Chapter 27 #2
“Fuck me, please,” she begged, grinding her hips against me.
“Don’t you want to come this way, wife?” I murmured against her pussy, my cock throbbing against my sweats.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whimpered.
With a rough tug, I pulled the only barrier between us off, my eyes meeting hers as I positioned myself between her legs. Her gaze dropped to my erection, her lips parting in a mix of desire and anticipation. “Hard, Enzo, I want it hard,” she murmured, her hand reaching down to stroke my cock.
I caught her wrist, pressing it above her head before she could blink, my other hand gripping her thigh as I leaned in. “This pussy is mine,” I breathed against her ear. “Every inch of you is mine.”
She shivered at my words, her body yielding to mine as I pressed my cock against her tight entrance.
With a savage thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, her gasp echoing through the room.
She was so fucking tight, her pussy gripped me.
I moved with a relentless rhythm, my hips snapping forward as I fucked her just like she wanted.
I grasped her thighs, forcing them around my waist. Her heels dug into my back as she met my thrusts, her body aching and desperate for more.
“Harder. Please.” she panted, her voice breaking.
I tightened my hold on her as I pounded into her, my cock sinking deep into her sweet pussy. Her cries grew louder, her body tensing as she neared the edge, and I loved every second.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I moaned, letting pleasure surge through me like an electric current as I neared the edge. “I need to feel you fall apart. I fucking crave it.”
“Then take it,” she murmured, her breathing ragged. “Please, take it all.”
“Fuck. Come for me,”
Her body convulsed beneath me as her orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking as she screamed my name. “Lorenzo!” she cried, her nails leaving marks on my shoulders. I followed soon after, my thrusts slowing as I buried myself deep inside of her, my release hot and relentless.
“Fuck, Ana,” I groaned her name, pressing my forehead against hers as I emptied myself into her, my body jerking from the force of it.
She slowly unwrapped her legs from my waist, her body relaxing.
I pulled out of her as the mixture of our arousals trickled from her pussy.
Using the head of my cock, I gently nudged the mixture of our cum back into her wet, eager pussy.
“Good girl.” I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“You’re a dangerous woman, you know that? ” I smiled.
Her fingers traced the scar on my cheek. “And you’re a dangerous man,” she replied, her voice laced with affection. “Now, how about we have dinner and go to bed?”
“For round two?” I teased.
“For whatever you want.”
I switched off the car’s engine in front of our estate, turning my attention to Ana. “Name a weekend, and we’ll go. Whenever you want.”
“Thank you. Being there was different, you know? Like I didn’t need to think about any of the shit that has happened.” She sighed.
“I’ll never let anything happen to you ever again,” I promised as I took her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles. “Come on, let’s get inside. Maybe we can have a nice bath,” I offered.
“I thought you were more of a shower man?” She laughed, the smile fully reaching her eyes as if what I said was funny.
“Usually, but I want to see what all the fuss is about.” I winked. “Besides, you’ll be in there with me. I can’t imagine I’ll get bored.”
As we exited the car, our happiness soon vanished, the weight of reality crashing down around us.
Victor.
I clocked Red first, his body tense and ready for whatever happened next. Victor stood beside him. A man who once commanded a room, now just looked desperate. It didn’t suit him. His pleading eyes met my wife’s. He’d take anything she would give him.
“Anastacia,” he called, his voice hoarse as if he hadn’t used it in days. “Please, let me explain everything.”
I tightened my hand around hers, brushing my thumb against her knuckles in a silent gesture of support. No matter what she wanted to do regarding her father, I’d always support her decision.
She stepped forward, moving with grace and elegance as she commanded everyone’s attention.
“Explain what, Victor?” she asked, her tone cool, calm, and collected. “That you palmed me off for your own gain?” That wasn’t exactly a lie. “ Or that you let me disappear without putting up a fight?”
Victor’s face twisted with pain, but Anastacia didn’t flinch. She spent too long waiting for this moment, wondering why her own father hadn’t come for her while she was holed up in that abandoned house.
“Lorenzo!” he spat. “He told me to stay away.” His voice broke slightly. “He said I had to.”
“And so what if he did?” she asked, sarcasm lacing her voice. “But you’re Victor Fedorov. You could have fought against him. You could have come for me if you wanted to. But you didn’t even try. You didn’t even want to.”
Victor’s eyes dropped to the ground, and for a moment, I thought she’d stumble at the first hurdle, but she didn’t. It didn’t seem as though she was ready to forgive him. Not yet, anyway.
“Just go. You aren’t welcome here.” Her voice was firm as she squeezed my hand. “My husband told you to stay away, yet you disobeyed him and came here,” she breathed. “Now I’m the one telling you to go, and I hope you don’t disobey me the same way.”
“Me? I disobeyed?! You are my daughter. I have every right to be here,” he snapped.
“Shame you didn’t think that way when I was missing.” She turned to face me. “Lorenzo, let’s go inside.”
“I’m not done, Anastacia!” Victor spat, his anger rising. Red placed his hand firmly on his shoulder, but Victor shrugged it off aggressively. “Your husband took away my right to kill Chad.”
“It’s my right, not yours, so I think you’ll find he took nothing from you,” she seethed.
I slipped my hand around her waist, leading her towards the house. Victor reached out, grabbing her arm, causing her to stop in her tracks.
“Get your hands off my wife, Victor,” I growled as he only tightened his grip.
“Stay out of this, Ricci,” he sneered. “This is a family matter. It doesn’t concern you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Ana is my family,” My hand clenched into a fist at my side. “You’re nothing but someone who’s overstayed his welcome. My wife doesn’t want you here, and neither do I.”
“You used her, remember?” He snickered. “Is that what you do to someone you call family? Use them for your own gain?”
“It’s what you did,” Words tumbled out with a sharp edge, barely masking the fury that surged within me.
“I did what was needed.” He smirked, his cockiness returning with a vengeance. “Anastacia, do you have no pride? The man used you before, and he’ll do it again. Are you really that desperate for love? I didn’t raise you to be that easy.”
I’d heard enough. Without warning, I moved Anastacia out of harm's way before lunging forward, my fist connecting with Victor’s nose in a swift, brutal motion.
The sound ofcrunching bone beneath my fist only managed to subside a small percentage of my anger.
“You didn’t raise her at all, you motherfucker.
” I shouted, as Victor staggered back, clutching his face.
Ana’s hand flew to her mouth, but she didn’t move. She remained by my side.
“You broke my?—”
“Nobody, and I repeat nobody will ever speak about my wife that way again,” I snarled.
“You have no idea who she really is, or how incredible she is. And you don't deserve to know either. Now, get the fuck off my property.” I loomed over Victor. “Leave Ana alone like she told you to. If I ever see your face again, I’ll make sure mine is the last thing you’ll ever see. ”
I led Anastacia inside, not looking back to see what Red was doing with Victor. Closing the door behind us, she buried her face into my chest, shocking me as I was sure she’d have kicked off at the fact I kept him away.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I kept him away to protect you.”
“I know,” she said softly. “And you were right to keep him away.” She sighed. “All that matters right now is us.”
I tilted her chin up with my finger, my eyes searching hers. “Always,” I replied. “Just you and me.”