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“I saw the fucker’s bandaged arm when his sleeve rose up, and when I ripped his mask off and saw it was him, I knew. Which means my brother set it up, or it’s one giant coincidence.”
I stared at him, gaping. “Do you think Marco would do that?” I recalled the way Marco reacted when I’d asked for help. He was so indifferent. Annoyed, even. He didn’t act like a don’s brother. “Fuck,” I whispered. “He wouldn’t help me find you, which is why I had to ask my father.”
I had no doubt Marco was involved, but that was an ominous thought. That would mean Enzo would have to cast his brother out or kill him. I had a feeling I knew what he’d end up doing. Had I not been shot in the process, maybe he would have settled for exile, but not now. He would want retribution for my pain. Kicking him out of the family wouldn’t be enough for him.
* * *
I could usemy arm after a few days. It still hurt, but not just from breathing. Enzo had come and gone, mostly to take care of Atheist and business. I was surprised my father even let him stay. A Viglione beneath his roof? Who’d have thought that would be allowed in this lifetime? I half expected Enzo to return, covered in blood after taking the opportunity to kill his brother when it presented itself. But I knew he’d want me there if he killed him.
The door leading into the courtyard opened. “I wish you’d lock the damn door,” Enzo said as he came in.
I shrugged. I was pretty bad about that. “Did you see Marco?”
“Fucker can’t even face me.” He shook his head. “We need to get home. I’ve been neglecting my duties while taking care of you.”
I sighed. “My father can take care of me, you know. I don’t need you to disrupt your life for that.”
“I ain’t leaving you,” Enzo said as he walked over and sat beside me. He kicked his shoes off and put his feet up. He leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” I shook the bottle of pain pills and sighed. “It’s so weird that my father is letting you stay here, in my bed.”
“You’re an adult.”
“Yeah, but...you don’t know my father.” I smiled at the thought. My father was so protective of me, no matter what age I was.
“I’ve been so respectful of the sanctity of his home. Of his daughter,” Enzo said with a growl that vibrated my body as he leaned into me. “Because you need to heal.” He put his hand on my stomach and spread his fingers, dragging them downward. The touch electrified me, and my breath hitched as he palmed me over my shorts.
I put my hand over his, stopping him. “Don’t get any ideas, Enzo. Not here.”
“I want to make you come,” he whispered before kissing me. “I ain’t asking to fuck you, babygirl, but let me show you my appreciation.”
“I don’t need you to show me. Not here.” I tried to speak firmly, but he climbed onto his knees and snuck between my legs, making the last words catch in my throat. They came out strained and unsure, and he took that as an invitation.
His hands climbed my body, and he tugged off my shorts. I stared at the bruises on his face as he spread my legs with a soft, tender touch that was very unlike Enzo. Even in a mask of purple, pink, and yellow, he was still so handsome.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” he said as he leaned down and rubbed his hand over my pussy.
I shivered, which made my arm twitch with an ounce of pain. I ignored it as his fingers pushed inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, as if he wished his cock could be inside me instead. He leaned over and kissed me, thrusting in and out of me with greedy movements that matched the way he grinded the hard outline of his cock against my thigh. He groaned when I moaned, taking such pleasure in my sounds.
Enzo lay on his stomach. His arms hooked around my thighs as he eased me toward his mouth until his warm tongue was on me, making me jolt. Pain reminded me of my injury, and I tried to keep my shoulder still, which was more difficult with each slow, rhythmic movement of his tongue. He teased me until I wanted to buck my hips into his face and grind myself against his mouth. But if I moved my hips, it tensed my shoulders, causing pain all over again. I had to sit there, helpless and longing, as he licked me. I fought back a moan with a bite of my lip. If my father heard me, he’d kill us both. Enzo quickened the motion of his tongue, flicking the tip of it against my clit.
Pain and pleasure fought for control inside my body. The ache in my shoulder crawled beneath my skin and crept over my chest. The pleasure radiated from between my legs and rushed up to meet the hurt. I whimpered at the pain, but a moan followed close behind it. I expected him to stop as my body tensed and tightened.
“Come for me, Giovanna,” he growled into my pussy. “Come against my mouth, but don’t let your father hear you.”
He buried his face into me and licked until pleasure overtook my body and pushed out the creeping pain. I gripped his hair with my left hand, ignoring the ache as I grinded my pussy against his mouth. I was so fucking close, but I still expected him to stop, and it made me tense with anticipation. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed all the pain to count for something.
He swirled his tongue around my clit before tonguing me with a long, warm stroke that he’d repeat until I came. I put my left hand over my mouth and fought my chest’s urge to rise off the bed as the pleasure became unbearable. I needed to come so fucking bad. I whimpered over my hand, needing to release some of the sound brewing beneath it.
He let me come. He rode out the waves of my orgasm with the heat of his tongue pressed against my clit. He rose to meet my mouth with his, my taste coating his lips.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me.
He was hard against the zipper of his pants, rubbing against the wet mess between my legs. He wanted to get off, too, but he wouldn't let me do anything more. He’d be inside me the moment he could, the very second I felt well enough for that. He’d ache with anticipation until I could give myself to him again, and I needed it as much as he did.
Soon, I promised him and myself.Soon.
