Chapter 24
I was in the kitchen making another cup of coffee when I hear loud voices coming from down the hall where Enzo’s office is.
My hand freezes when a familiar voice hits me, making the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention.
My father’s voice has always been the one that haunts my nightmares with his coldness, anger and his absences toward me and my other siblings.
As I stand there, I hear some commotion going on and my mind rushes to the thought of him hurting Enzo.
I abandon my coffee and make my way down to his office toward the back of the house.
When I round the corner, the sounds have grown. I hear my father utter, “You did all this to marry my fat, pathetic, lazy, worthless daughter?”
I wait for the sting of the tears to form and fall down my face, but they don’t come.
No, anger consumes me. I have spent my whole life hearing from both of my parents criticizing my body about how I will never be good enough as a wife, as a mother, or as a woman in today’s world.
His words don’t affect me anymore with calling me at because I have learned these past few months to start to love my body.
The way he has touch my body. The way he has kissed my body.
The way he has made me see that I am beautiful has made me feel stronger and powerful.
But something my father said takes a moment for me to understand. He asked my husband something regarding me marrying Enzo.
“If you thought coming into my home, questioning me about a fucking contract that was never going to be put into action, and then speak about my wife,” Enzo growls.
A contract? I know arrange marriages are a thing in our world, and yes there are some contracts, but Enzo has never made it seem that way. He has told me repeatedly that he went to my father because he wanted me.
I strain to listen as my heart feels like it’s about to fall out of my chest with how fast and hard it’s beating.
Shit, I missed the rest he said when I hear his deep voice boom with footsteps approaching. “Angelo, get this bastard out of my office and out of my home. I don’t need Isabella seeing her worthless father looking like that or him speaking to her.”
My feet are glued where I’m standing when I hear my father yell to my husband that this is not over, and finally, my feet get the message, and I dart into the doorway to avoid being seen by my father.
That is the last thing that I want to do today is have him berate me.
I peak around the door and, watch as Angelo follows my father out and his second, Leonardo.
He is sleazy just like my dad and thinks my dad walks on fucking water.
The sound of banging gets my attention and my head whips in the direction it was coming from.
Without even thinking, I make my way back to Enzo’s office and peer inside to see my husband leaning back in his chair, dragging his hand over his handsome face. I watch as he reaches around his back, pulls out his gun, opens a drawer with a beeping sound, and places it inside.
“Isabella, I know you’re there.” His voice is soft but hard when he says my name. I rub my lips together and enter his office slowly.
“Shut the door.”
I turn, place my hand on the knob, and push the door closed until I hear it click. Still rooted in place, I ask him with my voice steady. “Why was my father here, and what did he mean by ‘the contract’?”
His gaze flicks to mine with apprehension. “Isabella.”
I ignore the way my name rolls off his tongue and ask him again with my voice louder and stronger. “Enzo, what contract?” My feet carry me closer to his desk.
His nostrils flare takes in a deep breathe looking defeated, angry, and hot all in one.
“Our marriage contract, amuri mui,” he confesses, and his words hang in the air. “I wrote up a contract for me to marry you at the hands of merging businesses with your family.”
I inch closer to him, listening to every single word.
“It was never my intention to merge or do anything with your father because he and I don’t see eye to eye on many things.
One, being you and how he treats you. And two, I believe that family comes first before anything else in the world we live in.
” I stop at the edge of his desk, close enough where he could reach out and grab me.
“Your father is not a smart man and never cared to look over the contract to see I never truly signed it. The whole thing was invalid. I could not risk him knowing and letting you marry Ian.”
I swallow before I ask, “What did you promise him?” My body feels hot awaiting his response.
His hand reaches out, grabs my wrist, pulling me into him, standing between his thick, firm thighs. The desk is pressed against my ass.
I melt into him.
“I convinced him that Ian, and the Di Marcos are involved in selling women to the highest bidder.” He moves his hand from my wrists to my waist, pushing up my shirt a little to rub his calloused thumb on my skin.
My whole body comes alive at his touch.
My brain finally catches up because he is touching me, and it always distracts me.
Wait a second. Did he really say that he made up a story about Ian selling me and women to someone who will pay a lot of money?
This is purely insane. Why would Enzo make something so disgusting to my father to change his mind on who I’m set to marry?
I stop for a moment and think back to my first meeting with Ian and his family.
How his father ran his hungry eyes up and down my body that made my skin crawl.
Or how he commented about how my body looked in my dress.
It made me feel so uncomfortable. Ian was no different talking about when he gets to fuck me.
I’m happy that it’s not true that they are a part of that.
“You. I convinced your father that Ian’s plan was to sell you.
Sell you to the highest bidder, and that there was no real marriage to come of it.
It was all about the money with Ian Di Marco and his father.
Never about merging families to be stronger.
To be an ally. To be a unit. You were only seen as collateral and a dollar sign. ”
Suddenly, all the hush whispers around my house with meetings my father had with Eduardo Di Marco start to come to mind.
My father and him were always meeting, leading up to my birthday and engagement party.
I would not put it past my father to do something like this if it meant him getting more money and becoming even richer.
Money to him comes before anything else in his life.
“Was Ian really planning that, or did you lie?” My voice starts to tremble slightly before I catch myself.
Enzo removes one of his hands from my waist and, cups one side of my face, stroking his thumb across my cheek. “If I ever find out that it was true, there would be nowhere any of them could hide. Your father, Eduardo Di Marco, no one.”
“Why? At that time, you barely even know me.” My hands slide up his chest.
His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Baby, I knew from that moment you were meant to be mine. Meant to be my wife whether you knew it or not, I did. I would burn this city alive to find you, to protect you because you are my everything. You are the air that I breathe. You are the one who consumes my every single thought. My heart bleeds for you and for you only.” He pauses and pulls me further into him, my legs instantly move on their own to straddle him in the chair.
“I love you, Isabella with everything that I am. If I lost you, I would not be able to live without you.”
He loves me. Holy shit. The only love I have ever known was from my siblings and the love I have for them.
Never from my parents or really any other family.
But this man in front of me, who is the Don of his family, one of the deadliest ones in our world, says that he loves me.
All I have ever wanted was to marry someone who I love.
Never in a million years did I think the man who forced me to marry him would be the one who holds my heart in the palm of his hand.
I feel seen, heard, safe, desired, and now loved.
My face is wet from the tears that pour from my eyes when I whisper back, “I love you, too, Enzo. I love you so much that it hurts.”
His hand snakes behind the nape of my neck and pulls me closer to him.
Our lips crash together and the tears from my eyes coat both of my lips.
I open my mouth to him letting his tongue in mine, caressing mine as our kiss becomes deeper.
I moan into his mouth, making him growl into mine, and I roll my hips, his harden dick presses against my soaked pussy.
His hand holds me in place as I rock back and forth, feeling the friction against my clit, the pressure from his cock is sending shock waves through my body.
I can feel the pressure build in my lower stomach as I move faster.
I move my lips from his, and up to his ear as I moan out his name.
His hands move to my hips as he stops me making me groan as I was about to cum dry humping him.
“As much as I want you to come just like this, baby. But I want to feel you soak my face as you do.” He nips my bottom lip with his teeth.
Enzo picks me up by still holding my hips and, places me on his desk.
My legs spread automatically. He stands, sliding his hands from my waist, brushing against me, stopping at the hem of my magenta sundress I decided to wear today.
It comes to about my knees, flowy and has ridden up since sitting on his desk.
His thick fingers graze my skin, pushing the hem of my dress up until he has it bunched at my waist. His eyes dip to my red silk thong and Enzo licks his lips.
I watch as he bends down inhaling my scent. “Fucking soaked just the way I like it.” I jump at the feeling of his tongue licking the outside of my silk thong.
He pulls away, opens his drawer next to his desk, and I hear him pulling out something. “Do you remember at my club when I asked you if you trusted me?”
I nod as I am desperate for him to touch me.
“I need to hear you say it, Isabella.” His voice is deep and raspy.
I swallow and whisper, “Yes.”
He grins. “Good, little wife.”
Next, I feel the coolness of the blade tracing down the front of my pussy, my silk thong.
I let out a gasp when he moves it up, slicing my panties off me.
He removes them and places them in his pocket, lowering his head, he drags his nose.
I don’t even have time to react when his mouth connects with my clit.
The softness of his tongue flicks up and down, twirling and making me buck my hips in response.
I’m so close and I can already feel the pressure building in my lower abdomen.
I throw my head back in pleasure when I feel him drag the tip of the knife up my calve, my thigh, stopping near my pussy.
He keeps moving it up and down as he flattens his tongue.
My hand slips into his hair, pulling at the roots, holding in place.
“Yes, Enzo. Right there. Please!” I beg him.
He chuckles against my clit, the vibration, the swirl of his tongue and the coolness of the blade dragging up and down my skin.
“Shit. Shit,” I cry out. “Enzo, I’m going to come–––––” I don’t even finish as I feel the blade cut into my skin, my inner thigh by my sex.
My eyes shut close when I scream out his name as my body shakes uncontrollably from the intensity of the orgasm.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with the sound of Enzo’s tongue lapping me up.
“Look at me,” he barks at me.
My eyes snap open to meet his dark gaze.
His face is coated in my come. I watch him lower his head back between my legs, to my soaked pussy, he drags his tongue over where he cut into me, sucking up the blood trickling down my leg onto the desk.
He licks and moves to clean me up. I’m so sensitive that my hips buck when his mouth touches my clit.
“Enzo, please,” I beg him.
“Hmm,” he mumbles against my pussy.
“Please, I need to feel you inside me.” I try to push his head away from me. But he grips my thighs harder. Presses his face more into me.
He removes his mouth, and I instantly miss the warmth of him. I watch him stand before me.
My tongue runs across my bottom lip, watching him unbutton his black shirt, his eyes never leaving mine.
He slides the fabric off his body, and I bite my bottom lip, hard at the sight of my shirtless husband.
Every single one of his tattoos that cover his upper torso are on full display, and where I carved my name in the only piece of skin that is not covered.
His muscles contract with each movement.
I reach out to drag my fingers down his stomach, over each one of his ab muscles.
My fingers stop right at the buckle of his black dress pants.
His fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me. “Not so fast, aumri mui.”
He places my hand back on the desk as I watch him unbuckle himself. Enzo pulls it from the loops around his pants fast making a whooshing sound. “Give me your wrists.”
I remove them from the desk and do as he asks of me. He grabs them gently, wrapping the leather belt around them before he pushes me gently down on his desk. “Keep your arms above your head, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He drags his fingers over my bottom lip before he pops the button to his pants and pulls down his zipper.
Both of his thumbs hook into the side of his pants and briefs, yanks them down on one swoop and his delicious, perfectly curved dick springs free.
My mouth waters remembering how he tasted when I had him in my mouth at the club all those nights ago.
I watch his hand wrap around his dick, lining himself up to my entrance.
Our eyes never leave one another as he slams into me, making my back arch off the desk.
One hand is holding my tied wrists together above my head, and the other is holding my hip in place.
I met his thrusts. The desk shakes beneath us and, items fall off loudly on the floor around us.
The sounds of his balls slapping against my wet pussy, my moans and his grunts fill the room.
He leans down, licking up my neck and stopping at my ear as he whispers, “I love you, Isabella. There is no one else in this world for me but you. I want to live and feel this forever.”
“I love you, too Enzo.”
He thrusts inside me three more times, and we both come at the same time. I feel full. I feel elated. I feel safe. I feel loved. I never want any of this to end with Enzo.