Chapter 40 Everything You’ve Ever Wanted
Everything You’ve Ever Wanted.
You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel comfortable enough to be myself. —Enzo
Enzo
Things are quiet after taking down Lucas. Too quiet.
Marcus has gone silent. None of my sleuthing has tracked him. Izzy’s on edge, worried about retribution. I don’t know how to help her.
From the little she’s shared, Marcus was the worst of her assailants. She won’t rest until he’s dead. And I intend to do everything in my power to give her that.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head, Cuore mio?”
She blinks, like she’s only just realized I’m here. “I…” She shakes her head, scrunching up her nose. “I’m thinking about how I’m a widow.”
My lips purse. “Is that… bad?”
A puff of air escapes her. “No. Just… weird. Definitely not the marriage I dreamed of as a kid.”
“What did you dream of?” I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.
She rests her head against my chest. “I don’t know. I only ever really wished for one thing.”
“What?”
She hesitates. “That you would be the groom.”
If I died right now, I’d go with a goofy fucking smile on my face. Permanent.
“You wanted to marry me, Iz?”
She steps away, hiding her face. I pull her back in, cupping her cheek, then raise an eyebrow.
Her cheeks are bright red. “Yes,” she mumbles. “I wanted to marry you.”
“Do you still?”
I hold my breath, waiting.
Her face scrunches again, nose wrinkling, lips parting but no words coming out. I lean in, letting my lips brush against hers. My voice is barely a whisper.
“Marry me.”
She sucks in a breath.
Time pauses.
Then—
Her mouth crashes to mine, tongue tangling with mine, her body molding to me like she’s trying to fuse us into something singular.
My hands grip her ass, lifting her off the floor as she grinds against me. The groan that rips from my throat is pure, feral need.
I don’t have the patience.
I tear her dress at the seams, ripping it clean off. She doesn’t complain—she whines, desperate for me. Her bare body taunts me, smooth tanned skin begging to be kissed, fucked, ruined.
Spinning her, I press her front to the bed. I run a hand over her ass, caressing the curve. Then—without warning—I strike.
She cries out, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I can’t wait another fucking second.
"You want this, Iz?"
She wiggles her hips. "Please, God, yes."
My pants come down just far enough to free my cock before I shove inside her perfect cunt.
Fuck.
Goddamn.
“I never want to fucking leave,” I pant, thrusting hard, hips slapping against her thighs.
“Ahhh,” she mumbles into the sheets, pressing back against me, her ass bouncing with every stroke.
I gather her hair into my fist, yanking her head back.
“You didn’t answer me, Cuore mio,” I growl, fucking her harder.
Her cries are beautiful—desperate and broken and fucking mine.
“I… I…”
I pull out. She sobs.
My hand massages the globe of her ass. Then I strike.
“You what, Iz?”
She doesn’t answer—just pants; moans.
I strike again, watching the way her ass reddens with my handprint.
“You wanna come?”
“Uh huh," she mumbles, face squashed into the sheets.
I hit her again. Twice more. Then I grip her hair in my fist as I push back inside her. “Answer me.”
“Yes!”
I pull back until only the tip of me is left inside her. “Yes what, baby?”
“I’ll marry you." Her back arches, pushing her ass against me. "Fuck. I’ll marry you.”
I give her all of me. “That’s my good girl. My perfect girl. So greedy for my cock, she’ll say anything just to come.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and I release her hair to grab her hips, pounding her into the mattress until we’re both crying out—my release spilling deep inside her.
Collapsing next to her, my breath ragged, I throw an arm over my eyes. She climbs over me, pressing kisses to my collarbone.
“Are you serious?” she whispers after a beat.
“Deadly.”
“It’s not too soon?” Her voice drips with trepidation.
“I’ve been waiting twenty-five years for you, Cuore mio. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
She lifts her head, smiling at me so wide, her eyes lit up. So pretty. “I love you.”