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“Consider it more like surveying.”
“God, you are disgusting,” I said with a humorless laugh.
He leaned over me, releasing my chin to pin my wrists above my head. “The more I degrade you—fuck with you, make you helpless—the more you want me inside you.” He kissed me. “So who’s the disgusting one?”
“Fuck you.” I turned away from his mouth. He was right, though. If he’d allowed it, I’d have let him fill me up again, even though I had just washed his come from my body. Anger flushed my cheeks. But so did something else. “Why did you do that, anyway? You already punished me for what I did. All I did was fucking come.” My chest heaved against his.
He looked at me so calmly, so unbothered. It was infuriating. “I fucked your ass because I wanted it. I made you come in front of your father because you didn’t. It’s real hard to find things you don’t want, because you want most everything on some level. I had to find a limit for you.” He encased my wrists in one hand, letting the other drop between my legs. “Even then, I don’t think that was a limit. You were scared of him hearing his little girl coming. That’s a normal fear. Your father shouldn’t hear your moans. But I think you wanted my mouth on you and my fingers inside you.”
I did. I would always chase the pleasure he offered. I felt alive when he was pleasing me and using me. If I reached the pearly gates and was told I could have Enzo once more or go to heaven, I’d let him fuck me in front of God himself.
“Nothing to say, babygirl? You’re only quiet when you’re sleeping or brooding. Thinking of ways to get rid of me?”
“You’re a piece of shit, but I don’t want to get rid of you.” How was I so frustrated again? His bright blue eyes met mine, and the way he licked his lips made my mouth water. Through his pants, the hard length of his cock rested against my thigh, and it made me throb. I melted into the mattress and into his grasp. I became the prey beneath him, which would make him become the predator.
“I have work to do. If you want to come to my office later, after everyone goes to bed, I’ll be there.” He kissed my jaw. “But you know I won’t let you come next time we play. You were spoiled.” He let go of my wrist and traced my curves with his hand. “But I’ll still make you feel good.” He dug his fingers into my inner thigh.
I let out a frustrated groan. Everything was a game to Enzo. If I showed any amount of interest, he’d dangle it in front of me, just out of reach. Or pull it away altogether. I never understood why he liked to play the games he did. He denied himself as much as he denied me. How was he not as frustrated? How could he climb off me and leave, just like that? Didn’t he ache for me as much?
* * *
Enzo
My balls ached.I adjusted myself as I swayed in the big overstuffed desk chair. It had been difficult to climb off her when I could feel the heat between her legs against my hard dick. I thumbed through paperwork. So much goddamn paperwork. I was finding out shit I wasn’t too fond of. The drug deals, for one thing, with several families on the books for it. I hated that shit. Everyone had a finger in the drug world, even if they didn’t dip their whole hand inside. It became something that had to be done to keep afloat in modern crime. Guns and drugs—two big players with big risks.
The clock’stick-tick-tickclimbed the walls. I felt surrounded by time. I wiped the frustration off my face and pushed the stack of papers away from me. Everything felt so impossible—the business, me leading it. I should have made sure Silvio was more organized before I killed him. Absolutely nothing that was going on surprised me after seeing how our records were kept. I doubted even Silvio knew what was happening with most of this shit.
I groaned and grabbed a cigar, and even though it made me feel like Silvio, I lit it and puffed on it. The rich taste coated my mouth. The scent infiltrated my nose. They were pretty damn magnificent. The smoke swirled and rose toward the high ceiling. The moon cut through the wisps as it shone through the skylight windows. The nicotine took the edge off what made my skin crawl. Stress, anxiety, shit I didn’t need to deal with while still trying to pave my way in the business. The unorganized chaos was just a big, shitty cherry on top.
The door to the library slammed. I waved away the thick gray smoke.
Gia. She came. Which I kind of expected. Unfortunately for her, the ache in my balls dissipated the more work frustrated me. I leaned back and puffed on the cigar.
“Hey,” she whispered as she walked toward me. Her nose flared as she inhaled the rich scent of the smoke. She perched on the corner of the desk, her shorts riding up her thighs. She twirled her hair as if a million thoughts moved through her mind.
“What’s up?” I put my hands behind my head, interlacing them at the fingers.
“You told me to meet you here.”
“I know I did, but I’m not really in the mood anymore. I spent hours going through paperwork, and I hardly made a dent in it. I found out Silvio was involved in some drug dealings, which—”
“You hate,” she interrupted. That was no secret. “But everyone has to get their hands a little dirty with that stuff. Even my father has a couple contacts in that business.”
“The golden boy?”
“Yes, even the golden boy.” She smirked. “Are we going to finish off what we started earlier?”
I wanted to. I really wanted to. But I also just wanted to burn this library to the ground with all the paperwork inside it. “Babygirl,” I said, low and smooth.
“Don’t babygirl me unless you’re going to do something about it.” She got to her feet, dropped her elbows to the desk, and thumbed through the stack of papers. My eyes traced every curve of her body as she bent over the way I’d fantasized a thousand times in my head. She pulled several papers from the pile and leaned over me to grab a thick fastener folder filled with hole-punched paper. She skimmed through the pages and whipped it open, laying it out in front of me. “These are all collected and can be tossed, burned, whatever the hell you want to do with them.”
“How do you know?” I leaned over the desk, pulling my attention from her.
“Our fathers aren’t all that different, Enzo. See these little symbols and numbers on the corners of these debt slips?” Her finger dragged down the paper in front of me. “They match up in the log here. Instead of using the debtors’ names, he uses the numbers and symbols to mark off when someone paid. This little triangle matches this little triangle in that folder. Forty-five thousand, paid off in September almost five years ago. That’s why he kept these debt slips, so he knew who borrowed what without a clear link of what happened. What I can’t tell you is where Silvio put said money, as he didn’t seem to write that on either document. So I can’t help you there.”
I grabbed the slips, checking them against the log. I flashed my eyes up at her. “All this fucking time I’ve spent trying to figure out the method to his madness, and you figure it out in five minutes.”
“You never let me look at them like this. Sometimes you just need an outsider’s perspective.”
