Chapter 48
Forty-Eight
Blair
I curled into Enzo’s uninjured side in his bed as we watched the scandal unravel across the TV, our backs propped up against the headboard. Every headline that rolled across the screen was more shocking than the last.
My father’s disappearance had been easy to bury, but the vice president couldn’t simply vanish without the world demanding answers.
Even though I hadn’t been in the meeting, I knew Enzo, his father, Brooks, and Benny had sat down with President Byron to decide what version of the truth the public would get.
They gave the media just enough to keep them satisfied. And enough fuel to keep the headlines burning for months.
The reporter on the screen spoke in that practiced urgent tone as she delivered the story.
According to the official version, the vice president had secretly convinced the president to pardon a cult leader who’d been blackmailing him.
The cult leader supposedly had proof that the vice president had been involved in the original plot to assassinate the president years ago. And again recently.
She went on to say that after the vice president picked the cult leader up from prison, the two got into an altercation. The cult leader shot the vice president, then turned the gun on himself.
A murder-suicide.
I was fine with that explanation.
The man who had wanted me dead was gone.
Enzo had killed him for me, and I felt no guilt over it.
My father was a horrible man who deserved it.
The reporter continued, explaining that the cult leader’s wife—who also happened to be the vice president’s mistress—had been part of the plan. My mother’s mug shot appeared on the screen. She’d taken a deal to repeat the same story in exchange for less prison time.
She’d begged Enzo and the president to let her speak with me, most likely hoping I’d ask them to spare her.
I gave her the silent treatment she’d given me for years.
She also admitted that Reginald and the vice president had been the ones leaving me notes.
They’d found a way to intercept the texts from reaching Enzo. All at my father’s request.
Enzo and Brooks were now trying to find out whether any other Elders had been involved in the attempts on their fathers’ lives. I’d overheard Enzo say he regretted shooting them all and wished he’d tortured them first for answers, but he’d been too enraged to think past revenge.
Fortunately, the bullet that had hit Enzo tore through muscle and missed anything vital.
It passed clean through his side, so the doctor cleaned his wounds and stitched him up.
He tried to keep Enzo overnight for observation, but Enzo refused.
His mother had only laughed and said he was a typical Marchetti.
“Let’s watch something more positive.” I changed the channel, only to land on another reporter recycling the same story, and sighed.
Enzo stole the remote, turned off the TV, and tossed it aside. “How about we do something more positive?” A wicked grin tugged at his mouth.
I laughed and smacked his shoulder when his hand slipped up my bare leg. “You’re supposed to be resting. You’re injured, remember?”
Goose bumps rippled across my skin. Every time Enzo touched me, my body reacted instantly. His touch was my own personal heaven.
“Yes,” he said, voice threaded with amusement. “But you’re not.”
The higher his hand traveled, the warmer my body grew.
I caught his wrist before he reached my core.
He frowned, giving me a stubborn look.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said softly, sliding my fingers along his arm. “It’s only been two days since you were shot.”
That stubborn look didn’t fade.
“Right, and I know exactly what’ll make me feel better.” He shifted on the bed, the movement tugging at the stitches along his side. His jaw tightened for a split second before his familiar arrogance slipped back into place. “Get up here and ride me, my Fawn.”
Being his Fawn felt so different now.
Like a privilege.
A smile tilted my lips.
I guess I have to make him feel better.
I mean, the man had killed a handful of Sons to protect me.
He had been shot so I could run.
My body was panting for him like he was water and I’d been stuck in the desert for weeks.
Geesh, why do I want this man all the damn time?
I swung one leg over his hips, careful of the bandage along his ribs, and climbed onto his lap.
“Careful,” he grunted, settling his hands on my waist to anchor me in place, as if worried I might change my mind and slide off him. “The doctor said I should avoid all sudden movements.”
“I think what I’m about to do involves a lot of sudden movements.” I brushed my lips to his and rolled my hips. “You’re the one who started this, mister.”
Even sitting on him, I tried to keep most of my weight off his injured side.
“That may be true, and I’ll never be sorry for wanting to touch you and fuck you,” he admitted, tugging me closer to keep sliding my core against his hard cock through our clothes.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, and as he kissed me, his eyes lifted to meet mine.
A groan left him as I swiveled my hips. He held my face and kissed me hard, catching my bottom lip with his teeth and biting into it.
“Take this shirt off,” he muttered against my lips, tugging on the hem of his tee that I was wearing. “I want to see your tits.”
I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
He leaned forward with a brief wince, then cupped them in his hands. He squeezed them and pinched my nipples before drawing one in his mouth.
“Now, the panties,” he demanded in a rough voice.
I carefully shifted to drag my panties down my legs while he pushed his boxer briefs down. His massive cock sprang out. I rubbed my legs together, so ready to feel him inside me.
Enzo had definitely turned me into a sex fiend.
I was a big fan of his cock and what he did when it was inside me.
“Don’t slow down, Blair,” he said with a tortured groan as I eyed his cock. “I need to feel your pussy against my cock right damn now.” He groaned again, stroking himself once.
To further fuck with him, I took the head of his cock inside my mouth, sucking on the tip and parting the slit with my tongue. His body jerked forward, his legs straightening.
“That’ll do as well, baby.” He pumped his hips forward to feed me more of his cock.
I did one, two, three deep-throats before drawing his cock out of my mouth and straddling him again. Reaching down, he sank two fingers into my pussy before I slid myself all the way down.
I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning at the pleasure.
“So soaked for me,” he said around another groan. “Always so wet for me, baby. I can’t wait to spell my name with my tongue in this pussy, like I promised, as soon as I feel better.”
“As your Fawn, I think I’m supposed to be wet for you,” I said around a breathy moan.
His hand left the space between my legs, and I rocked against him, spreading my wetness along the length of his hard cock.
“Please bury my cock inside your pussy before I die,” he said, out of patience, and rotated his hips, as if trying to get his cock in that way.
His hands went to my waist again as he started to lift me.
“I’ll pop as many fucking stitches as I need to hold you down and fuck you hard if you don’t start riding me in the next five seconds, Blair. ”
Not wanting to push an injured man too far, I lifted myself before slowly settling back down onto his cock.
When he fully filled me, a soft groan escaped both of us.
I started riding him slow, taking my time, and our eyes met. Our blinking was limited, as if neither of us wanted to look away.
He smoothed his hand over my cheek, his thumb brushing my hair from my face. The tenderness of that gesture made me clench my thighs.
With every rock of my hips, he lifted his gaze to meet mine, each motion keeping a rhythm between us while I allowed myself to get lost in the pleasure of Enzo.
It didn’t take long before his thrusts beneath me grew faster, harder, more urgent. I lost a breath, two, then lost count as I fell forward, bracing my elbows against the bed as he pounded his hips into mine.
An explosion of pleasure rocked through me.
Thank God he had his own wing because not only were our moans and gasps loud, but so was his bed frame, bumping into the wall with each of our thrusts.
Our skin was sweaty and our breathing erratic as we grew closer. His hand squeezed between us, and he started playing with my clit while still fucking me.
Tension built tighter and tighter, knotting into my belly as my blood shot to my core.
The way this man could do all that while recovering from a gunshot wound made Enzo even hotter. The butterflies inside me fluttered harder. Enzo could probably lose both hands, and he’d still find a way to unravel me.
I raised myself before my hips crashed against his, and all the knots inside me snapped as I cried out when pleasure rushed through me.
Enzo kept pumping beneath me until his knees locked and he groaned my name. His cock got harder, and I smiled, knowing that he’d just filled me with his cum.
I loved the way this man made me feel so good inside and out.
He made me feel so comfortable in my body.
He made me feel loved for the first time in my entire life.
“My favorite color is purple,” I told Enzo while we got dressed in his dorm room.
“Knew that already,” he replied.
“My favorite foods are warm toast with cinnamon butter and cherry cheesecake.” I wrapped my arm around his neck and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
“And I have absolutely no idea what I want to do after I graduate from college,” I added. “I never really thought I’d have much of a future.”
Enzo lifted my hand from around his neck and kissed my palm before doing the same to the other.
“I’ll buy you anything purple I see. I’ll make sure you’re fed those favorites whenever you want them.
” His thumb brushed along my jawline. “And the only plan you need after graduation is that you’ll be with me.
” He studied me for a moment. “Now, what’s with the sudden random facts? ”
I looked away, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Tell me, my Fawn,” he said, his voice thick and rough.
It always sounded like that after sex, and I loved it.
When I looked back at him, I swallowed and spoke softly. “I just want you to know everything about me. Because I want you to keep me as your Fawn.”
His expression darkened, and he hooked a finger under my chin, lifting it until our eyes met.
“You think that’s something you need to convince me of?” His lips curved into a smile. “You’re mine, Blair. You’d have to run pretty far and fast to escape me. I’m never letting you go now.”
His words settled the anxiety inside me. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to hear him say those words.
My fingers slid into the front of his hoodie as I leaned closer.
“Good,” I whispered. “I wasn’t going to make it easy for you to get rid of me.”
He caught my hand in his hoodie and led me toward the couch, moving carefully, like he’d been standing a little too long.
“I’ve become the Son who fell in love with his Fawn and is going to marry her.” He grinned.
Not his usual irritated or smug grin.
But one that made him look genuinely happy.
That grin made me fall deeper for him.
But I was still too scared to say those words. Afraid they’d push him away, and he’d change his mind.
“I know I said I don’t like you in white,” Enzo continued, stretching his hand out before taking it in mine, intertwining our fingers while he scooted in closer. “But one day, you’re going to wear it when you walk down the aisle before we say our I do’s and you become my wife.”
A tiny laugh left me. “What if I don’t want to wear white?”
“Honestly, I don’t care if you wear black or fucking puppy pajamas. Just know that you’ll be my wife. You won’t just be my Fawn anymore. You’ll be a Marchetti.”
Those words felt like heaven.
“And what does your family think about that?”
“My mother asked what color invitations we want.”
I smiled, thinking of the woman I’d had a two-hour conversation with after she came to the hospital when Enzo was shot. I’d told her about my past, about my truths, about everything because, for once, I felt a maternal warmth from someone.
I had known at that moment that I wanted her to be my mother-in-law.
That no matter how dangerous the Marchettis were, I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to be in their son’s life and have a future with him.
“And the arranged marriage?” I asked because not only had I overheard that conversation, but I’d asked his mother about it, not knowing it was a secret.
I could tell she wasn’t very happy about it.
“She said that since her son was shot, he deserved to select his own wife,” Enzo told me. “Good job on blurting that out.”
I smiled. “I had to make sure I don’t have to fight for you.”
“Never, my Fawn. I’m yours and only yours.”
We sat there for another two hours, trading random facts. With each one, I fell deeper in love with him and never wanted to leave his side.
When it was over, Enzo looked me in the eye, and I loved the way his lips moved when he said, “Blair, even with every fact you gave me, light and dark, good and bad, you only proved something I never thought would wake inside me.” The next words left his mouth slowly, as if he wanted me to hear each one and never forget them.
“I’m in love with you, my Fawn. I want all of you forever. ”
Hope, love, and happiness spread through me.
Just like that emotion had climbed out of him, a feeling just as powerful surged through me. No one had ever protected me like he had. I’d never looked forward to waking up beside someone, telling them about my day, or hearing their voice.
A moment passed, and for the first time, I saw fear on Enzo’s face as he waited for me to speak.
No bullet scared him.
No knife. No weapon. No threats.
Only the thought that I might not love him back.
That I didn’t want him as much as he wanted me.
I pressed my lips to his and said, “I love you,” into his mouth, like I wanted the words to fall down his throat and rest on his heart.
So they’d linger inside, like a new organ he needed to live, because I would be with him until he took his last breath.