"Perfect. You are so fucking soft," he murmurs roughly.
He grabs the hem of my ruined silk dress. He drags the expensive fabric up my thighs, over my stomach, pulling it roughly over my head in one swift, impatient motion. The cool, conditioned air of the bedroom kisses my heated skin. I am left exposed, wearing nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace underwear.
His eyes trace every inch of my naked body. The primal hunger in his stare is absolute. It burns away the defensive walls I spent my entire career building. It melts the cynical armor I wear to survive the corporate predators of Chicago. I am naked, vulnerable, and safe under his monstrous obsession. He treats his enemies with cold brutality, but he looks at my body like I am the only precious thing left on earth.
He hooks his fingers into the fragile sides of my panties. He rips the lace right down my legs with zero regard for the delicate material. He tosses the torn fabric over his shoulder. I part my thighs for him immediately. I offer myself to him without a single hesitation or bargaining condition. The fake engagement is officially dead. This terrifying, possessive gravity between us is real.
Enzo drops his face directly between my legs. The sudden shock of his hot breath against my soaking wetness makes my back arch off the mattress.
"Enzo," I gasp loudly, my fingers twisting violently into the duvet.
His tongue traces the long, swollen slit of my pussy. He laps hungrily at the slick moisture gathered there. I grip the bedsheets tightly, anchoring myself to the physical world. The fine cotton protests under my desperate pulling.
He uses his thumbs to spread my wetness open, exposing my most sensitive flesh to the cool air. He finds my swollen clit immediately. His hot mouth covers the sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucks hard.
A loud, messy moan tears out of my throat. I cannot contain the filthy sound. He eats me with a ravenous desperation. His tongue flickers rapidly over my sensitive nerves, creating a devastating friction. He sucks and bites gently where I am swollen and slick. Every motion is calibrated to unravel my sanity.
"Loud for me," he murmurs darkly against my slick flesh, his breath fanning over my wetness. "Let me hear exactly how much you want this."
I thrash wildly on the tangled sheets. Liquid heat scorches my veins. The agonizing pressure builds rapidly in my lower stomach. He slips two thick, calloused fingers directly inside my pussy. The deep stretch is incredible. His fingers are so large, filling me with a blunt pressure. He pumps his fingers in and out of my dripping walls, mimicking the deep thrusts I am desperately begging for.
"Please." The forbidden word slips out of my mouth. I am begging a mobster. I am begging the lethal fixer of the Costa family. I do not care. My corporate pride is ash. "Please, Enzo."
His thumb circles my clit with punishing pressure while his fingers continuously stretch my tight walls. The friction is a beautiful, agonizing torture. My hips buck aggressively against his face. I chase the intense pressure, demanding more contact. He holds my thighs firmly in place with his strong hands, forcing me to take every agonizingly perfect stroke of his tongue.
The violent climax hits me like a derailed freight train. My body goes rigid on the mattress. I scream his name loudly into the empty room. My pussy clenches aggressively around his invading fingers. Hot, sweet slick pours over his knucklesin waves. I ride the intense, earth-shattering pleasure, coming undone under his ruthless mouth.
He stays anchored between my thighs, drinking my messy release, swallowing every drop of my slick until the violent spasms finally slow.
He pulls back slowly. His lips and chin are coated in my wetness. The sight is filthy and gloriously dominant. He stands beside the bed. He reaches for his leather belt. The sharp, metallic scrape of the buckle echoes loudly in the silent room. He shoves his trousers and boxer briefs down his powerful legs, kicking the garments aside.
His cock is a devastatingly thick weapon of destruction. The heavy shaft springs free, thickly veined and weeping a clear drop of slippery precum from the blunt, purple head. Every tense line of his body makes it clear how hard he has been holding back tonight. The intimidating size of him sends a jolt of primal anticipation burning directly through my blood.
He climbs back onto the bed with rolling grace. He settles his weight between my parted thighs. His chest presses flush against my breasts. The coarse dusting of hair over his sternum scratches deliciously against my tightly pebbled nipples.
"Natalia." He grips my jaw with a firm, inescapable hold. He forces my dazed gaze to meet his burning stare. "There is absolutely no going back after this. You understand me? The contract is completely void. The operation parameters are dead. You are mine."
I stare back into his eyes. The cold tactician is permanently gone. Only the obsessed protector remains in this room. I lift my left hand, flashing the diamond ring directly in his line of sight.
"I know." I trace the sharp, rigid line of his jaw with my thumb. "Fill me, Enzo. Make it real."
He groans loudly. It is a harsh, broken sound of surrender. He reaches down between our bodies, guiding his slick cockdirectly to my weeping opening. The blunt head presses heavily against my opening, teasing the slick heat of me with a drop of his precum.
He pushes his hips forward. The blunt intrusion is immediate, overwhelming, and immense. I gasp loudly, my fingernails digging deeply into his shoulders. He stretches my opening, filling the first few inches of my pussy with thick, burning heat. He stops his forward momentum halfway, giving my small body an agonizing second to stretch and adjust to his formidable girth.
"Fuck, you are so tight." He grinds his straight teeth together. The veins in his strong neck bulge with the supreme effort of holding back. "Relax for me, baby. Take all of it."
I drag my sharp nails down the center of his back. I tilt my hips upward, taking aggressive control of the moment. I pull his pelvis downward, sinking him deeper into my body.
He buries his cock to the hilt. Our bodies slot together with a wet, heavy smack of flesh meeting flesh. I am filled. The stretching sensation is perfection. My tight walls stretch and clench greedily around his pulsing shaft.
He begins to move. The first brutal thrust is slow, agonizingly deep, and deliberately punishing. He pulls his length almost out, the dragging friction pulling a long, messy moan from my parted lips. Then he slams his hips forcefully back in, burying himself to the hilt again with a devastating impact.
"Mine." He punctuates the claim with another brutal thrust. "My woman. My wife."
He sets a punishing, relentless rhythm. He withdraws and drives inward continuously, his hips snapping against mine with bruising, desperate force. I wrap my legs securely around his narrow waist, locking my ankles tightly over his lower back to pull his cock even deeper inside my body.
His large thumbs easily find my sensitive tits. He rolls my tight nipples aggressively between his rough fingers, pinching and pulling the sensitive peaks. The intense dual stimulation is blinding.
