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“Confidence comes from a proven track record.”
Despite my limited experience with family, the Lombardi family is extraordinary in their own right. They're closer together than most. There’s little they aren’t willing to share.
A family that murders together must stick together.
“What are you doing?” I hiss as he pulls me away from the group and down the hall.
“I think that much is obvious.”
“Obvious to me and every single one of your family members who just saw you drag me out of a room. Do you think you could have been any more obvious?”
Enzo doesn’t stop as he pulls me towards his bedroom.
Our bedroom.
It’s still taking some getting used to, thinking of us as a unit. It isn’t as though we’ve gone through the usual stages of dating. We didn’t grow together as a pair, blending until the edges of him disappear into the edges of me. Instead, we were shoved into a box and are being forced to learn how to keep the jagged ridges we had formed as two individuals from tearing into one another.
“I could have spanked you in front of my entire family, but something tells me you still want to be able to look my mother in the eye,” Enzo says as he shoves the door closed behind us. He slips his hands beneath my shirt and pulls it over my head in one motion. With the shirt discarded, he brings his face within breathing distance of mine and rakes his nails down my back. I hiss and gasp at the sharp sensation that bows my body more into his.
“Is that what you’re going to do? Spank me?” I ask him, though the words are interrupted by a moan as he sucks on the sensitive spots on my neck. His hands are firmly on my hips as he slips a thigh between my legs. He uses his hand to encourage me to rock against him, grinding my pussy on his thigh, and riding him through our clothes.
“Oh princess, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to wish that your punishment had been a spanking,” he says. A whimper escapes my mouth as my hands find purchase on his shoulders. One of his hands continues to guide my hips, and the other comes to release my breasts from their confinement in my bra.
“Look at you, gorgeous girl, riding my thigh. Fucking hell, you’re going to leave a stain on my pants if you keep it up,” he tells me. I doubt I’ll get wet enough to soak through my own pair of jeans and onto his, but I almost believe it by the desperate clenching in my core. Once my bra is disposed of, his hand comes to rest gently around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze at all, but it serves as a reminder of his power over me as I work to get myself off against him.
“That’s right baby, chase your orgasm. Use me as your sex toy so I don’t feel guilty later when I fuck you like you’re mine,” he whispers into my ear. Embarrassing little mewls of pleasure fall from my lips as I build myself higher and higher.
Enzo uses his grip on my throat to pull me into a kiss, and that’s all I need for fireworks to explode behind my closed eyelids. My body threatens to go slack against him, but he holds me upright. His hand moves from my hip to between my thighs to help draw the orgasm out longer and longer until black spots dance in my vision.
“You can be such a good girl for me when you’re not being an insatiable brat,” he coos at me. “Now that your first orgasm is out of the way, let’s see how many more I can get from you before you pass out. And then, when you’re drifting in and out of consciousness, I’m going to shove my cock in your warm, flooded cunt and remind you that you’re mine.”
Chapter Thirty-Five- Enzo
I had planned to tie the toy to her leg so the constant vibrating head would lie on her clit and rip orgasm after orgasm from her until they became painful, and the pleasure exhausted her body.
Fuck it, I would not let the damn vibrator have all the fun.
I secure her hands above her head, tied together in pretty little knots that dance up her arms and secure her wrists to the headboard. A light sheen of sweat glistens on her skin and I nip and suck on her inner thighs, keeping the vibrator light and teasing on her clit.
Her first orgasm had come from rubbing herself against my thigh. It was the fucking sexiest sight I have ever seen. Watching her still halfway dressed, chasing her pleasure like it was going to disappear on her.
The second orgasm had come from my mouth. I used my tongue to clean up the evidence of her first orgasm, cleaning the sticky mess off her thighs and outer lips before diving and eating her like she was my last fucking meal. She about damn near ripped my hair out of my head while she rid my face, and it was after that orgasm I decided she needed to be tied up. Hours of practicing knots and shibari have paid off. She looks gorgeous with her arms secured in the red rope. It leaves her more at my mercy for her third orgasm.
Her third orgasm is when I pull out the toys. Her clit is overstimulated from the first two orgasms, so much so that a light touch has her jumping out of the bed as far as she can with her arms still restrained. Even my breath across her sensitive skin has her whining and moaning. I don’t think she knows whether she’s whining for another orgasm, a temporary release from the building pressure inside her core, or to get away from the torturous pleasure.
Since she’s overstimulated already, I’m gentler with her for her third orgasm. I don’t want to push her too hard, though I know she can take more. Thankfully, we discussed limits the other day. While I had been tying her up, I reminded her all she had to do was say red, and everything would stop.
Instead of focusing all of my attention on between her legs, I start with other places. I suck on those sweet tits of hers, groping and pinching her nipples into sweet little buds before putting on nipple clamps. I stroked my hands down her waist and hips, massaged her thighs, and eat her tight little ass until her pleasure is peaking towards the surface again. Only then do I press my thumb against her. It’s like lightning. Her entire body lights up with pleasure as a ragged moan rips from her lips.
I give her some water, whisper sweet things into her ear while her heart rate decreases. Her body is reaching her limit, but it isn’t there yet. I wrap a warm blanket around her and cuddle her into me, keeping the drop of endorphins from pulling her under.
“I don’t know if I can do another one,” she says, cuddling her head in my chest.
“Are you safe wording, baby girl?” I ask her, needing to know if I reached her limit or if she’s warning me we’re approaching it. She contemplates for a moment but shakes her head no. Pride swells in me, warring with the sinful pleasure of knowing she’s this wrecked because of me. No one else has ever seen her like this, and no one else ever will.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby. I know you have at least two more orgasms you can give me tonight,” I whisper to her as I stroke her body, rekindling her fire. She lets out little sounds of exasperation like she can’t believe her body still has the energy to be turned on. Her body is betraying her in the most delicious way by responding to my affections, even after I’ve teased three orgasms out of her.
I pay special attention to make sure I don’t push her over the edge. I want to get this last orgasm out of her, needing to show her how out of her mind I can drive her before I find home in her pussy.
