Page 32 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

AMALIA

M y shallow breaths suck the bag into my mouth, and my lungs seize, burning…

My eyes snap open as I suck in a sharp breath and shoot up in bed. A large arm falls off me, and I scramble toward the edge of the bed, nearly falling off in the process.

That same large arm grabs ahold of me, pulling me back toward its owner.

“Enzo?” I say, my voice hoarse as it gets acclimated to the morning.

I wrap my hand around my sore throat and press my other hand against the back of my head. Why does everything hurt right now?

It only takes me a second before the previous night floods my mind.

My uncle tried to have me killed.

“Are you okay?” Enzo asks, the concern deep in his morning voice.

I run my hand through my hair, pulling it back out of my face. “Yeah, I just forgot where I was for a moment.”

“You’re safe. I promise.” His comforting words bring a smile to my face.

“I still can’t believe everything that happened last night… I can’t even believe that you’re here. In my city.”

Enzo chuckles, that deep velvety sound wrapping itself around my body and making me feel all warm inside. “Funny how the tables have turned.”

“About that… We didn’t exactly have much time to talk last night with everything else that was going on, so… what are you doing here? Why did you follow me down to Miami?”

Enzo licks his lips and throws an arm behind his head.

His disheveled hair and his body on display for me like this has my mind going places it shouldn’t be going right now.

I need to focus because I need answers. Enzo coming down to Miami and helping me when I really needed him is so telling of our situation, but I need to hear what he has to say about it.

“When I found out you had left, I… I fucking lost it. My mind ran rampant with what could happen to you. All I knew was I needed to find you before it was too late.”

“You don’t think I can take care of myself?” I nudge him in the side and smile.

He laughs. “Oh, I know you can.” His tone suddenly gets serious.

“But I think the point I’m trying to make is that you don’t have to.

I know we’ve gone back and forth with these feelings that have manifested between us, and I know I’ve been in denial about them, but when I found out you left, I was with my brother, and he called me out on some shit. ”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’ve been trying to keep you at arm’s length because of my parents,” he says.

I furrow my brows, not understanding where he’s going with this.

“When they were killed, I made a decision that I wasn’t going to let myself get in too deep with a woman. I made a decision that I would never have a family other than my blood.”

I slowly nod, all the pieces finally falling into place for me. So this is why Enzo was so wishy washy with me. One moment, I could see the fire he had for me behind his eyes, then the next, he was treating me like the dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

“You were afraid,” I say.

“Losing my parents really fucking sucked. It reminded me of the world we live in, and if I could keep myself guarded, not allow for people to enter my life that it would kill me if anything ever happened to them, then that’s what I was going to do. It was the easiest thing to do.”

“I get it. Why open yourself up to heartache when you don’t have to?”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“I confessed my reason for keeping you at arm’s length, but what about you? What’s your reason for not allowing a man into your life?”

I sit here quietly for a moment, staring at a piece of lint on the comforter until I finally raise my eyes to Enzo’s.

“Same as you, you could say. I was scared. I mean, no guy has ever given me those flutters in my stomach that would make me want to pursue something, but also, I’m a hitwoman for the cartel.

It’s a lot easier—a lot safer—to stay single when your life is dedicated to killing people.

It’s why I don’t even really have friends. I just have… Armando.”

“That’s valid… So, how do you feel now?”

“Is that not obvious?” I say with a laugh. “The fact that I’m still in this bed with you should be a pretty good indication.”

He sits up and takes my hand in his. “I just need to hear you say it,” he says, and it melts my heart.

“You make the butterflies erupt in a wild but perfect swarm of disarray in my stomach,” I say. “And honestly, we’re carved from the same wood. Who better than a Mafia guy for a hitwoman to fall for?”

We both laugh at that.

“So you’ve fallen for me, huh?” Enzo wiggles his thick brows at me.

I roll my eyes. “Oh, come on. Don’t even start with me right now.”

He tugs me toward him slowly, probably to make sure I’m not in any pain from last night, but even if there was any, it couldn’t keep me from getting wrapped in Enzo’s embrace. To feel his strong arms hold me to his chest. It feels safe and warm and like… home.

I prop my head on my hands on his hard chest and gaze up into his eyes. He moves a strand of my hair behind my ear and runs his finger down my cheek.

“These feelings I have for you… they’re strong. I’m falling for you, Amalia. Hard and fucking fast, and that … scares me.”

I lean into his hand when he cups my cheek. “I know.” I nod my head, completely understanding the worry that comes with developing these strong feelings for someone like this. “I’m falling for you too.”

We stare deep into each other’s eyes as if we’re silently telling one another those three words we have yet to say. The three words I feel are too soon to say to one another, but our deafening silence is articulating everything we need to know.

He bends over and takes my lips with his, kissing me in the sweetest way I’ve ever been kissed, and it has me whimpering in no time.

The sound must flip a switch in Enzo, because as sweet and tender as his lips once were, they quickly change to rough and hot, bursting with this intense need to get our fill of one another.

He rolls us over so I’m on my back, head buried into the cloudlike pillow. “I want you, Amalia,” he says gruffly against my lips.

“So take me,” I say, eager to feel more of him.

It doesn’t take me long to realize he’s already naked on top of me. We break our kiss for a moment so he can help me pull the T-shirt over my head and take my panties off. After a few seconds, our lips are locked together again, our tongues clashing.

Enzo kisses down my neck to my chest and flicks his tongue over my nipple.

“Finally,” he groans out. “I’ve been desperate to have my mouth wrapped around these.

” He sucks my pierced nipple into his mouth, tugging it tightly with his teeth.

The sharp pain mixed with the sensational pleasure has me arching my back into him.

“I need more,” I pant out, and he rolls my other nipple between his fingers.

He continues to kiss his way down my stomach to my pubic bone, then nips it sharply, causing me to lift my hips.

“So needy for me, aren’t you, Little Hellion.”

“Always,” I breathe out, then do it again when he doesn’t move to take my pussy the way it’s begging to be taken.

“Patience,” he says with a grumbling chuckle that vibrates through me.

I bring my head forward and glance down at him. His eyes sparkle with mischief, then he nips my pubic bone once more.

“You’re killing me, Enzo,” I whine out, throwing my head back into the pillow.

He peppers soft kisses down the inside of my thighs, making sure to get as close as possible to my pussy without actually touching it.

The sensation drives me wild, and I find myself grinding my hips, needing to make contact.

Enzo knows all too well what he’s doing to me—creating this desperation for him—and just when I’m about to start begging for his mouth on my pussy, he finally shifts his attention to it.

Starting at the bottom, he licks his way up my slit. The movement is slow and long and drawn out. It feels fucking amazing.

He drags his tongue until he reaches my clit and flicks it a few times with the tip of his tongue.

A long moan escapes my lips.

“Mmm, I’ve waited too fucking long for this sweet pussy,” he says, sliding his tongue back down my slit.

My hands sink into his silky hair, grasping ahold of him.

The moans coming from him light my inside’s on fire while he eats me out, giving my pussy the attention it’s been craving. When he slides his tongue down my slit and continues to my ass, I clench, but that immediate reaction subsides when he swirls his tongue around my puckered hole.

“Oh, Enzo, fuck ,” I moan out, knowing I won’t be able to last much longer.

“You like when I play with this tight ass of yours, Little Hellion?” He runs his tongue over it again.

I nod, unable to make a coherent sound come out of me.

“Tell me, has anyone ever had you here?”

He pokes his tongue into my ass, and it has my inner walls clenching. I shake my head.

“Have you ever wanted to?” he asks, dragging his finger up to my slit and sliding it in.

“Yes,” I cry out.

“What about having both of your holes filled at the same time? Ever wonder what that’d be like?”

His tone is soft and sensual, and it has me nodding again.

He rolls out of bed, and I let out a disappointed whimper. But as he walks across the room to the suitcase full of clothes he picked up for me last night, a satisfied smile takes over my face at the sight of his godlike body.

With every stride he takes, the morning light accentuates his muscles. The striations seem to lengthen with every move he makes, and I can’t help but lie here and admire the perfect specimen that is Vincenzo DiMaggio.

He takes something out and walks back over to me, a sly smile on his face.

“What did you?—”

My words are cut short when my eyes are drawn to the vibrator in his hand.

“Is that my …?”

He chuckles and smiles widely, showcasing his perfectly straight white teeth. “I might’ve grabbed a couple things while I was packing a bag for you.”

“A couple?” I ask, quirking a brow at him.

“Only good things. Don’t you worry, Little Hellion.”