Chapter 19 Livia
His diversion from my mind fades, however, as I make my way back to the suite. The dark thoughts and what-ifs take hold again and spin in my mind.
Valentina's diary has laid out some serious Oedipus Rex type shit that rattled me, only unlike Sophocles, her words are true.
I mean, I guess I don't know for sure, but I strongly believe in a woman's intuition—it's never misguided me. So if Valentina had her suspicions about her own son killing his father, there has to be some truth to it. Even if he didn’t physically do it, maybe he ordered it.
The mafia orders murders, right?
Shit, I shouldn’t have pried, shouldn’t have let my curiosity get the better of me, but now that I know, I can’t unknow it. And what the hell am I supposed to do about that?
I walk past the suite doors, hardly acknowledging the guards.
"Fuck," I say into the empty room. "What have I gotten myself into?"
There are two things rattling me, one more than the other.
First, there’s the thought of Rocco killing his own father, but the second is what I think has me so confused.
E for Enzo. Did he really kill his father?
The man I’ve been sharing a bed with, the man I’ve started to feel something for. Is he capable of patricide?
I let out a laugh. "No, no, he can't be. He's too big on family and loyalty and all that. There has to be another reason. Hell, maybe E is for someone else."
Yes, someone else.
I’m going to give Enzo the benefit of the doubt here, and until he gives me a reason to think he’s capable of something like this, I’m going to go by his actions. That’s all I can do.
Now, I need to get back into the headspace I was in earlier, and to do that, I need to clear my head of all this—I’ll take a shower that’ll help. I walk to the bathroom and start stripping off my clothes.
I turn on the shower, letting the steam build before stepping under the hot spray. The water cascades over my body, soothing some of the tension from my muscles. I close my eyes, tilting my face up into the stream.
Grabbing the soap, I work up a lather between my hands. The scent of lavender fills my nostrils as I run my soapy palms over my breasts. My nipples harden under my touch, and I can't help but imagine larger, rougher hands caressing me.
Enzo's hands.
I see the intensity in his dark eyes as he looks at me. I picture his muscled body, covered in those intriguing tattoos, pressed up against me.
I feel on fire, and an insistent throb builds between my thighs. It’s an urgent, consuming ache that demands attention. I slide my hand down my stomach, teasing the edge of the desire that burns within me. My fingers dance lightly over my skin, hesitating just above where I need relief the most.
Suddenly, I feel a rush of cool air as the shower door slides open. I turn back and gasp, eyes flying open to see Enzo standing there, naked.
At first I think my mind in playing tricks on me, but then I realize he's actually here, as if hearing my thoughts.
My gaze travels down his chiseled chest, his defined abs, to his huge, impressive cock. I feel a rush of desire, my core clenching at the sight of him.
The steam swirls around us, making everything feel dreamlike. Water rains down over my naked body as I stand frozen. Enzo's dark eyes lock onto mine, his expression intense and primal. My heart pounds in my chest as he steps into the shower, the water cascading down his muscular frame.
The space suddenly feels impossibly small. I can smell his masculine scent mingling with the lavender soap. My nipples tingle, aching for his touch.
And while I’m acutely aware of my nakedness, my vulnerability, I feel no urge to cover myself. Instead, I feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
"Livia," he growls, stepping closer.
"Enzo, what are you doing?" I manage to say, my voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. My fingers tighten around my skull pendant, my habitual gesture when I’m nervous.
Enzo reaches out, his fingers floating gently along my collarbone. That simple touch ignites a fire on my skin, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Every nerve ending in my body feels awakened.
"Tell me to leave," he says, his eyes boring into mine. "Tell me you don’t want this."
I know I should. I know there are probably a thousand reasons why this is a bad idea. But in this moment, standing before him, I can’t remember a single one.
Instead, I reach up, threading my fingers through his wet hair, and I pull him down to me, and that’s all he needs.
Enzo's lips crash down on mine, hungry and demanding. His tongue tangles with mine, and I taste him—whiskey and something uniquely Enzo, almost primal. A low moan escapes me as his hands grip my waist, pulling me against him.
I feel my breasts press against his hard chest, my nipples rubbing deliciously over his body. I run my hands up his arms, feeling the muscles beneath.
Desire pulses through me, hot and unwavering. Enzo's cock is hard against my lower stomach, making me ache to have it inside me. I want him—all of him.
I moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Every inch of me is lit up, craving his rough hands on my skin. I arch against him, desperate for more friction, more sensation.
I slide my hand down and wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock. I slowly stroke him, and he lets out a ragged growl. He feels so hard in my hands, and there’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than him inside me.
I break the kiss, gasping for air. Enzo's eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at me. Without warning, he spins me around, pressing me against the cool tile wall.
"Is this what you want, cara mia?" Enzo growls in my ear, his breath hot on my neck.
"Yes," I say, arching my back to press my ass against him. "God, yes."
His hand slides down my side, over my hip, and between my thighs. I spread my legs wider, inviting his touch. When his fingers brush against my clit, I cry out, my hips bucking involuntarily.
"So wet for me already," he murmurs, his voice filled with desire.
I can only whimper in response as he begins to stroke me.
Enzo's other hand comes up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. I’m trembling, so close to the edge already.
"Tell me, is this what you want? You want me to fuck you, right here, right now?"
I nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes."
I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and spread my legs even further. In one swift motion, he enters me, filling me completely. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my lips clenching around his shaft.
He pulls my hair back, and the pain feels exhilarating.
"You're mine, Livia," he growls, his voice filled with possession. "Every inch of you."
He starts to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I brace myself against the wall, pushing back to meet him. The sound of our moans and gasps fill the bathroom.
Enzo's hand releases my hair, and he wraps it around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me there, asserting his dominance as he thrusts deeper into me.
"Say you belong to me."
"I’m…fuck…I’m yours," I gasp out, the words feeling both true and terrifying.
His thrusts become harder, faster.
My eyes roll back, and I feel like I’m floating.
I’m close, so close.
"Fuck, Livia," Enzo groans, his forehead resting against my shoulder as he stretches me with his massive cock. "You feel amazing."
I tighten around him, making sure he feels every inch as he slides in and out of me.
"Come for me," Enzo commands, as his fingers start circling my swollen clit, drawing out my orgasm. Every nerve ending feels electrified, every muscle trembling. I can barely catch my breath as the waves of pleasure crash over me, and then—I shatter.
"Enzo…fuck…fuck yes…fuuuckkkk."
I brace myself against the cool tile as I shake. My legs tremble, and I’m grateful for Enzo's strong arm around my waist, holding me steady. My inner walls pulse around his thick shaft, milking him as I ride out my orgasm.
Enzo's thrusts become more erratic, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back onto him with each powerful stroke. I can feel the tension in his body building.
"Fuck, Livia," he growls, his voice strained with need. "You're so fucking tight."
I push back against him, meeting his thrusts.
"Fill me, baby," I breathe, clenching around him. "I want to feel your cum inside me."
His rhythm quickens, and I feel his cock throbbing. I close my eyes as a second orgasm takes me and Enzo over the edge. I feel him slam into me one final time, burying himself as deep as he can inside me.
I feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes, flooding me with his hot seed. The warmth spreads through me, and I moan at the sensation.
I hear Enzo panting for air as he catches his breath. His arm tightens around me, holding me close. We stand there, connected, as the water continues to rain down on us.
"You're incredible, cara mia," he murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction.
After a few moments, Enzo slowly pulls out, and I feel a trickle of his cum run down my inner thigh. He turns me around gently, cupping my face in his hands. His dark eyes search mine, intensely.
"Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough," he asks, his thumb brushing over my cheek.
I shake my head, still feeling dazed from the intensity of what just happened. "Yeah, I’m okay."
Enzo leans in and kisses me softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of our earlier encounter. It’s tender, and it’s not my body that aches this time—it’s my heart, and I’m not prepared for that.
As we break apart, reality starts to seep back in. I’ve just fucked Enzo Bonventi, the man I’m supposed to marry. The man who might be capable of terrible things.
But as I look into his eyes, I see something there that makes me question everything I thought I knew about him.
"We should probably actually shower now," I say, trying to lighten the moment.
Enzo laughs. "I suppose you’re right."
As we finish showering, I replay what just occurred and realize it was the most intense experience I’ve ever had.
We get out, and Enzo wraps a towel around me, his touch still lingering on my skin. I feel a lot of questions rushing in my mind, but I tell myself that I’m not ready to face those questions just yet. For now, I’ll let myself enjoy this moment before the real world tries to complicate things.