Chapter 24
JADE
I never knew a man to be gentle, not unless he was interested in that kind of thing when he purchased me for an hour, sometimes two, depending on how big his wallet and stamina was. But Enzo, he’s the most gentle and loving.
A few weeks have drifted by since he’s killed those men, and since then, he’s treated me with even more care.
It’s like he’s trying to make up for all the wrongs in my life.
Like he can erase them somehow. And though he can’t, though no one can give me back those years, it’s a relief to know I’m finally safe, that I finally have someone who wants to protect me.
But our time together in these past weeks haven’t all been enjoyable. Enzo and his brothers still can’t find Robby, though they have done nothing but try.
The hollow ache in my chest grows bigger with every passing day, fearing I’ll never get my boy back alive, that they’ll tell me they found his remains instead. I wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares, Enzo’s arms lulling me back to sleep.
He’s kept me in the loop about everything, wanting me to know that he won’t keep secrets between us.
When I found out Chiara was taken only two days after Enzo killed Graham and Jay, I couldn’t believe her own father could be so cruel to his own child.
But, then again, knowing what I know about him and his family, I’m not surprised either.
They got her back though, safe from his grasp.
And knowing Faro is dead, gives me a sense of peace.
Not only was Chiara taken, but shortly after, her cousin, Raquel, was too. Of course, her father, Salvatore, was involved. He’s dead like his brother, along with Carlito, that sadistic man she was supposed to marry.
I heard about Raquel when Carlito talked about her at the club. I didn’t know she was Chiara’s cousin until Enzo told me.
She’s with Dante now, but none of us will ever be truly free until the Bianchi men are all gone. I can’t wait until that day comes.
I’ve briefly met both of Enzo’s brothers, along with Raquel once in the past week, and I was finally able to see for myself that Chiara was safe.
With everything going on with her family, she’s really worried about her other cousin, Aida.
Neither Raquel nor Chiara grew up close with her, thanks to her father, Agnelo.
But they love her and want her to be safe.
They don’t even have a cell number to check on her.
As far as they know, Aida doesn’t own a phone.
When they’ve tried to call the house, no one answered.
But no one usually does, Chiara told me.
She’s concerned Aida’s father did something to her. If I know anything about Agnelo, I know what he’s capable of. If I were his daughter, I’d run the hell away the first chance I got.
Chiara is itching to head to the house and find Aida herself, but Dom doesn’t want her in danger, and who knows what she could be walking into. I can’t say I blame him.
I stand under the spray of the warm water, hands in my hair, washing away the shampoo, unable to wait until I’m done so I can curl up next to Enzo for the night.
The bathroom door squeaks, cool air whisking past my body, my skin pricking. I see him then, his thick, brawny thighs strutting toward me, visible even through the steam masking my full view of him through the glass door.
He moves to where I am, closer now, his hand on the door as he slides it open. I squint a playful gaze as he walks in beside me, a smirk on his face as he twists the knob to the double shower next to mine, and the water comes alive.
“Didn’t you already take one like an hour ago?” I ask, as I pick up a sponge and lather it up with some bodywash.
“Did I?” The corner of his sinful mouth curves into a sly grin as he stands under the water, eyes shut, his ripped abs flexing as he works his hands through his hair. The veins in the corded muscles of his biceps swell as though trying to rip right through his skin.
My body turns molten as my gaze falls to his cock, thick and so damn hard. My hands itch to touch him, to feel him inside me. He hasn’t been shy about showing how badly he wants me.
And he wants me all the time. Fast or slow, he knows my body well, bringing out every ounce of pleasure I’ve lacked.
His head straightens, his heavily hooded gaze trapping me in its tantalizing allure, those sea-green eyes caressing a path down my body, from my lips to the apex of my thighs.
He grabs a bar of soap, rolling it down his chest without looking away, lower, to the pack of solid muscles on his stomach, to the thickening of his cock, stiffening the more I stare.
My nipples turn taut as he places the soap back, his hand falling to his hard-on as he strokes himself.
A steady ache builds in my core, my pussy clenching, needing him to take away that pain.
My hands fall over my breasts, squeezing them together as he groans, stroking himself harder, the hallows beneath his cheekbones deepening.
He’s unable to glance away. The way he devours me gives me the courage to try something I haven’t done since before my world was turned upside down.
I roll my palm through the slickness of my body, past my stomach, until I find that place I’ve been used, abused, but I get to claim it now.
It’s mine. This moment, this feeling—it’s mine.
But it’s his too. I want it to be. It’s my choice, and no one gets to make those for me any longer.
I back up against the wall, slipping a finger inside.
“Yeah, baby,” he groans. “Let me see those fingers stretch that pussy.”
I sigh his name, adding a second finger, his dirty talk like gasoline over my body, lighting me up.
“That’s a good girl. Finger your pretty cunt before I fuck it. Let me hear you come.”
“Yes,” I cry, thrusting faster, my muscles spasming, my core drenched, needing him badly. My exhales turn to hurried gasps as I watch him watching me, and nothing has felt so erotic.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.” He fists himself tightly, the water dripping down his heavy, rigid cock, his form rippling as every muscle tenses.
My thighs tremble, clamping around my hand as my orgasm builds, unable to take my eyes off his hand as it leisurely rolls down his length, then up again.
“Can’t wait to taste you on my tongue, feel you come around my fat cock.” He groans as I move deeper, faster, my body quivering as I almost reach the end. “You want that, don’t you, baby girl? You like that pussy spread open with my tongue while you sit on my face.”
“Oh God, yes, please,” I cry, unable to hold on much longer.
“Come for me, baby. And then you’re mine.”
My lips part, my moans sounding more like pleading cries, and when I brush my thumb over my clit this time, my release spirals, practically knocking me down to the ground.
He’s on me before I can recover, pushing me harder up against the wall, his mouth capturing mine, his tongue fighting its way inside, teeth nipping my lower lip. He’s demonic in the way he wields his power over my body, like he knows it better than I do. Maybe he does.
His fingers slip between my legs, and I fight against his touch, still sensitive from the orgasm I just had. Before I know it, I’m rising higher again, his fingers spreading me, sinking inside.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, his lips kissing past my neck, coasting down to my breast, gripping a nipple between his teeth before continuing downward.
He sinks to the floor, peering up at me as he lifts one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder.
“It's time a man worshipped you for a change.” That’s the last thing he says before his mouth covers my pussy.
I scream out his name, my hand weaving into his voluptuous hair as I pull hard, the tip of his tongue dancing over my clit, the tempo fast yet slow.
He brings me to the edge, but never lets me fall.
I cling to the orgasm he denies, wanting it so badly, I’m ready to beg for his cock.
“I know exactly what this pussy needs.” The vibrations from his warm and seductive voice against my most intimate place has me wordlessly panting, clasping my hand tighter around his hair.
His tongue shoves inside me, two fingers sweeping up and down both sides of my clit. I gasp from the intense sensation, my core quivering as the back of my head falls against the tiles, water sluicing down our bodies.
I’m almost there, falling faster. When he slides his long, thick tongue in deeper, those fingers swirling harshly over my clit, my orgasm bursts to life.
“Yes, Enzo! Oh fuck, yes!”
His approving growl drives every ounce of pleasure from me before he climbs back up, kissing me with a fury to match my own.
Our hands are everywhere at once, practically clawing at each other before he lifts me up by my thighs, my back hitting the wall behind me as he positions his cock at my entrance. Now that I’m on the pill he was able to get for me, we don’t have to worry about condoms.
He holds me steady with the power of his grip as the head of his length enters me slowly, but he doesn’t move at first, stilling inside me as he gazes deep into my eyes.
“I love you, Joelle. Too fucking much.”
And my heart, it winces at the name he uses, the name they all used for me, those men who hurt me.
I should’ve told him by now, I owe him that, but I was holding back for some reason. I’m done now. I want him to know all of me. I love him enough to give him something else. My real name.
“Call me Jade,” I tremble out, so nervous he’ll hate me for not telling him sooner.
“Jade?” His brows bend with confusion as he brings a hand up, keeping me steady with his other one, his arm gripping me under my ass.
He clasps his large palm around the side of my neck, his cock tipping further into my entrance.
“Yes.” I nod, swallowing the emotions overflowing through me, tears aching with every beat of my heart. Fear and love, they battle for space, for air. What will he think of her? Will he want her?
Then I tell him. I give her to him. The girl. The woman.
“I’m Jade Macintyre.”
With hooded eyes, his lips lift softly. “Jade,” he whispers as he kisses the corner of my mouth.
“I love you, Jade.”
He thrusts all the way inside, and with the tears rolling down my cheeks, he gives me something no man has ever given me—he gives me acceptance.