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My cheeks flushed with heat, and I halted the movement of my hips as I tried to strike the ball. Once again, I missed it.
He turned me to face him and exhaled smoke into my face. “You aren’t any good at this.”
“I never said I was.” My lips pouted, and my eyes scanned down his body, hovering at the outline of his cock beneath his gray sweatpants. He was hard, tenting the fabric of his pants. I don’t know what came over me, but I wanted him so goddamn bad I could taste him. Saying no to me earlier made this a challenge, and I wanted to conquer it. “Can’t we stop being enemies for one night?” I asked with an ache between my legs. Fuck Enzo. I mean, truly. Fuck him in every sense of the word. I equally hated and wanted him inside me.
“You ain’t ever been my enemy, Giovanna Silvani.” He tossed the pool stick to the ground, and his warm hand wrapped around my throat in a somewhat tender way—for a Viglione, at least. His other hand brushed my hair from my face. “But I don’t know if I want to give you what you want yet.”
“Goddamn it, Enzo, please.” Frustration and a hint of desperation laced my words. I hated how I sounded, but Ineededhim.
“Babygirl,” he whispered as he grabbed my cheek.
“Don’t say sweet shit to me.” I pushed at his chest, my annoyance boiling over.
He fisted a chunk of my hair as he worked his sweatpants down with his other hand. My eyes widened at the sight of him, and I bit my lip. Like everything else on Enzo, physically, he was perfect. Emotionally? That was something else entirely.
“How about this? You give me that pretty mouth of yours, and I’ll show you what hell tastes like. Then you can decide if you want to walk through fire with me.” He craned my neck.
Before he even finished his sentence, I had dropped to my knees, the carpet rough against my bare skin.Fire?I’d let him set me alight right now if it meant I could feel him inside me.My lip trembled as he stroked himself in front of my face. I hesitated. Not because I didn't want it, but because of how fucking bad Ididwant it. It was gross how much I wanted to make him come.
“I guess not,” he said as he moved to lift his pants.
“No, no, wait.” I reached for the fabric and held it down, swatting his hand away.
He brushed my hair out of my face and balled it behind my head. I leaned into him, slowly licking up his length, cock-teasing him the way he’d teased me. He groaned at the warmth of my tongue on him, and a growl formed low in his throat as he pushed himself into my mouth, unable to wait one more moment to be inside it. It was the first time he ever felt my mouth, and I wondered if I had been worth all that waiting. His deep groan the moment I wrapped my mouth around him answered my question. He looked down at me with intense blue eyes, and it made me weak. Had I not been on my knees already, I wouldn't have been able to stay on my feet.
His hand guided my motions from behind my head, faster and rougher each time. He thrust his hips forward, forcing me to take more of him until I gagged. He pulled out long enough for me to wipe the drool from my chin before he shoved me back on him. He fucked my mouth so carelessly, and I swam with curiosity about just how good he'd feel inside me.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he dragged me to my feet. He looked down at me with hunger, wiping his thumb along my lower lip. “Goddamn it, Gia.”
I knew what I wanted, and if I got him going enough, he'd give it to me. My hands trembled as I lifted my t-shirt over my head. My hair tumbled over my shoulders. Enzo stared at me, his gaze boring through me as his hands dropped to my breasts. He caressed them roughly and kissed me. The taste of his cock was still on my lips. I moaned at his touch. Every grip of his fingers was rough, like that was all I was to him. That’s all I wanted it to be, too. I wanted to be used.
By him.
He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the ground. Now I was the one doing the staring as his taut muscles rippled beneath tanned skin, his posture still tense and rigid. He wouldn’t relax, not until he got what he wanted. What I needed him to take.
Enzo grabbed my hips and turned me around, bending me over the pool table. My breasts pressed against the cold wood, making me shiver. His hands grasped the waistband of my shorts as he pulled them down with a harsh motion I’d only dreamed of before that moment. They fell to the floor, and I kicked them away. His hands raced along my back and over the curves of my ass.
“Just for one night,” he whispered in my ear before devouring the skin of my neck.
I nodded. One night. One evening where there was no line in the sand between our families. Not until the tide receded and divided us all over again.
He pushed himself inside me as if he were too hungry to wait any longer. His cock stretched me, and I worried I’d tear from his hurried thrusts. I whimpered as I dropped my head toward the table.
Enzo stopped and reached for my shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yes, it’s just been a while,” I told him through heavy breaths painted with pain and the hopes of pleasure.
“Do you want me to go easy?” he asked as he brushed my hair over my shoulder, his fingers grazing the skin between my shoulder blades.
“No,” I panted.
His hands found their home on my hips again, and he pushed into me with a hint of hesitation before every thrust. I knew he was trying not to hurt me, so I pushed against him, forcing him to go deeper. He took the hint, grabbing my shoulders and fucking me harder, the hesitation disappearing with every thrust. He was eating me alive and I wanted to give him every last piece of me.
“Enzo,” I moaned as his pool table shook from his strength behind me. “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered.
“You have an incredible pussy,” he groaned.
“No...degrade me,” I said.
