My breasts are pressed against his chest, and I can feel him twitching underneath me.
His eyes are locked onto mine. “Tell me what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours.”
I take a moment before I say, “I’m still stuck on how you know how I like to take my coffee. I think only two people know that. Lucia because she is my sister and my best friend. And the barista at my favorite coffee shop, Mai because she is an artist with those coffee beans.”
Enzo laughs, throwing his head back. His chest shakes against me. “Baby, I know everything about you.” His hand comes out of the water, trickles up my back, glides over my shoulders, and runs his fingers along my cheek. “I know your coffee is sacred to you. You always order a medium ice-cold brew with oat milk and two pumps of pumpkin, with three shots of espresso. Sometimes you like to have cold foam added with cinnamon. But that is saved for the holiday season. And the cranberry-orange scone is your ultimate favorite.”
My eyes widen at his confession. How could he even know any of this? I try to think if I mentioned something, but I know I didn’t. Lucia wouldn’t tell him anything and Joseph forget it. I start to think that maybe he followed me because it starts to make sense all those months ago leading up to the wedding. Anytime I was out planning the wedding with Lucia or my mother, I always had this feeling I was being watched.
“You were stalking me, weren’t you?”
He winks. “I think you know the answer to that, wife.”
I roll my eyes and splash water at him.
“I know that you wish you were like your sister sometimes with how outspoken she is and how she stands up for herself and for you. And how you have been brainwashed by your own parents about your body, mind, and how you should act as a mafia wife.”
My eyes cast down because he’s right. I hate that he is right about all of it.
His hand slips behind my neck, pulls me in closer to him, our lips hovering over one another. “Like I said, I know you.”
I pull back slightly, giving myself some space from him. “I mean, I’m not at all surprised by you stalking me. You give off the stalking vibes.”
His hot breath dances along my lips. “There is no where you can go that I won’t find you. But, yes, I followed you to know what you liked, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. The moment I met you, I had this urge to know everything about you. About your life. Obsession.”
I let all this sink in and try to rationalize it all. Part of it would make sense to why for months I had this feeling that I’m being watched anywhere that I would go. I would always feel another set of eyes on me but just could never see or find anyone. Though it does not make sense when I felt a different feeling of being followed weeks ago with Gianna.
“How did you follow me?” I counter.
His hand slips to the nape of my neck. “Now, I can’t give away all of my secrets, now, can I?”
Should this scare me that a man that was a stranger was following me? Yes, I should, and I should not be sitting naked in this bathtub with him or wanting to feel him inside me once again.
My hands grip the back of his neck, I pull myself closer into him and press my lips against his. There is no hesitation with Enzo. He grips my neck, holding me in place and deepens thekiss with a growl coming from deep inside his chest. I can feel his other hand under the water, lifts me like I weight nothing, he moves me closer to him before he slams himself into me. I moan into his mouth. The hot water has helped with the soreness of last night because it does not hurt. The sensation is intense, and it feels deeper in this position as I start to rock my hips back and forth, up and down. His grip on my hips slips down to my ass, guiding the rhythm of us moving together. The bathroom is filled with our sounds of pleasure and the slushing of the water that spills out of the tub and on to the floor.
I pull my lips from his, throwing my head back with pure ecstasy. My bun comes undone a little, some of my hair touching my back and the water. “Enzo, oh my, I can feel you deeper in me,” I moan.
His tongue runs up my chest, my neck and my jaw and nips as he says, “Isabella, your pussy was made for my dick. I will never get my fill of you.” He drags his mouth back down in the same way he licked up and his hot mouth finds my nipple and takes it between his teeth making me gasp. He releases it and moves his hands up my body. “That’s right baby, ride me just like that.”
The pressure is building in my lower stomach as I pick up my speed. I roll my hips, chasing my orgasm. “Be a good wife and come for your husband.” He grits through his teeth as his eyes burning into me.
I lower my head to meet his heated gaze, and I feel one hand slip between us. His thumb and forefinger find my clit. He meets my thrust and pinches my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my whole entire body.
“Enzo! Yes! I’m coming!” I scream as I convulse, feeling the intensity from my toes to my head.
“Fucking beautiful when you come.” He growls and thrusts two more times. Most of the water has spilled over the floor, covering it.
Enzo roars when he says my name from his sinful lips.
Neither of us moves after we sit there trying to catch our breath, wrapped up in each other. His fingers trailing up and down my back as I place soft kisses around his injured shoulder. At this moment, I feel a many different emotions toward my husband, and I think I actually like my husband. When he tells me that he would burn the world down to save me, I now believe him. I just hope it never comes to that, but there is something in my gut that tells me something is coming, and I hope I’m wrong.
The past month and a half, Enzo has spent every single moment learning, pleasuring, and memorizing my body. He is not shy about voicing how much he appreciates my body, and I’m starting to believe him, I’m letting my guard down slowly with him to the point that I’m starting to like my husband more and more each day and it terrifies me.
I roll over to find the sheets cold and I let out a sigh, knowing that Enzo left sometime in the early hours. My hand rubs where his spot is, and I can still smell his cologne. A citrus and some wood undertone and I let out a groan knowing that I need to get up and shower to wash off the sex smell. My body hums at the remembrance of him last night taking control of my body. How he had me on all fours, my ass in the air, pushing my upper body into the mattress as he fucked me from behind. The new position hit different, and I could feel him even deeper inside me making my orgasm rip through my body. My ass is red from the number of spankings he gave me which made me come even more. Never did I think it would turn me on, but it was hot.
I force myself out of bed to go downstairs to get my coffee to be able to function throughout the day since I’m up most nights with my husband. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and a note on my nightstand catches my eye. I snatch the paper and open to read it.
Good morning, amuri, mui,
