His hand reaches out, grabs my wrist, pulling me into him, standing between his thick, firm thighs. The desk is pressed against my ass.
I melt into him.
“I convinced him that Ian, and the Di Marcos are involved in selling women to the highest bidder.” He moves his hand from my wrists to my waist, pushing up my shirt a little to rub his calloused thumb on my skin.
My whole body comes alive at his touch.
My brain finally catches up because he is touching me, and it always distracts me. Wait a second. Did he really say that he made up a story about Ian selling me and women to someone who will pay a lot of money? This is purely insane. Why would Enzo make something so disgusting to my father to change his mind on who I’m set to marry?
I stop for a moment and think back to my first meeting with Ian and his family. How his father ran his hungry eyes up and down my body that made my skin crawl. Or how he commented about how my body looked in my dress. It made me feel so uncomfortable. Ian was no different talking about when he gets to fuck me. I’m happy that it’s not true that they are a part of that.
“You. I convinced your father that Ian’s plan was to sell you. Sell you to the highest bidder, and that there was no real marriage to come of it. It was all about the money with Ian Di Marco and his father. Never about merging families to be stronger. To be an ally. To be a unit. You were only seen as collateral and a dollar sign.”
Suddenly, all the hush whispers around my house with meetings my father had with Eduardo Di Marco start to come to mind. My father and him were always meeting, leading up to my birthday and engagement party. I would not put it past my father to do something like this if it meant him getting more money and becoming even richer. Money to him comes before anything else in his life.
“Was Ian really planning that, or did you lie?” My voice starts to tremble slightly before I catch myself.
Enzo removes one of his hands from my waist and, cups one side of my face, stroking his thumb across my cheek. “If I ever find out that it was true, there would be nowhere any of them could hide. Your father, Eduardo Di Marco, no one.”
“Why? At that time, you barely even know me.” My hands slide up his chest.
His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Baby, I knew from that moment you were meant to be mine. Meant to be my wife whether you knew it or not, I did. I would burn this city alive to find you, to protect you because you are my everything. You are the air that I breathe. You are the one who consumes my every single thought. My heart bleeds for you and for you only.” He pauses and pulls me further into him, my legs instantly move on their own to straddle him in the chair. “I love you, Isabella with everything that I am. If I lost you, I would not be able to live without you.”
He loves me. Holy shit. The only love I have ever known was from my siblings and the love I have for them. Never from my parents or really any other family. But this man in front of me, who is the Don of his family, one of the deadliest ones in our world, says that he loves me. All I have ever wanted was to marry someone who I love. Never in a million years did I think the man who forced me to marry him would be the one who holds my heart in the palm of his hand. I feel seen, heard, safe, desired, and now loved.
My face is wet from the tears that pour from my eyes when I whisper back, “I love you, too, Enzo. I love you so much that it hurts.”
His hand snakes behind the nape of my neck and pulls me closer to him. Our lips crash together and the tears from my eyes coat both of my lips. I open my mouth to him letting his tongue in mine, caressing mine as our kiss becomes deeper. I moan into his mouth, making him growl into mine, and I roll my hips, his harden dick presses against my soaked pussy. His hand holds me in place as I rock back and forth, feeling the friction against my clit, the pressure from his cock is sending shock waves through my body. I can feel the pressure build in my lowerstomach as I move faster. I move my lips from his, and up to his ear as I moan out his name. His hands move to my hips as he stops me making me groan as I was about to cum dry humping him.
“As much as I want you to come just like this, baby. But I want to feel you soak my face as you do.” He nips my bottom lip with his teeth.
Enzo picks me up by still holding my hips and, places me on his desk. My legs spread automatically. He stands, sliding his hands from my waist, brushing against me, stopping at the hem of my magenta sundress I decided to wear today. It comes to about my knees, flowy and has ridden up since sitting on his desk. His thick fingers graze my skin, pushing the hem of my dress up until he has it bunched at my waist. His eyes dip to my red silk thong and Enzo licks his lips.
I watch as he bends down inhaling my scent. “Fucking soaked just the way I like it.” I jump at the feeling of his tongue licking the outside of my silk thong.
He pulls away, opens his drawer next to his desk, and I hear him pulling out something. “Do you remember at my club when I asked you if you trusted me?”
I nod as I am desperate for him to touch me.
“I need to hear you say it, Isabella.” His voice is deep and raspy.
I swallow and whisper, “Yes.”
He grins. “Good, little wife.”
Next, I feel the coolness of the blade tracing down the front of my pussy, my silk thong. I let out a gasp when he moves it up, slicing my panties off me. He removes them and places them in his pocket, lowering his head, he drags his nose. I don’t even have time to react when his mouth connects with my clit. The softness of his tongue flicks up and down, twirling and making me buck my hips in response. I’m so close and I can already feelthe pressure building in my lower abdomen. I throw my head back in pleasure when I feel him drag the tip of the knife up my calve, my thigh, stopping near my pussy. He keeps moving it up and down as he flattens his tongue. My hand slips into his hair, pulling at the roots, holding in place.
“Yes, Enzo. Right there. Please!” I beg him.
He chuckles against my clit, the vibration, the swirl of his tongue and the coolness of the blade dragging up and down my skin.
“Shit. Shit,” I cry out. “Enzo, I’m going to come–––––” I don’t even finish as I feel the blade cut into my skin, my inner thigh by my sex. My eyes shut close when I scream out his name as my body shakes uncontrollably from the intensity of the orgasm. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with the sound of Enzo’s tongue lapping me up.
“Look at me,” he barks at me.
My eyes snap open to meet his dark gaze. His face is coated in my come. I watch him lower his head back between my legs, to my soaked pussy, he drags his tongue over where he cut into me, sucking up the blood trickling down my leg onto the desk. He licks and moves to clean me up. I’m so sensitive that my hips buck when his mouth touches my clit.
“Enzo, please,” I beg him.
