"Enzo," she gasps. Her armor is gone. The cynical woman who treated this fake engagement like a business contract is shattered. Only Natalia remains. My Natalia. My woman.
I flick my tongue over her clit. Fast. Relentless. A punishing rhythm designed to break her down. My fingers slip inside her. Two digits pushing deep into her scalding heat. Stretching her walls. She is so tight. So incredibly wet. The slick coats my knuckles, sliding effortlessly against her inner flesh. I pump my fingers in and out, mimicking the thrust she is begging for.
Her hips buck off the wood. She chases my fingers. Chases my mouth. The orgasm rips through her body in tight, rolling waves. She screams my name. The sound bounces off the steel door, ringing in the vault. Her inner walls spasm violently, clenching around my fingers in tight, rapid pulses. Her juices flood my hand. I drink every drop, swallowing her sweet taste until her thighs stop trembling.
I stand up. My boots shift against the concrete. My ribs heave. Her eyes are glazed, lips parted, ribs rising and falling in erratic gasps.
I grip the metal buckle of my tactical belt. Snap it open. Pull down the zipper.
My cock springs free. Thick, dark, weeping with precum. It aches with a vicious, throbbing need. The thick head gleams in the monitor light. She stares at it. The haze in her eyes clears, replaced by a dark, helpless hunger. She reaches out. Her soft fingers wrap around the thick base of my shaft.
Fire shoots directly up my spine. My vision goes white at the edges.
"Do not touch it," I grind out, my voice dropping to a lethal octave. "I have no control left. None. You touch me, and this ends before it begins."
I push her hand away. Not gently. I grip her hips. My thumbs dig into her hip bones. I drag her all the way to the edge of the table until her ass hangs off the polished wood. I step into her space. Aligning the blunt head of my aching cock with her slick, swollen opening. She is ready. Dripping for me. Waiting for the claim.
I push forward.
One brutal, uninterrupted thrust. I bury myself to the hilt.
She gasps loudly, her head throwing back against the table, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. I fill her. Stretching her tight walls past their limit. The scalding heat of her pussy clamps down on my length. A vise of wet muscle and slick heat. Groaning, I rest my forehead against her chest. Her soft tits heave against my chest. The fit is perfection. Two fractured puzzle pieces forged in violence and chaos, locking together in the dark.
I pull back. The friction is pure, agonizing madness. I thrust back in. Deep. Hard. Hitting her cervix.
She moans, a beautiful, helpless, broken sound.
I set a punishing pace. Hips snapping forward. Flesh slapping flesh. The sharp, rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding fills the war room, echoing over the low hum of the servers. I grip the backs of her knees, lifting her legs and wrapping them high around my waist. Her ankles lock tightly behind my back. The diamond ring flashes in my peripheral vision. The ring my father put on my mother's hand. The ring that survived the massacre. Now it lives permanently on my woman's finger. The final seal of the Costa family.
"You are mine," I bite the words against the sensitive skin of her neck. Thrusting hard. Pounding into her on the tactical table where I planned to burn this city down. "You hear me? No more contracts. No more fake covers. No more logic."
Thrust.
"Mine."
Thrust.
"Every breath."
Thrust.
"Every inch."
She scratches my back. Her blunt nails find the jagged cuts she just bandaged upstairs in the bathroom. The wounds tear open. Fresh blood wells up, stinging my skin. Pain flares sharp and bright. It is a grounding wire. It fuels the beast. I drive deeper, angling my hips upward to grind against her swollen, aching clit with every downward stroke.
The pressure builds in my balls. A deep, inevitable explosion gathering force. I cannot stop it. I do not want to stop it. I want to ruin her for anything else. I want to claim her so thoroughly she forgets how to breathe without me surrounding her.
She is clenching around my cock. Milking the length with every spasm of her tight walls. The friction is unbearable. The heat is melting my sanity.
"Enzo!" she sobs, her head thrashing side to side. "Please. Please."
"Take it," I command, my voice low and ragged in the vault. "Take every piece of me. The monster. The fixer. The man. All of it. Yours."
Her inner walls spasm violently. She is cumming again. The tight, rapid clenching pushes me straight over the precipice. I fist her hair with one bloodstained hand. Her gaze locks onto mine. My calculating, calm gaze is totally fractured, shattered by the force of my obsession.
"Natalia!" I roar.
I bury myself to the hilt. My hips lock against hers. I explode.
