Page 35 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

AMALIA

E nzo and I have stayed in the hotel the past few days while we wait for my uncle to leave town, not wanting to risk anyone finding us.

Tonight, we were going to have dinner delivered—like we’ve been doing with all our meals—but the delivery time was exceedingly long, so Enzo went out to pick it up for us.

Heading out to the balcony, I place my wineglass on the table, then slide into the private hot tub that came with our suite.

Leaning back against the bubbling jets, I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, then let it out.

My phone dings with a notification.

Opening my eyes, I lean over and pick it up off the table to see a message from my cousin.

Armando: Dad’s leaving for Colombia tomorrow afternoon.

Me: Perfect. Any ideas for tracking down Pedro?

Armando: Get this—Diego needs me to meet Pedro at his place Friday night to pick up a stash before heading to the club.

Me: Well, that works perfectly now, doesn’t it?

Armando: My thoughts exactly.

Me: Then Friday it is. Text me when you know what time he’s going to get there.

Armando: I will. Buenas noches, prima.

Me: Buenas noches.

Placing my phone down on the table, I go back to relaxing in the hot tub. I rest my head back on the edge while gazing into the night sky. I can’t believe I’m this close to getting revenge for my parents’ deaths.

Closing my eyes, I let the jets massage my tender flesh while I think about Friday night.

I’m so consumed by my thoughts that I never hear the sliding glass door open to the balcony. One moment I’m in the hot tub by myself, daydreaming about Friday night, and the next, a pair of hands grabs ahold of my thighs and pulls me.

I take in a sharp breath and snap my eyes open.

“Enzo,” I say. The relief is in my tone, but my heart continues to beat erratically in my chest.

He tugs me onto his lap, wraps one arm around my waist, and places the other on my thigh. “Did I catch you off guard?” He chuckles.

“Jee, you think?” I say, swatting him in the chest. The water splashes around us.

“You seemed deep in thought there. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, actually, I was just thinking about Pedro.”

Enzo raises a brow at me. “Thinking about Pedro in the hot tub, huh?”

I giggle. “Armando texted and confirmed his dad will be leaving tomorrow afternoon, and that he has to meet Pedro at Diego’s place Friday night. That’s when we’re going to get him.”

“Damn. So this is finally going to go down in two more nights.”

“Yeah. Two more nights … I can’t believe this is finally happening.” I run my fingers through Enzo’s damp hair.

“Are you ready for this?”

“You know I am,” I say, and I can’t help the giddiness in my voice.

It’s probably not right to be this excited about killing someone, but I can’t help it.

My parents deserve justice, and once Pedro and my uncle get what should’ve been given to them ten years ago, everything will be right in the world.

Enzo’s arm tightens around me, and he starts dragging his fingers along my thigh. My insides clench at his touch. “I got us some food,” he says. “It’s sitting inside on the counter.”

“Food sounds amazing,” I say, moving my hips in his lap. “But I can think of something that sounds even better.”

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and bring my lips to his. The kiss is slow and passionate. All-consuming of the feelings we’ve developed for each other.

He draws me closer, and I wiggle in his lap, already feeling his hardened length through his boxers.

“Dinner can wait,” I say against his soft lips. “I want you now .”

“Good choice,” he mumbles against me, then the kiss turns harder and more ferocious. This time all-consuming of the need we feel for each other.

Our mouths clash and our teeth clatter, unable to get our fill of one another.

I move so I’m straddling Enzo, and if we weren’t wearing these little scraps of clothing, my pussy would be lined up perfectly with his cock.

“Mmmm,” I moan out, grinding on him. Having our bodies so close yet so far away is killing me.

“This what you need, Little Hellion?” Enzo asks, his voice hoarse and laced with need as he thrusts his hips up into mine. “You want me to take you in this hot tub? You want me to make you scream my name so this city knows exactly who you belong to?”

“Yes,” I moan out, his words sending a shiver through my body.

Enzo let’s out a growl and yanks my hips into him. He slides his hand beneath my bikini bottoms and runs his finger up and down my slit.

I let out a mewl when he finds my clit and rubs circles over it. I immediately bear down on him, grinding my pussy into his hand.

“You’re so needy for it, aren’t you, baby? Does it turn you on knowing I can take you anywhere?”

“Yes,” I pant out.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” His tone is deep and gravelly, showing the same desperation for me that I feel for him.

“I want you to make me come,” I breathe out. “I want you to make me cry out your name over and over again.”

“How do you want me to make you come, Little Hellion?” His voice gets me more excited than I thought a voice ever could.

“With your cock… and your hand.”

He lets out a deep chuckle that vibrates through me, straight to my pussy, making me grind down even harder into him. “You’re my greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

I mumble out an incoherent sound.

“Say it,” he says, the tone in his voice a command. “Tell me what you are to me.”

“I’m your greedy little slut,” I pant out, the need to feel his dick sliding in and out of me becoming too much. “ Please , Enzo. Treat me like the dirty little slut I am.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he all but growls out, his fingers working me harder than they were before. Making me clench my thighs around his hips, squeezing as if it’s the only thing keeping me afloat in this hot tub.

The tingling sensation that began in my core, courses through every fiber of my being. The anticipation of my orgasm heightens my senses, sending them into overdrive as I roll my hips in his lap, but just when I’m about to find the release I so desperately need, he stops us.

“Enzo,” I whine, tightening my grip in his hair, causing him to angle his head back at the tugging sensation.

He smiles at me—that deranged kind of cocky-ass smile—and slides his hands under my ass, lifting me up.

I’m about to question what he’s doing, but then he rubs his dick along my pussy. I part my lips at the slick sensation, and without warning, he slams me down on top of him, fully impaling me.

My cry is muffled by Enzo’s mouth, swallowing and burying it so deep inside him.

His bruising grip on my ass imprints on me in a way that excites me like never before.

Pulling away, he says, “Come on, baby. Show me how bad you want this. Show me how bad you want me .”

I slowly grind my hips back and forth in Enzo’s lap. His lips part, and a haze takes over his eyes.

“You like that?” I ask. “You like the way my pussy can work you up so quickly? The way your cock feels gliding in and out of it?”

He angles his head on the edge of the hot tub and stares into my eyes with a look that could have me bending over, begging for him. “You know I do.”

“Tell me how much you like it,” I say, my voice breathless with want and need as I pick up my pace.

“I”— thrust— “fucking”— thrust— “love it,” he growls out, matching my pace with thrusts of his own.

I lean back, changing the position so he’s able to get deeper. It has us letting out moans of pleasure in unison.

“I fucking love the way your cock feels. The way my pussy swallows each ridge of your ladder.”

“Keep talking that talk to me and you’re going to have me exploding inside you at any second,” Enzo grunts out.

“Give it to me, Enzo, please . I love when you fill me up with everything you have.”

He lets out a long, guttural moan, and I know he’s going to do exactly what I just begged him to do.

Squeezing my hips, he stops me from moving, but before I can cry out my displeasure, he lifts me, then slams me back down on him.

He repeats the movement over and over again until his pace is almost too much for me to handle.

“Oh, fuck, yes, just like that,” I cry out, my voice thick with headiness.

The familiar sensation I have every time Enzo fucks me gets stronger.

The tingles spread from my core. My toes curl.

The fluttering sensation in my stomach takes over like a swarm of butterflies begging to escape.

My nails dig into his shoulders, surely leaving their crescent-shaped marks on his body.

Everything happens at once. The explosion intensifies to a crescendo that has me throwing my head back and crying out Enzo’s name while flashes of white pierce through my brain with each wave of my orgasm.

“That’s it, Little Hellion. My name better be the only thing that comes off your lips when you come. You’re mine , and I want everyone in this damn city to know it.”

The orgasm is so powerful all I can do is loll my head forward and moan out my approval.

Somehow, after all of that, Enzo is still able to pick up his pace, hammering into me at an inordinate speed that has him falling over that cliff of his own, shooting everything he has into me.

I grip onto him as he comes undone beneath me.

“Fucking hell, Amalia. Being inside you is like nothing else. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

I let out a small giggle while we come down from our highs—steadying our heart rates—and run the tips of my nails along the back of his neck. He leans into the intimate gesture.

“And now you never have to,” I say, pressing my head against his chest. He wraps his strong arms around me, making me feel the safest I’ve felt in a while.

There’s just one thing left to do, and once that’s done, maybe I’ll finally be able to have the happily ever after I never thought was meant for me.