Epilogue
ENZO
The room is full today, like it is the second Thursday of every month.
Instead of Carmine’s haphazard, egomaniacal, playing favorites way of running things, we actually have a strategy now.
A strategy that ensures nobody steps on anyone else’s toes and everyone’s business interests are treated with equal respect and therefore flourish.
The heads of the six other families, along with their seconds, sit around the table.
Rafael and Luca at either side of me while Micah is absent.
He maintains his distance from this side of our business, and therefore his credibility with the governor and the gambling commission.
This is what I was raised my whole life for, isn’t it? What my father always wanted for me, and now here I am. The king of all I survey.
The door opens and she lingers in the doorway, immediately looking like she regrets it when she sees the meeting is still in progress. It ran over, and now I’m late for dinner.
“You can leave now,” I say abruptly.
She blinks at me for a few seconds, like she might think there is any world where I’m talking to her. Rafael and Luca know who I’m addressing, and they stand immediately. The other men quickly follow suit, but my eyes remain fixed on her. “Come here, cuore mio.”
She slips into the room right before the rest of them start filing out past her. I hold out my hand and she heads straight for me, her hips swaying like a pendulum. I’m hypnotized by this woman. Obsessed with her. In every single fucking way.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, just wanted to let you know dinner didn’t quite go to plan, and we may have to order in.”
My hands on her waist, I pull her to stand between my thighs and press a kiss on her stomach. “Ciao, mi hijo,” I whisper to her growing bump before I look up and give her my full attention. “And here I was thinking you were here to bring me my dinner.”
She winces. “I know, but I burned the sausage and now the whole thing tastes like charred meat and not the dish I was hoping for at all.”
I shake my head. “That’s not the dinner I was referring to, baby.”
She blinks, adorably confused. I lift her onto the table in front of me. Now, she gets it.
“Enzo Medici, you have a one-track mind.”
“One that always leads directly to you, Mrs. Medici.”
She sighs softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever not love hearing you call me that.”
“Good.” I kiss her neck. “Because I will never tire of calling you my wife.” Once we confirmed her pregnancy, our baby steps plan got tossed completely out of the window in favor of my let’s make up for the six years we lost strategy.
I proposed to her on the rooftop terrace, with a simple diamond ring, the color of her favorite roses.
And then Angelo married us just a few short weeks ago.
I have never been happier in my life, or prouder of this woman right here.
“Now be a good girl and lay down for me so I can eat.”
She obeys without hesitation, her plump lip caught between her teeth.
I love that my girl always wants me just as much as I want her.
Slipping my hand beneath her dress, I peel off her panties, hold them to my nose, and inhale the intoxicating scent of her before stuffing them into my pocket for later.
Spreading her thighs wide, I place her feet on the arms of my chair and take a moment to admire her pussy, already glistening with need. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, an animal-like groan rolling in my throat at the sight of her. “You’re already so wet for me, cuore mio.”
She arches her back, and that sweet pussy gets even closer to my face, desperate for me. “Enzo,” she whines.
I brush the pad of my thumb over her swollen clit, teasing her gently. “I know what you need, baby. I always know, don’t I?”
Her hips buck upward as she tries to increase the pressure of my thumb.
I roll my chair forward a few inches, dip my head between her spread thighs, and inhale her intoxicating scent.
“You know I love eating you on my boardroom table, baby. Every time I sit here and have to listen to all the business talk, I imagine you spread open for me like this. All wet and needy.” She slips her hand between her thighs, two of her fingertips joining my thumb.
“Oh, you want to take care of yourself while I watch?”
“I want you to stop teasing me,” she whimpers.
“So impatient for my mouth, Rayne.” I take her wrist and gently move her hand away. “No helping today though. This pussy is all mine.”
“Enzo!” The plea in her tone has my cock aching to take her right now. But my mouth is watering to taste her first. I drag my middle finger along her soaking center before circling her clit again, and she lets out a sexy sounding little moan. “And always so goddamn soaked for me.”
“Please, Enzo.”
The way she pleads like that unravels me, and I follow my finger with my tongue, letting her sweet creamy taste flood my mouth.
“Oh, god,” she whines, legs trembling as she rides my face, bucking her hips against my hungry mouth.
I gently nip the inside of her thigh. “What have I warned you about calling for him when I’m inside you, baby?”
“You’re not inside me,” she bites back, desperate and frustrated.
I sink two thick fingers into her tight pussy. “I am now.”
Her back arches, tits heaving with the force of her breathing.
And then I eat her while I finger fuck her, devouring her like she’s my first meal in weeks.
Her legs shake uncontrollably, her juices dripping down my fingers as I slide in and out of her.
My cock is weeping for her, feral to fuck her as soon as possible.
I rim the swollen bud of her clit with my tongue, once, twice on either side.
Her orgasm tears right through her, along with a hoarse cry of my name from her throat.
I don’t give her any time to recover, too desperate to drive inside and feel her tight cunt squeezing around my cock.
I stand and wrap her legs around my waist, notching the crown of my cock at her dripping entrance.
Her eyelids flutter open, dark eyes fixing on mine.
I brush a fingertip, wet with her arousal, over her cheek. “I love you so much, cuore mio.”
“I love you too.”
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you though, don’t you, baby?”
She smirks. Nods once.
I drive inside her, bottoming out in one smooth thrust that has those pretty eyes rolling back in her head.
But I want to feel every tremor in her body when she falls apart for me again.
So I pull her up, wrap her in my arms, and hold her tight to my chest. Her arms drape around my neck and she clings onto me.
Pulling out slowly, I let her feel every inch of me before I sink onside her again.
I press my forehead against hers. “You feel like fucking heaven, Rayne.”
“You do too, cuore mio.”
Holy fuck! I love when she calls me that.
She claws at my neck while I fuck her on the table, the wet, filthy sounds of her soaking cunt as I drive in and out of her making me even harder. Part of me wants to draw this pleasure out, but the other part of me wants to fuck her senseless.
Her head tips back on a moan and I take advantage of the unrestricted access to the sweet-scented skin of her neck, trailing my tongue over her delicate flesh.
“Oh, Enzo, I’m going to…” The words are cut off by a needy moan as she comes for me again, squeezing my cock with her hungry pussy until I empty myself inside her.
When she’s stopped shaking I carry her to the den and set her down on the sofa, then I order us some food from the restaurant at the hotel. “Can I have my panties back now, sir?” she asks, wicked little temptress.
I sit beside her, wrap one arm around her shoulder and pat my pocket where they’re safely tucked away. “You won’t be needing any panties for the rest of the night, baby. Have you taken your vitamins today?”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course I have.”
I kiss her forehead. “Good girl. And are you all set for tomorrow? Is there anything you need me to do?”
Her eyes shine with happiness, the way they always do when we talk about her show. “No. It’s all taken care of. Tonya and I chose the final layout today, and it all looks incredible. I can’t wait for you to see it tomorrow.”
I’ve been as involved in her show as she wanted me to be, offering my inexperienced opinions on what work she should include.
Although I find it difficult to choose because all of her work is stunning.
However, she’s refused to let me see the finished showcase until tomorrow, along with everyone else.
“I can’t wait to see it either, baby. I’m so proud of you. ”
She snuggles against me, one hand resting on her gently rounded stomach. I rest my hand over hers. My whole fucking world right here in the palm of my hand, in my arms. I was a fool to ever let her go, but I will never make that mistake again.