Chapter 24
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ANASTASIA
I was playing with fire and for once I didn’t care about getting burnt.
Enzo has too much control over me — my body . His words, no matter how degrading or praising they were, acted like a drug that I just couldn’t kick.
I let him pin me against the wall with Killian watching, override my defenses like there was nothing there and tease me whilst my body was left begging for more.
No . I couldn’t let him do this again, especially not with the wedding a week away.
Sex would always be a weapon for him to use against me, wield to his own advantage and that was dangerous. So I had to take it back for myself, reclaim my power and cement my authority within our relationship.
However, terrifying it may be.
Enzo drops to his knees without hesitation and raises the dagger up to me. “It was my father’s, the only piece of him I have left. Do what you will with it, Anastasia. Just know that you’re already named the beneficiary in my will. Upon my death mi amore, my entire empire is yours.”
I blink a few times, before taking it from him. The metal is heavy in my hands, similar to the one we use for the blood initiation at home. My gaze flickers back to his, seeing nothing but raw sincerity in his eyes.
Did he really expect me to use it on him? To kill him and take everything that he’s built?
A few months ago, I would have done it in a heartbeat. It’s scary to think how easy it would have been, no guilt weighing me down, but now…truths had been revealed, apologies made and he was still here — trying at least.
Those butterflies that died so long ago have begun to spring alive again, fluttering inside of my stomach with every second that he remains patiently stoic on his knees .
“Strip and lay back on the desk.” He follows my commands easily, his body moving like water. When he pulls his boxers off, I struggle to hold back a moan, remembering how good he felt inside of me.
My hands flick the lock on and I hesitate for a moment, considering whether or not to take off my heels but decide against it. There’s something powerful in wearing sharp shoes that can dual as a weapon.
He lies back patiently, eyes fixed on my pussy like a ravenous beast I’m taming.
I arch my brow up at him. “See something you like?”
No words leave his mouth but I can see the answer in his eyes, a hunger overtaking them. Walking towards the desk, I feel strung on a high. The arousal I feel towards him is like a drug, giving me the confidence to put on such a filthy display.
The desk creaks beneath our weight as I climb on top and straddle his chest. My pussy glides along the sharp muscled line between his pecs. I shift forward, gasping at the friction.
He struggles to keep control, furiously gripping either side of the desk in an effort not to flip us over and fuck me into oblivion. A smirk rises on my lips and I lean forward, smearing my arousal up his body until my pussy hovers above his face.
“Let’s see how good you are with your tongue.” There’s a sharp glint in his eyes that says, you already know how good I am , but I ignore it and sit on his face like a queen taking her throne.
I moan, dropping the dagger by his head as I fist his hair in my hands. His hands grip my thighs, sinking his nails into my skin. The pain bites, enhancing the pleasure that rocks through my body as I grind over his tongue.
Pushing my ass up, he burrows his face between my thighs. It makes me wonder if the man is a masochist, enjoying the asphyxiation of being drowned by the juices that leak in an endless stream from my pussy.
“Fuck, I’m close.” I groan to myself more than him.
It’s during moments of bliss like these that I allow control to slip from me. But not anymore.
I pull away from him and he growls at the loss of heat. My own body battles against my mind, screaming to go back and claim the pleasure that dissipates into slow tremors.
His head shoots up and he starts to rise but I shove him back down, settling myself over his lap again. Enzo groans as my pussy slides along his strained erection, that’s almost purpled at the head as arousal seeps from his tip.
I reach for the dagger, twirling it in my grip. Leaning over his body, I fight the moan that crawls up my throat as his cock nestles between my pussy lips. I place the dagger beneath his chin, smiling as he bares his neck for me .
Reaching down, I thumb him inside of me, feeling the heat of his groan as his thick inches stretch me open.
“Do you trust me with your life, Enzo?” I capture his heady gaze, digging the dagger into his skin.
He doesn’t even flinch. “I trust you with everything.”
“Good because one mistake and I’ll slit your pretty little neck open.” I dip my head down, licking a long stripe from his collarbone up to his neck and let my tongue circle his ear. “Don’t think I’ll stop for a second either. I’ll ride your cock as you splutter for air beneath me, choking on your own blood and I won’t stop until you’ve given me the best orgasm of my fucking life.”
“Promise, promises.” He laughs but it quickly morphs into a grunt as I nick him just below his carotid.
“Be careful what you sign Enzo, because you’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”
A darkness shrouds over us both as I sink onto his cock, not stopping until he is wholly inside of me. He reaches the deepest point inside of me and my heart flutters as he kisses the palm that cradles the dagger.
My hips begin to rock, taking him in and out of me, each movement bringing forth a wave of pleasure that begins to build and build. I fling my hair back behind my shoulder and arch my back, jutting my breasts out to him in a silent command .
Like a beast, he latches onto them and the dagger drops from my hand, clattering onto the floor. His tongue bites and sucks one of my hardened nipples whilst he paws at the other.
I hold him to my chest, moving my hips harder and faster as our moans drift into the air, surrounding us with the sounds of hedonistic pleasure.
My nails sink into his back, pulling a grunt from his chest and he bucks his hips up, meeting my every thrust with an equally powerful one. I grip his chin between my fingers, forcing him to look at me and then I feel it — my walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing him to orgasm as my own overtakes me, triggered by that one intense look that can only ever be read as one word.
Mine.
“Anastasia,” He groans and moves to pull out but I shake my head.
“I’m on birth control.” I moan, feeling the aftershocks ripple through my body. If there’s one thing that came from my fight with Calista, it’s that I’m not ready for a baby right now.
Nodding lazily, he thrusts up once more, spilling inside of me. I collapse, letting him take my weight as we fall back onto the desk. Our heavy pants fill the silence, whilst the stench of sex lingers in the air. I glance down between my thighs, finding his cum running down my thighs and staining Killian’s desk .
Enzo pulls my chin towards him and for a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me but instead he smiles softly, stroking my cheek like a form of aftercare I didn’t know I need.
Surely I should be the one giving him this, but he seems content so that I don’t move.
My fingers circle along his chest, trying to draw out the peace for as long as I can but the need for answers is overpowering. “What was the good reason?”
He barks out a laugh much to my distaste. “You couldn’t give it five minutes, could you?” I glare, pushing up on my elbow with the threat of walking out naked still very much alive.
Those long fingers curl around my wrist. “Don’t.” He sighs. “You’re not going to like it.”
“I thought you said it was a good reason?”
“It is, but that’s why you won’t like it.” Now I’m nervous. “The drug houses in the South have all been cleared out. Someone stole it, killed all the men and cut the security feeds.”
“What? How–”
“I told you, Anastasia. We both have enemies, ones that are threatened by our alliance. They probably feel the need to strike before we solidify the union. ”
Those drug houses housed all the product that had to be shipped out to sellers and buyers. We needed the money coming in from that sale and now it would give Lawrence another reason to carry out his coup against me.
I feel Enzo squeeze my hand. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I already have people on it. We’re a partnership, remember? You don’t have to deal with this alone anymore.” Nodding, I feel the heavyweight on my chest lighten. “Now it’s your turn. Why were you here alone with him?”
Honesty is complex. Sometimes the whole truth isn’t yours to give and other times it can cause more damage than it’s worth.
“Killian was going through a personal problem. He needed someone to remind him that they care and I’m sorry. If I walked in on what you did, I would have felt angry and jealous and hurt too. You don’t have to trust him but trust me when I say that my loyalties lie with you. My body is yours.”
“And what about your heart? Where does that belong?”
I gulp down the thick emotion that rises in my throat.
My heart? Could I even give it away again, now that it’s buried deep and armored by memories of pain and betrayal that this very man is the source of?
“With my legacy, just like yours does.”