Epilogue
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ENZO
- Two years Later
I squint at the harsh light that beams in through the open window. The birds chirp their morning song, unable to stir my wife from her deep slumber.
Then again, I did tire her out last night.
My arm tightens around her waist as I draw her in closer to. I scatter kisses across her forehead, watching as she softly turns her face away from me. Her nipples harden, scraping against my chest and I smile when she moans in her sleep. Her body moves on its own, gently grinding that slick pussy against my thigh .
I can feel her arousal on my skin and it instantly hardens my cock to attention. My hand runs down the length of her slim waist, squeezing tight to elicit a groan from the back of her throat. I watch those full lips part and know that there’s no way I can leave for work without fucking my wife until she’s sated.
Those ocean eyes spring open as I roll on top of her and bring those toned legs around my waist. I catch the longing that burns in her irises and smile as she slowly comes to her senses.
“What time is it? We have a meeting at oh—” A gasp rips from her throat as my hard cock rubs against her clit. I smirk, knowing it’s still sensitive from the three times I ate her out last night.
I flick my tongue out against her lips, and she catches it, sucking hard and forcing our lips together. Sinking my teeth down, I groan at the metallic tang of her blood hitting my tastebuds.
She pulls back and I can tell she’s about to argue with me again. “Do you want to know what you were doing in your sleep?” She shakes her head, bringing my lips back down to hers. I groan, knowing it’s a distraction tactic but fuck, I’m addicted to the taste of this woman.
Our lips melt together, tongues flicking out in perfect synchronicity, and it takes all my strength to break us apart .
I shake my head. “I’m not letting you get away with it that easily.”
Pushing her hips up against mine, she smirks as a groan slips from my tongue. “Get away with what? I just want a quickie.”
Reaching down, I grab my hard cock and rub it gently through her slick folds. “You should know by now it’s never just a quickie with us.” My lips meet her neck, tasting the sweet sweat beginning to thicken on her skin. “I like to take my time to torture my little brat, or to satisfy my queen. Which one do you feel like being today?”
A flicker of fire sparks in those ocean eyes. “You really want to know what I was dreaming of?” Instead of replying, I push inside of her, relishing in the surprise that takes over her expression.
It quickly morphs into ecstasy as I pump my hips hard, almost punishing to subdue the brat that decided to wake up this morning. Her nails scratch down my back and I reach down to push her knees back so I can sink into the deepest crevices of her body.
“What was that pretty mind dreaming up?” Something feral inside of me needs to know. I lay claim to her beautiful body, soul and mind a long time ago, so even her dreams belong to me now .
She pushes up onto her elbows, moving her hips in-sync with mine as she smiles up at me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
A growl rips from my throat and I fuck her harder, watching all of that stubborn arrogance dissipate. Gripping the back of her neck, I press our foreheads together and pinch her bottom lip.
“Tell me mi amore, or I promise I’ll pull out right now and stroke my cock until I cum all over your stomach.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
A wicked gleam flashes across my gaze as I tighten my hold around her neck. “Try me.” Slowing my thrusts, I drag my cock out of her tight pussy, leaving only the tip inside. It paints red spots in my vision, the agony of not being inside of becomes an all-consuming pain I can’t escape from. “You have five seconds Anastasia or it’s a cold shower for the both of us.”
She scoffs. “You’re acting like I’m some sex crazed maniac who needs your cock every morning.” I raise my brow, waiting until she eventually rolls her eyes and sighs. “Fine. I was…pregnant.” That one word creates a flood of warmth that spans my body. I rest my palm on the flat of her stomach. One day.
“Carry on.” The sheets beneath her were practically slick with her wetness so I doubt that’s the end of the story .
“Naturally I was horny and we were in bed just like this, your cock hard for me like always.” Then something wicked sparks in her gaze. “Then I rolled over and there was another man there.”
Jealousy swarms my stomach, even though I know she’s just trying to get a rise out of me. I bite at her neck. “Liar.”
“His cock wasn’t as big as yours, but I didn’t mind…seeing as though he fucked my ass. I was riding your dick and he was right behind me, both of you fucking me like I had never been fucked before…god, I wish we could make it a reality.”
Flashes spark behind my eyelids like bolts of electricity fueled by the jealousy she’s conjuring through her lies. “He felt so good in my tight ass. I told him to fuck me harder and—”
Her words die on her tongue as I drag my cock down towards that tight entrance she never let my cock near. The juices leaking from her pussy drip down, lubricating the tight muscle so I can slowly push the tip inside. Those pretty eyelashes flutter shut.
“Oh my God!”
I squeeze her throat tight. “Don’t you dare give God credit for making you feel this good. No-one makes you feel this good but me. You better remember that.”
Fuck, I wanted her ass so bad .
It’s the only part of her I hadn’t lay claim to yet and just the thought of another man fucking what’s mine was enough to drive me insane.
Flipping her over, I drag her ass back until it's flush against my waist. My cock hangs heavy against her ass and I know the torture of not knowing what I’m about to do is getting to her.
“Enzo?” She says nervously as I drag the tip up to her ass and back down to her slick pussy.
“Having second thoughts? You should have thought about that before dreaming of another guy fucking what belongs to me.”
“I was just kidding, Enzo. You know that.”
“So, it was me fucking your ass?”
“Why would I ever need to dream up another guy when I have an Italian God ready to fuck me at a moment’s notice.” Italian God? I could get used to being called that. “And don’t even think about telling anyone I called you that.”
Leaning over, I peck her cheek and gather her thick hair in my hand to fist tight. “Wouldn’t dream of it, mi amore.” I sink my cock into her pussy and bury myself in deep. A gasp wrenches itself from her throat as I fuck her with each thrust ending in the punishing sound of my hips slapping against her ass .
My thumb runs over her tight asshole, watching the muscle give way as I push in. She cries out, her hands reaching back to slap mine away but I pin them behind her back and fuck her faster. “Don’t worry, there'll be time for that soon. Right now, I’m just giving you a taste.” I push my thumb in further, groaning as her walls begin to clamp down on my cock.
“I feel so full.” She mumbles into the pillow.
“Imagine how my cock will feel inside of that sweet ass because trust me, after today it’s happening.”
She’d always been so against it, but that little taunt was pulled from her darkest fantasies. The ones she’s ashamed to mention even after two years of marriage.
“Enzo, don’t stop.”
“Never baby.” My hips smack flush against her ass as I bottom inside of her so deep, a raw moan wrenches itself from her chest and she collapses forward.
My thumb pulls out of that tight muscle and I use my other hand to rub her clit, spilling inside of her as she jerks with each chord of the orgasm I pluck from her soul.
“Brava ragazza.” Good girl. I praise, scattering kisses down the small of her back as I slowly pull my cock out of her.
Instead of moving, she reaches back and pulls her cheeks wide for me. My cock springs to life again from the sinful sight of my cum leaking from her tight pussy onto the comforter. I reach out to spread it down to her clit and then back up to her ass, teasing the taut muscle.
She shivers. “Enzo, not today.” I brush a kiss against her back and settle down on the bed, pulling her sated body into my chest.
“I know mi amore.” And thankfully, we have all the time in the world.
***
ANASTASIA
He’s staring at me again.
I try to focus on the hellish presentation Mr Forrester is talking through but all I can feel is the heat of his gaze on my back. My eyes dart to the left, attempting to catch a look at him so he read the look in my eyes.
Stop fucking staring.
“So, what do you think?” I shift my gaze back to Forrester. My lips part as I take in all the eyes on me. Forrester itches his mustache with a stupid grin plastered to his face like he’s expecting me to hand out a gold star. “About my suggestion?”
Think Anastasia .
My mind casts back to the proposal he left on my desk a few weeks ago. “I’ll have my associate Dominic look over the presentation to make the final decision.”
“But I—”
“I trust his judgment and besides, he’s the new head of the marketing division. What he says, goes.” It took a lot of convincing from Enzo to persuade me to give Dom that title but weirdly his work ethic has impressed me. Don’t get me wrong he’s still an annoying dick but moving in with Jas has made him tolerable.
After I dismiss the meeting, I turn away from the door, even as I feel the heat of his body right behind me. For an hour I had to ignore his stare, taunting and teasing, as I forced myself to remember I was in a room filled with people watching my every move.
“You look beautiful, mi amore.” Enzo murmurs, brushing his lips against my ear. “Glowing even.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to spend your entire day staring at me. I could barely remember what the meeting with Forrester was about.”
He snorts. “I could tell. You got his proposal mixed up with Dennison’s.
I can feel my eyes practically bug out of my skull. “What the fuck? Why didn’t you stop me? ”
“Please, no-one gives a shit about this share your ideas crap. They’re just thinking about how in two hours they’ll be able to go home and jerk off to whatever depraved porn they love watching.” Jesus.
“What was Forrester talking about then?”
“He wants to use iPads to connect all the different departments to a central hive system to increase efficiency of communication.”
Fuck. That actually sounds pretty good. I make a mental note to get Adrian to set up another meeting. “How do you know that?”
“I saw him at a strip club the other night. He wouldn’t shut up about it, even with a topless woman shoving her tits in his face.”
I shove him away from me. “Asshole.”
He laughs. “You know I’m joking, mi amore” Yes I did, but it doesn’t mean it didn’t piss me off. “I saw him at the gym and he followed me through my entire workout, talking my ear off about it. If it didn’t piss you off, I would have put a bullet between his eyes.”
“We can’t kill our employees, Enzo.” I groan. “God what’s wrong with me? I can’t believe I messed it up. ”
“Shh,” He draws me into his chest, holding me tight. “It’s fine. It’s probably just a symptom.” I pull away and frown, trying to figure out what the hell he’s talking about.
“Enzo what—”
“Not here.” He pulls me into the hallway, checking no-one’s looking before dragging me into a supply closet.
“Anastasia, I know.” His face sports this huge grin that I can’t help but smile at.
“Know what?”
“I know.” He repeats, clutching my hands tight as something deep resonates in his gaze. “I found the test in the bin this morning.”
Test? What test…oh shit. “Enzo no.” Suddenly everything makes sense. I look up again to see his smile and my heart both swells and shatters.
“I’m not pregnant.” The words rip off his smile like a band aid and I would give anything to see it again.
“But I saw the test. It was positive.”
God, I hate myself for not shoving the stupid thing to the bottom of the bin. My drunk self doesn’t like to think ahead and all I could think about this morning was the violent hangover that made my head pound .
“I know, but it wasn’t mine.” Thick emotion rises in my throat, but I quickly swallow it back down. “Last night, me and Caitlin went to the drugstore on our way home from the bar. She’s been feeling sick and had suspicions but didn’t want to do it with Uncle Knox because they had been fighting recently. It was her test. She’s pregnant.” He’s silent for a moment.
“Are you okay?”
I look up, trying to say yes but the words are stuck in my throat. He squeezes my hand, digging his skin into the sharp edges of my wedding ring and I realize he hasn’t let my hand drop this entire time. “I’m okay. Are you? You’re the one who was excited about it. Surely you must be…disappointed.”
“I’m not disappointed.” Yeah right. He rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’m a little disheartened but I’m fine. All I need is you.” I lift up in my heels to kiss him. “Besides, can you imagine our kid? They’d be a force.”
I smile. “Unstoppable.”
“Perfect.”
I shake my head. “Have you met us? We’re dysfunctional at best.”
Enzo laughs, the sound warming my heart. “True, but our baby would still be perfect. No matter how much our sins may darken their souls. ”
I used to fear bringing a child into this bloody world. To corrupt their innocence before they're even born just because they carry my blood in their veins. And yet being loved by Enzo proved to me that it’s still possible to find my happily ever after.
Even if our souls are painted a little bloody.
“I want us to try for a baby. For real. Let’s use the apps, the doctors, certain positions, shots if I need them. I don’t want to fail at this. I mean I never really cared about having kids before but seeing how happy Caitlin was yesterday…her smile and how all of her marital problems were suddenly forgotten because of this tiny fetus…I want that with you. That happiness, the fulfillment, that sort of love. I want it all with you.”
Thick emotion pools in his eyes as he drops his head down to mine. “I want that too mi amore, but I need you to know that all I need in this life is you.”
I kiss him hard. A tiny show of all the love and passion that still burns bright inside of me for this man. Just like it always has.
He reaches for the door handle, but I pull him back. “What are you doing?”
He frowns. “Taking you to lunch.”
Smiling, I lean back against the shelves and slowly part my legs for him. His gaze turns hooded, fixed on my body as I drag him towards me. “Oh no. We have a baby to make and if there’s one thing I hate more than crumbs left on the kitchen counter, it’s failure. We’re not leaving this room until you knock me up.”
His jacket hits the ground with a thud and excitement spirals through my stomach as he unbuttons his shirt. “I guess I better get to work then.”
The end.