15
Enzo
V isiting hours took its sweet time to get here. I tried to hide my enthusiasm as the deputy came, grumbling as he shackled me and dragged me out of my cell in the hole.
“Enjoy,” Vitali called from his cell, smirking.
I glared at him. I didn’t want the guards to have even a hint that I enjoyed my visits with my little pen pal in case they wanted to cause trouble. Thankfully, since my phone privileges were suspended, they couldn’t keep me from legal visits. They were a constitutional right, and I hadn’t been convicted of my charges yet.
My footsteps thudded and echoed in the hall; the twists and turns would have been dizzying if I hadn’t practically memorized this prison. Since I’ve spent years here, I knew it like the back of my hand. Vitali had been here longer than I had, and Luca and Ludovic also had years under their belts.
We turned the corner, and I grinned inwardly. The guard swung open the door, unshackling me before he left me inside with my little lawyer.
The room stank with fear, and the smile fell from my face. Amara was staring at her phone, her eyes wide and terrified.
“Who?” I gritted, my strides wide as I closed the distance between us.
The screen said Private Caller , but judging from the number of missed calls, I could only think of one person who would call her that much. Only one man could make my little pen pal reek of that much fear.
Mark.
I balled my fists, clenching my teeth as my blood boiled. I grabbed Amara’s wrist, making her yelp as she dropped her phone, which clattered on the table.
113 missed calls.
That fucker went too far. If he wanted to hear her voice so badly, I'd give him something to listen to.
I pulled Amara to her feet as she whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked into mine, her lower lip trembling.
“No tears,” I cooed, lifting her chin. “Not for him. Never again.”
She nodded, searching my gaze, her eyes flitting over my face as if she reminded herself it was me before her, not her ex.
But she needed to remember that I was more dangerous than he was. Maybe then she’d never fear him again.
“Y-your defense—” she stammered.
“Fuck my defense,” I grunted. “We both know I’m guilty, baby. But so are you.”
“G-guilty? Of what?” she stuttered as I crowded her, forcing her to sit on the table to avoid a collision.
“Of being with that piece of shit for too long,” I growled. “But I don’t blame you, my little pen pal. I’ll make you forget he ever touched you.”
I slid my hand up her thigh, pleased to see she finally didn’t wear panties. I smirked, shimmying her skirt up, bunching it around her waist as I pressed my hips into hers, letting her feel the hard bulge swelling just for her.
“Enzo,” she gasped, her hands reaching for my pants as she fumbled with them.
My hand wrapped around her throat, and I turned her around, bending her over and pressing her face against the cool surface. She whimpered, spreading her legs and sticking up her ass, ready for me.
I chuckled as I spat on her hole. Her pussy clenched, already weeping for me, and I fell to my knees. She looked so good in those heels and that skirt and tight blouse, and now she was bare for me. Her heady scent invaded my nostrils, and my mouth watered. I spread her apart, gently circling her clit as she cried out, her legs stiffening in response.
I slipped my tongue inside her, groaning at her sweet taste as her flavor burst on my tongue. She rotated her hips against my face, moaning softly, biting into her fist as I alternated the pressure of my fingers, tracing patterns on her sensitive, throbbing clit.
“Keep it down,” I warned, glancing at the door. “You wouldn’t want the guards to hear, would you?”
She shook her head, trying to peer around to see what I was doing to her. But that was half the fun. The view was obscured by her round, perfect ass.
She yelped as I replaced my tongue with my fingers, spearing her, spreading them to stretch her out and prepare her for me. She was already gushing wet.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, rubbing her clit generously. “Are you close already?”
She nodded, rocking back on my fingers, desperate for it. Amara had completely forgotten about Mark, losing herself to the pleasure only I could offer her.
“I’m going to ruin you for any other man,” I whispered against her swollen flesh. “You won’t be able to even make yourself come without thinking of me.”
I bit her ass cheek, and she bit her fist, moaning as her pussy strangled my fingers, fluttering as she burst on them. I bit the backs of her thighs as she contorted before me, her clit pulsing against my insistent fingers.
I didn’t let her recover. I rose to my feet, tugging my uniform pants down, freeing my throbbing cock. I placed the tip at her entrance, slathering her juices all over me as I sucked my fingers dry of her. “Delicious,” I groaned as I took her phone, seeing the screen light up with Private Caller .
I answered the call, smirking when I heard his disgusting voice start spewing profanities. I placed the phone next to Amara’s contorted face as I slammed my cock inside her, and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut.
“She can’t come to the phone right now,” I taunted, reaching around her body to pluck at her clit as she writhed against me.
“Who the fuck are you?” Mark bellowed, and I laughed, leaning forward to spit on Amara’s puckered hole.
I sucked on my thumb before I circled her back hole, and she shuddered, pressing against my fingers, needing more. I pushed my finger inside her ass, and she let out a long, low groan.
“I’m the man who’s been fucking your wife,” I smirked, ramming my cock inside my girl as she tried and failed to stifle her moans. “This is what pleasure actually sounds like, dick.”
I thrust deeper, Amara’s voice growing hoarse, her cries haunted and deep. I pulled my finger out and slapped her ass, and she clenched on my cock.
“Stay the fuck away from my wife!” Mark screamed.
I chuckled, shoving another finger in her ass as her moans grew tortured. “No, I don’t think I will,” I groaned. “Fuck, was she this tight and wet for you? I can’t get enough.”
“Shut the fuck up, bastard,” he shouted.
Amara’s pussy fluttered, her eyes rolled back in her head, and I knew she was close.
“I’m hanging up now,” I smiled, taking the phone and bringing it to my mouth. “Because she’s about to come all over my cock, and only I get to hear the sounds she makes when she comes. You’ll never know that sound, asshole, and if you call her again, I’ll make sure you can never fuck anyone again, capiche? She’s mine now.”
I hung up just as Amara lost herself, her pussy contracting as her clit vibrated against my fingers, crying out my name as she milked me, pulling me into a frenzied, intense orgasm with her. I erupted inside her, bathing her insides with my come.
I looked down, laughing, when I realized her nails raked down my thighs, leaving red streaks. “That’s right, mark me up, baby. I want everyone to know who made you come that hard.”
She groaned, still twitching around me as I removed my hand from her clit, fisting her hair, forcing her to arch her back for me as I slid in deeper. “Take me to the hilt, baby,” I groaned. “Take all of me, and all my come.”
She panted, and we stayed tangled up in each other for a few more moments until the last throes of our orgasms faded, and I pulled out.
She tried to lift herself from the table, but her sweaty palms slipped, and she lay there, helpless.
I hooked my arms around hers and pulled her up, pulling her skirt down to cover that gorgeous ass. I pulled her panties from my uniform, the same ones I stole from her the first time I fucked her, and I pulled them up her legs.
“Keep my come where it belongs,” I growled in her ear, nipping at it.
She shuddered, leaning against me as her lips met mine, hungrily tasting herself as her tongue stroked mine.
“When?” she asked, and I knew what she was talking about.
“You got my letter?” I murmured. “Next court date.”
She nodded, pulling herself up on her wobbly legs. They shook uncontrollably, and my chest swelled with pride.
“That’s in two days,” she whispered.
“Soon,” I agreed, gripping her hair. “Now, you made a mess, my little lawyer. Clean it up.”
I pushed her down to her knees, and her eyes widened, shocked that my cock was still hard.
She looked into my eyes as she took the base of my cock, then my dick disappeared inside her mouth.
I bit my lip as she stroked and sucked me, her eyes tearing up, ruining her makeup as it smeared in black streaks down her face.
“Beautiful,” I whispered reverently.