit, which has Enzo breathing out a strained groan.

“You need a release of your own?” I ask him in between breaths.

“You fucking know I do,” he growls out.

“I can feel it,” I pant out while I grind down on his hardened length, but this time with a force and speed I know will have him reeling in no time.

Enzo grunts and says, “You know exactly what you’re doing there, huh, baby? You know how to work me up even with all this fabric in between us.”

“It’s only fair I make you feel just as good as I’m feeling,” I say, meeting each of Enzo’s frantic thrusts of his gun with my own.

His hips rise as if he can’t get enough of me. This feral atmosphere between the two of us is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s demanding. All-consuming. Animalistic and raw.

I lick my finger and bring it back down to my clit, rubbing it in circles just the way I like. As I increase the pressure and he increases the cadence of his gun sliding in and out of me, the buildup in my core becomes too much.

“I… I’m going to come, Enzo,” I stammer out, unable to control the heated wave of pleasure about to burst through me.

“Fucking hell. I a-am too,” he groans out.

Enzo’s shallow breaths are in sync with mine. Together, we’re a hot mess of tongue-tied, barely able to get a word out human beings who are finally giving into the sexual tension that’s been trapping us in this crazy longing of desire for one another.

It’s as if Enzo knows exactly what my body needs in this moment, because all at once, he increases his thrusts in and out of my pussy, squeezes my breast while rolling my nipple in between his fingers, and just when I think the sensations couldn’t get any better, he bites down on my neck, throwing me into a frenzied state of mind I don’t ever want to come out of.

My head falls back on his shoulder, the tingling waves take over my body, and I let out a moan of ecstasy. A second later, Enzo lets out this deep guttural groan that vibrates straight through me, only increasing the pleasure he’s given me.

After we finally slow our movements against each other, bringing them to a stop, Enzo removes his gun from my pussy. I turn so I’m looking at him, and his eyes are trained on the metal piece as he brings it to his open mouth.

The sight would probably disturb anyone else, but watching Enzo suck his gun clean of me has me nearly begging for another release.

“I’ve been dying for another taste of you,” he says, but before I’m able to respond, the door to his office bursts open.

Jumping out of his lap, I quickly pull down my skirt and straighten my top and blazer.

“What the fuck is your problem?” says a loud, familiar voice.

Whipping around, I make eye contact with Carlos, whose heated glare is pinned on mine. Rocco pushes him forward even though Carlos tries to shove him off.

“I’m fucking here, alright, so keep your hands off me,” Carlos yells to an unwavering Rocco.

I drop my gaze to Enzo who’s still sitting on the couch, and my lips rise into a smirk when I’m reminded of why he hasn’t shot up at the intrusion.

After clearing his throat, Enzo rises from the couch and runs his hands down his pants, clearly adjusting himself.

He’s lucky he’s wearing black slacks, or what just happened between the two of us would be a lot more embarrassing for him.

Turning around, Enzo says, “I got it from here” to Rocco, excusing him from the room.

Once Rocco shuts the door, Enzo brings his attention to Carlos who keeps looking back and forth between the two of us.

“Why don’t you come take a seat,” Enzo says to him. He places a hand on my arm, pushing us back to make space for Carlos on the couch.

“What the fuck is this?” Carlos grinds out.

“Take a seat,” Enzo says again, but this time, his tone carries a hint of authority.

“And I said, what the fuck is this?” Carlos snaps.

Snapping at a man holding a gun who doesn’t like you is definitely a choice.

Enzo takes his Glock and aims it at Carlos, and says, “Sit. Down.” This time the threat in his tone comes across loud and clear, and Carlos begrudgingly abides, walking around the couch and taking a seat.

I sneak a glance at Enzo whose lip is drawn up into a smirk, and it doesn’t go past me that Carlos is sitting in the very spot Enzo and I just came on.

“What’s this all about?” Carlos asks, staring at me.

“Honestly,” I say, looking between him and Enzo, who has finally lowered his weapon, “I had no idea you were going to be here.”

“Why am I beginning to not believe a word you say, Amalia? You’re here fraternizing with the fucking enemy, so why should I believe you knew nothing about them dragging my ass here in the middle of the night?”

“Hey, meathead,” Enzo calls out.

Carlos drags his gaze to his.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that. She said she had no idea you were going to be here because she really had no fucking idea.”

Carlos is silent for a few moments before saying, “Then what the fuck is this all about?”

“Well,” Enzo says, swinging his gun around like it’s just a prop that couldn’t hurt a fly. “My brother received an interesting text today.”

I watch Carlos as he takes in that information, and if it weren’t for my experience, I would’ve never noticed the slight twitch in his right eye that tells me he knows more about that text than he should.

A furrow forms in my brow as I glare at Carlos, who refuses to make eye contact with me. “Did you send Matteo DiMaggio a text from my phone today?” I ask him.

Without bringing his gaze to mine, he says, “I have no idea what you’re?—”

“Before you finish that sentence, I highly suggest you tell her the truth, or I will fucking shoot you,” Enzo says, aiming his gun back at him.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” he grinds out, and before I know it, Enzo’s hitting him over the head with his gun, causing him to release a yelp of pain.