Chapter 25
The hot water pouring over my body feels incredible this morning after the way Enzo man-handled me and the way he consumed ever single inch of me.
The marks on my hips, stomach, breasts, thighs and neck are an indication of how much he did.
My entire body is sore but a good, I mean a great kind of sore.
I trail my fingers over the ones on my stomach, down to my hip, and up to my breasts.
The images of last night filter through my mind.
I bite my bottom lip at the memory of my head hanging off the corner side of the bed as his thick, cock plugged deep down my throat making me gag.
I’m about to touch my throbbing clit when I hear the shower door open.
The steam escapes. My gaze lifts over my shoulder to see Enzo’s perfectly sculpted naked body stalk up behind me.
He does not even have to touch me to set my body on fire.
I already crave his touch. His tatted hand slides across my stomach, pulling me into him with my back against his front.
I can feel his hardening lengthen hit my ass.
My lady downstairs is begging to be licked, stroked, and pleasured.
His hot breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “You’re making it incredibly difficult for me to get ready in ten minutes for a meeting downtown with you in this shower.” His hand starts to travel down, stopping right above my aching pussy.
I lean my head back on his shoulder. The water is hitting my chest. “More like nine minutes and forty seconds if you keep talking and not fucking your wife.” He growls making his chest vibrate against my back, bites down on my shower and I cry from the pain, but a good kind of pain.
Before I can even blink or think, he spins me around, backing me up. My back hits the wall and his hand goes to my throat. “Do you think you can come in eight minutes and thirty seconds since you decided to test me?”
I lick my lips, and I watch his dark chocolate eyes grow three shades darker.
“I like to see you try.” The way I’m taunting him is making me wetter by the second.
“All talk but no bark.” He is very close to reaching his limit with the buttons that I’m pushing, and I know I should not be doing any of this, but there is something inside me that is wants to see how far I can push him.
He spanks me on my pussy, making my back arch and me moan.
That’s all he needed to slide one hand down my back to grab my ass and lift me to have my legs wrap around his middle.
My arms rest on his chest while his hand still grips my throat.
There is no time for me to wait or push him anymore when he thrusts into my soaking wet cunt.
I throw my head back with both of us moaning in unison.
It feels incredible. It feels different this morning.
It feels animalistic with the way he is fucking me.
I want more. I need more. I crave more of him.
My nails dig into his chest. I drag one over the newly cut where I carved my name on the skin near his heart.
It’s enough to draw blood. He squeezes my throat a little more, enough to leave a mark, enough to breathe a little harder, and feel like his property.
Each thrust, I can feel the pressure building in my lower stomach and I’m so close. He pulls out, leaving the tip of his dick inside me before slamming back in, making me moan louder.
He leans in, hovering over my lips as he says, “This is my pussy. This is my body. You’re mine, Isabella.
Every single beautiful inch of you is mine.
You’re more intoxicating than any drug or anything in this fucking world.
” My mouth lets out a gasp. “I can feel that you’re close, baby.
Your tight cunt is squeezing my dick like a damn vice grip.
” He moves his hand from my throat, sliding down to clit and presses his thumb. “Three minutes and counting, baby.”
Shit, I can’t hold off, and I need to come. I need him to come. He presses a little harder on my clit when he slams into me. My back arch off the shower wall. “Holy shit, Enzo! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” I scream.
“Two minutes and three seconds.” He roars with two more thrusts. He erupts inside me with some spilling out along with my come, mixing with the shower that is beating down on us.
Both of us are out of breath, him inside me.
My hands still have not moved from his chest. One of his hands is on my hip, and he moves the one from my clit.
His fingers are covered in my come and are mixed with his.
He brings it to hips lips. I watch his mouth open, tongue peeking out to wrap around them, and sucking them in his mouth.
His eyes never leave mine. “Breakfast is always the best meal of the day. And Isabella, having you will always be my favorite.”
I’m sitting on the bed after Enzo fucked me again in the shower two more times in my robe and my hair up in a claw clip.
I reach for the lotion I have in my nightstand to rub on my legs, feet, arms, and hands when Enzo steps out of the closet.
My head peers over my shoulder to see him slide his wedding band back on his finger before he finishes tucking in his shirt.
Just watching him slide that piece of metal on his finger does something to my heart.
It means that no matter what happens in our lives, no matter the fact that we were complete strangers months ago and no matter to what I felt before now, he is always going to be my safe place.
My home. My protector. My savior. My love.
He will always choose me over everything else life throws at us.
His gaze meets mine as if he knew I was thinking about him, and he strides over to me.
My legs open, letting him stand between them, his hand reaches out to grip my chin for me to look up him.
“Don’t look at me like that or I will never make it out of this damn bedroom with me tying you to the bed having you any way I fucking please. ”
I press down a moan that wants to escape my throat. “That sounds like a perfect day to me.”
He groans and asks with his voice deep and raspy, “What have you done with my little innocent wife of mine, hmm?”
My mouth opens and my tongue peeks out. “She’s still here.”
He bends down to kiss me softly and pulls back with me wanting more. “What are your plans today, amuri mui?”
His grip on my chin slips around to the nape of my neck.
“I have been wanting to go to my favorite coffee shop.” His head tilts with his brow raise.
“Before you ask, I will have Lorenzo with me.” His jaw tightens at hearing Lorenzo’s name, and it has been that way ever since the night of the club.
“You are the one who appointed him to be my guard as you call it. And I want to get out of the house for a little while and go to my favorite place.”
He rubs his fingers, massaging my neck. “I want to sit and watch all of the people who walk by or come in. I want to sit there and imagine what their life is like. Are they in love? Did they just get their heart broken? I want to smell the aroma of the coffee beans being ground up.”
He stares at me for a moment before he says, “Okay, but I’m having another one of my men go with you because I cannot risk or stand the thought of something happening to you, Isabella. Things are still not great nor safe.”
My hand wraps around his forearm, and my voice softens.
“I know, and that’s fine. I will be fine, baby.
You have nothing to worry about, and I will be okay with both them with me.
” I can see his face is trying to hide the anguish.
“I feel the same way every single time you leave me for work. The memory of watching you get shot runs through my mined each day and night.”
I move my head and kiss his arm. “I love you, Isabella.”
“I love you, too, Enzo.”
He kisses me once more before he grabs his things to leave. There is a heaviness inside me that I cannot put a finger on it. And a sudden wave of anxiousness rushes over me with the feeling like I want to run to the bathroom and throw up. I push it down.
Right before he steps out of our bedroom, I call out to ask him, “Enzo, what does amuri mui mean?”
He turns to look at me with a smirk pulling from his full lips. “My love.”