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He stroked his tongue over my lips for only a second before delving back into my mouth over and over, back and forth, driving my need so high I’d be touching the clouds.
Enzo broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down my neck, stopping at my pulse point, and nipped and sucked at the spot below my ear. I let my head fall back against the wall again, my hands still between us and on his chest.
“I want it all. God help us both, but I can’t stop. I won’t.” He scraped his teeth along my skin where my neck and shoulder met, and I knew he’d leave a mark. I wanted that, a small mark of ownership from Enzo.
I felt this surge move through me and found myself tunneling my fingers in his hair, keeping him at my throat, never wanting him to stop. He hissed out and lifted his head so we were eye level, my fingers tangling in the short dark strands, the desire on his face harsh enough I gasped from it.
I tugged at the strands harder, his nostrils flaring, his eyes growing even more hooded. “Sweet Bianca,” he whispered, but it wasn’t soft or sweet. There wasn’t any of that in Enzo. I knew that without a doubt. He leaned in fractionally and gave me a very wolf-like grin. “You’re mine.”
Staring into the darkness that was Enzo told me I was already in too deep. I was already lost.
And I didn't want to be found.
ChapterSeven
Enzo
Iwondered how Bianca would sound when—not if—I licked her pussy. I’d gotten a glimpse a couple days ago with that intense, heated kiss we shared, with the way she moaned and pressed her luscious body against mine as if she were dying to get naked.
I wondered if she’d reach out and spear her hands in my hair, keeping my face buried right between her thighs. I’d be sure to make her come twice before I allowed myself to be buried balls-deep inside her.
“How do you want to handle the traitor, Capo?”
Leonardo’s voice pierced through my thoughts, pulling me out of my mind and my filthy thoughts concerning Bianca. I was completely consumed by her. Ever since I dropped her off two nights before, she’d been a constant on my mind.
I wasn’t a man who grew attached to people or things. You couldn’t be when you were in my field of work. But ever since that first moment I saw her over a month ago, I’d been completely obsessed, shamelessly so.
I held in my groan as the kiss we shared forty-eight hours before slammed into my mind. But calling what I’d done to her, what we’d shared, a mere kiss was an understatement. It was passionate, rough, and uninhibited. I was still thinking about it, jerking off to the memories, and my cock jerked behind my zipper as if in reminder of how much I wanted her.
“Bring him here tomorrow evening.” There was a hushed silence that fell over the room. “I want to question him.”
“And then, Capo?”
I felt the testosterone fill the room as the men grew excited about the prospect of torture. Being in my position meant I didn't have to get my hands dirty with interrogation, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that extracting information from a traitor, someone who betrayed The Family for their own gain, was something I greatly missed.
I leaned back and looked at each man once more. “And then… you handle it. You know how we deal with traitors.” I looked at Leonardo, knowing my expression was steely and hard.
Although my thoughts had been latched on to Bianca, at the way her lips were pink and full, at the curves I wanted to memorize with my hands, I heard everything Leonardo said.
I looked around the room, high-ranking officials for the LA Family in attendance. We’d been going over new business deals, intel on wars breaking out between different factions, territories we were coming into possession of, and a handful of other business that was a constant in our world.
I should’ve had my mind completely onthosethings, not on how I wanted to lay Bianca out on my bed, spread her thighs, and bury my face in her pussy as I sucked at her clit until she came all over my mouth.
In fact, that’s all I’d been thinking about for the last month, and it had only gotten worse, more intense after our date, after I’d mouth-fucked her, which was exactly what I’d done when I dropped her off.
She was dangerous to me, to my control and concentration. And that’s how I knew she was meant to be mine.
I thought about how she asked me brazenly about my connection to the mafia. Even now as I thought back, I could feel a hint of amusement at her boldness. No one had ever dared question me. So the fact that she had told me how innocent she truly was in the world we lived in—in the worldIlived in—turned me on like a motherfucker.
“Are we leaving the remnants out to send a message?” Francisco asked and leaned forward, a slow grin spreading across his face. Out of all the men who worked for me, Francisco was definitely the most twisted, even by my standards.
I inclined my head. “What else would we do with the remains of traitors?” A few of the men chuckled.
For a moment, I thought back to Bianca and how she would feel if shereallyknew the type of man I was. The type who showed no mercy to his enemies, who did whatever it took to gain and keep power, not just in my line of work, not just in my business and empire… but also in the bedroom.
Because I’d be lying to myself if I said I only wanted her for one night. That wasn’t the reality I saw for myself, for us.
I wanted everything from her. I wanted it all. And I was the type of man who didn’t stop until he got exactly that.
