Chapter 25
JADE
As I inspect myself before the full-length mirror the following day, readying for the barbeque at Dom and Chiara’s, I keep worrying about the questions that may come up. How could I answer them? No one knows who Robby’s sperm donor is, not even Enzo.
I can’t even stomach the word father because that’s not who he is.
He’s nothing to us. I don’t know why I’m so hesitant to tell them all the truth.
Maybe because it’s Chiara and Raquel’s family?
What if they side with him? What if they think bad of me?
I shake those thoughts away. Chiara would never do that.
“You ready, babe?” Enzo strolls out of the bathroom, hair slicked back, short-sleeved baby-blue T-shirt wrapping around his solid chest, his ass tight in a pair of denim. He said he wanted to match my eyes. Yeah, he’s corny as hell, and all mine.
“I think so.” I turn from one side to another, wondering if high-heeled sandals and a black pencil dress is proper barbeque attire at a mansion. But I don’t care. I never had a life before, and I’m liking getting dressed up.
“What’s there to think about?” His arms curl around me from behind, resting over my stomach, his chin propped on top of my head. “You look so damn good, I’m about to keep you all to myself.”
“Really?” I narrow my eyes at him through the mirror, his lips curving flirtatiously, as do mine. “And what would you do with me?”
“You really wanna know what I’d do to this gorgeous body right now?”
I nod, arching a brow in challenge.
His lips gradually slip down to my neck. “I’d bend you over this mirror and make you watch as you take my cock.”
Oh God.
The dirty words send a jolt right to my core, my inner thighs tightening as heat pools between them.
“Is that a promise?” My voice turns whispery, filling with want, my hand slipping in between us, finding him hard.
I tighten a fist around the stiff head of his cock, my eyes connected to his as his chest rises with heavy beats.
He fists my hair, yanking me back hard as a deep-chested growl splinters out of him. “Yeah, it’s a fucking promise. And I’m about to show you how well I keep them.”
With the same hand, he pushes my head down, my body bent over, my palms splayed against the cold glass.
My panting is frantic as his fingertips crawl down my back and over my ass, taking their time reaching the hem of my dress. When he does; when his touch rolls up inside both of my thighs, I moan, my hands slipping.
“Don’t move.” He swats my ass hard, his gaze glued to mine through the mirror, and my core clenches, my teeth sinking to the corner of my lower lip with a cry.
Watching him do this to me, it’s sending my body into a frenzy, a complete needy mess.
I fight to keep myself upright as he slowly lifts my dress, drifting it up past my ass.
Two fingers wander in between my cheeks as he pushes one into the puckered flesh, my breathing rapid as I anticipate what he’ll do next.
“Good girl. Stay still while I play with that greedy, little pussy.”
“Shit,” I hiss, my core soaking my panties.
His hands find me damp, aching lust spreading over my entire body. His fingers curl over the thin strap of my thong, pulling it down, exposing me. Those palms massage the back of my thighs as he brings my panties all the way lowered, until they’re around my ankles.
I step out of them, just as his palm moves up the back of my right thigh, so slowly, so seductively, my release builds, the wetness drenching.
“Touch me,” I beg, my voice a mess of emotions. “Please.” It’s the first time he has since I told him my name. He never questioned it. Never asked more. He just accepted that it was me.
“Mmm, where? Tell me where you want it, baby.”
“I need you inside me. Please, Enzo, fuck me.”
“I love hearing you say my name when you’re so eager to have this hole filled with my cock.” The next sensation that envelops me is him, two fingers driving deep, the pain and pleasure morphing into something new, something so damn good, I scream as he works me like he’s trying to climb inside.
“Harder. Yes! Don’t stop,” I plead, his other hand reaching for my throat, gripping me in a chokehold as he jerks my head back, my body bending to his expert touch.
“Mmm. You’re dripping,” he groans with a husky beat, the sound pulsating around the curve of my ear. He drags his fingers out of me, while I pant from the loss. “But I need you dripping down my cock.”
I try to right myself but his palm lands heavy against the small of my back, bending me over even more. “Did I tell you to move, baby? Keep that pussy spread open for me. I like looking at it, especially when my cock is stretching it out.”
“Hurry!” I squirm, needing him to make me come.
His hand whips out, landing hard over my ass. “You making demands now? Because if so, I’m gonna make you wait it out until we get home.” There’s a teasing edge trapped in those words and the thought of having to wait has my core clenching on instinct.
“I’ll die.” I sigh with maddening desperation, pivoting my head toward him, finding a cocky smirk settling over his lips, his hands on the zipper of his jeans, the sound as he drags it down causing my pussy to throb.
The crown of his thick length nudges at my entrance. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m gonna make sure that doesn’t happen.” With one single thrust, he’s buried inside me, the sensation of his jeans rubbing against my skin, feeling so full of him, it all causes my body to shudder.
His fingers spread into my hair, twisting as they roughly pull, his heavy grunts spurring me on, the need climbing.
He reaches around to play with my clit, brushing over it with merciless strokes. I can see myself in the mirror, see him staring at me, his nostrils flaring, my cries of pleasure rising as he pounds into me so roughly, I scream. His face contorts with desire the more he pins me with a gaze.
“Enzo! Yes!” I’m almost there, falling into the intensity we create together.
“Jade,” he growls. The rough call of my name has my toes curling, body firing off like fireworks with the tumultuous waves of my orgasm.
“Fuuuck!” His hot release shoots inside me, his groan rough, making me cry out louder for every bit of him.
His hips ram powerfully until he spills every drop. Once he’s through, his exhales are as ragged as mine.
He wraps my hair around his wrist and yanks me upright, drawing his lips to my ear. “I’m never getting sick of fucking you.”
“Please,” I sass. “Like you have much of a choice.”
“Brat.” He chuckles, spanking my ass before he’s stuffing himself back inside, zippering up.
“You can punish me later.” I wink, putting my panties back on, then straightening out my dress before running to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
When I come out, a delicious, crooked grin greets me. “Don’t look at me like that.” I narrow a playful stare, grabbing his hand. “Let’s get out of here before we’re late.”
“I like being late,” he drawls in a deep, sexy way as we exit.
“I bet you do.”
We arrived at Dom’s a little while ago, enjoying steak, burgers, and veggies their caterer had been busy grilling up.
As we ate, Chiara had shared the news of her pregnancy. I was filled with complete happiness for them, yet a bit of melancholy made its way in too. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t there, but I did my best not to show it.
After dinner, the ladies and I went over toward the pool, each taking up space on one of the loungers beside each other. As we spoke, as I broke down and told them how happy I was that my son looks nothing like his father, Raquel asked who that was.
At first, I was going to lie, but then I realized they really are on my side. I had no reason to keep it a secret anymore. So, I gave them a piece of my history from the time I was taken, from the moment I became the property of the Bianchis.
They all appear visibly shaken at the news I had just shared, especially Chiara. Her face is stricken with grief as she glances at me, having just returned from throwing up. When she heard who Robby’s father was, she didn’t take the news well, and neither did Enzo.
“I’m sorry,” Chiara says, her eyes briefly closing before she continues. “I’m sorry for all of it. If he were here, I’d kill him.”
I know she means Agnelo.
I get up, going to her, gently taking her hand. “I don’t blame you or Raquel. You’re not responsible for their actions. Don’t be so hard on yourselves.”
“Yeah.” Chiara nods, sliding her hand out of mine, pacing as though she blames herself no matter what I say.
“Sir?” An armed guard grabs Dom’s attention. “One of the cameras on the other side of the fence malfunctioned,” he explains in a low tone. “The men are looking at it.”
Dom hurriedly gets to his feet. “I’ll go check it out,” he says, starting to rush away with the man.
I’m too busy focusing on him to notice anything else until it’s too late. Until a bullet rips through the air, the one coming from the man who’s been cooking our food, listening to our conversations, severing the only peace we’ve had in a while.
But it’s not the bullet itself that starts the war, but it’s who it’s aimed for.
It hits Chiara on the side of her stomach, her body falling as though in slow motion. Dom screams her name, running to her while I’m there, unable to move, as though frozen in time.
My eyes, they won’t peel away from Chiara’s body floating in the water.
I hear my name as though from a distance, someone grabbing my arms, practically dragging me backward until I land onto the ground.
Hands clasp my cheeks. “Jade, baby. Stay here. Are you listening?”
“Okay,” I whisper softly, seeing Enzo clearly now, his gaze doused with animalistic rage and intense worry.
“Don’t cry. Shit, baby. I’m sorry. I’m gonna take care of it. Just don’t fucking move from this spot.”
I nod, tears trickling down my cheeks. I finally feel them now.
“I love you.” His lips fall to mine in a quick embrace before he leaves me there, not knowing if Chiara is alive.