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“Do you want to?”
Her gaze shot to mine. The twist in her lips made me certain she would smack me, and I probably deserved it. My desire to fuck her again, to be the last one inside her, was too intense. I wouldn’t force her to fuck me, but I was salivating over her.
She shook her head, but the shaking became slower and less intense until it was merely a shallow sway.
“It’s okay if you don’t, babygirl.” I pulled her into me again. I wanted her so bad that I ached, but she had something precious taken from her once more and I wasn’t going to give her anything unless it was going to give her something back.
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Gia
I didn’t knowwhat I wanted. There was a guilty ache in my gut because I’d wanted more from Malchikov. My heart and mind were horrified, but my body still reacted to his touch.That’s so fucked up.I wanted Enzo, but how could I let him fuck me while that man was still a black mark between my legs? The only way to calm the ache was to let him take me, and my fingers grazed Enzo’s chest as I worked his buttons down. He looked down at me with a sultry smirk crossing his lips.
It was all the invitation he needed, and he wrapped his hand around my neck as he laid me on my back and spread my legs with his knees. He let his shirt fall to the floor and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down my thighs, his eyes still on me, watching for signs to stop. His black pants did nothing to hide how hard he was, the bulging fabric straining against his length. The sound of his zipper sliding along its track made me shiver. His cock grazed my inner thighs, thicker and bigger than Malchikov, but dripping with the same desire. Enzo leaned over me to kiss me, and his heat brought my mind back to being beneath that Russian piece of shit. Enzo stopped the moment he sensed my body tense.
“Babygirl,” he whispered. His hands hovered over me as if he didn’t know if he should touch me at all.
“I’m okay,” I said as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me.
He looked at me, hesitating before he reached down and put himself inside me. The moment he was in me, I felt the guilt race through my veins. I gasped and felt the urge to push him away. Enzo noticed every subtle change in my body language.
“I can stop,” he said with a low growl to his words, which didn’t seem too convincing. He buried his face against my neck. “I just wanted to make sure you knew you were mine. I don’t care if that Russian bastard fucked you. I don’t even care if he made you come. The only thing that matters is that you are fucking mine.”
Enzo’s words melted me. I put my arms around his neck and brought my mouth to his ear. “I'm yours,” I whispered, my words making him react with his hips.
He let go of his resolve and apprehension as his hips pounded mine. I arched my back, heaving my chest toward him as his powerful, hungry thrusts tore at me. Enzo reached down and rubbed me, his warm fingers gliding against my clit.
“I can feel you tightening. Are you gonna come for me, Gia?” He looked down at me with a loose-lipped smile that made the dimples above his lips more pronounced.
I whimpered as I nodded, burying my face in his chest. I thought he might stop my ascent, hold me back from reaching the top like he always did. But his fingers didn’t slow or hasten. He just rubbed me until I bucked against his hand.
“Come for me,” he growled against my ear as his belly drew in, his posture tensing. I came so hard that I pushed him over the edge at the same moment, and a pleasure that was almost too intense to recover from pulsed through us. He made sure his cock was the only thing I could think about.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Enzo
Imade Gia wait in the car. I wouldn’t leave her at home, but I sure as fuck couldn’t bring her inside with me. The stale club air welcomed me the moment I walked through the doors. I pushed past topless women and batted away their flirty touches as I headed toward the back door. Everyone turned toward me as the door slammed shut behind me. All the usuals. I looked around the back room of the club. A stain on the floor still marked where Rudy had been shot.
Pure anger emitted from me in waves and made Bullseye stand, pushing his chair out as he did. His hand rested on his pistol.
“I ain’t gonna kill you, ya piece of shit!” I yelled. “I just wanna fucking talk!”
Kenny leapt from the big round table in the middle of the room to hold me back, but I pushed against his chest.
“I got nothing to say, Enzo.” Bullseye shrugged his shoulders as he sat again.
“What do you mean you got nothing to say? You set us up! You let Gia—” I stopped myself, the words catching in my throat. Gia had enough going against her without them knowing she slept with the Russian, even if it wasn’t her choice.
“I didn’t set up shit! I thought you knew who it was for. I told your father—”
“Silvio is a piece of shit,” I snarled. “You know the Russians are ruthless, and you let me bring Gia there!”
Bullseye narrowed his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to bring her. A girl like that? Fuck, she would be—”
I slipped past Kenny and charged toward Bullseye, but another couple of men held me back. “Tread lightly,” I said with a sneer. I slammed my fist on the table. “I told you I didn’t want to deal with guns, and you told me this was an easy drop. We hardly made it outta there alive!” I pointed toward him, my glare locked on his. “Which brings me to my follow-up question. How the fuck do they know you? It was clear you guys have done business before.”
“What business my family has done has nothing to do with you,” Bullseye said with a humorless laugh. “Why make an enemy out of the Russians when we don’t have to?”
