Chapter 5
ENZO
I grab Aria’s hand in mine and gently pull her along with me as we head out of the basement and into the backyard, before making my way to the guesthouse that’s just a few feet away.
There’s a sense of urgency in the air between us, in my veins—well, more like my dick—as I hasten my steps.
She doesn’t protest as she hurries along to keep up with my long strides.
Turning my head to look back at her, I see the deer in headlights expression on her face, like she can’t believe that this is happening. But there’s also an underlying current of excitement.
I would have left her alone if she really had been scared, but I can tell she wants what is about to happen between us just as much as I do. Even if she is a little nervous. I know at times, well, most of the time, I can come off as intimidating to people, but she seems to like it.
The faint sound of music comes from the house, and by now the party will be in full swing. Ma will be too busy entertaining her guests to come looking for me. Hopefully, she won't kill me when she sees me tomorrow, since I basically ditched her tonight.
I’m definitely going to be fucking little Miss Aria Bellucci soon, so maybe Ma will stay off my case if I just casually mention that I was hooking up with someone. If I let her think I hit it off with one of the women she introduced me to, maybe then she’d leave my ass alone.
I certainly wouldn’t be letting her know I was hooking up with Bernardo Bellucci’s only daughter, since the man still hates our family. Not that I’ve ever cared much about that shit. It has nothing to do with me, so I stay out of it.
As we continue walking down the lit path to the guesthouse, I can’t help but wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
It’s like I’ve been put under some kind of fucking spell from the moment I took off her mask and stared into those brown eyes of hers.
I’ve never wanted to possess or devour someone so much in my entire life as I do her.
Just the thought of sinking into her no doubt, delicious-as-fuck pussy has me struggling to walk with this fucking hard-on in my pants. I haven’t been this eager or excited to fuck a woman in a long time.
She’s quiet as she follows along behind me, her heavy breathing the only thing breaking the silence. I can’t help but wonder if it’s because she’s just as turned on as I am. I guess I’m going to find out soon enough.
We finally reach the guesthouse, and I open the door, motioning for her to step inside ahead of me. I point to the sofa for her to take a seat on, and she instantly follows my direction. That move alone makes my dick harder at the thought of her having a submissive side that likes to take orders.
If she does, then that’s something I’m definitely interested in exploring.
Just thinking about bossing the Principessa around, to get her to do whatever I order, is exhilarating.
I am dominant to a certain extent, but it’s not my whole personality.
Just thinking of being that way with her makes my dick ache something fierce, pushing against my zipper.
Trying to get my mind off her and calm down, because I don’t want to scare her away with my intensity, I put some space between us and head to the other side of the room to the liquor cabinet. I need to get myself under control.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, please.”
“What would you like?”
“Whatever you’re having,” she tells me with a slight blush to her cheeks, and I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“I’m having cognac,” I tell her. It’s not a drink women usually go for, so she's definitely got me curious. Which is another thing that’s bugging me.
I’ve never been this curious right off the bat about any woman.
With her, I want to know everything there is to know.
Her little quirks, what makes her tick, and every little minor detail about her.
Yeah, I’m thinking I’ve finally gone off the deep end here.
“Yes. I’ll have the same,” she replies.
“Suit yourself,” I say, before pouring two glasses of the cognac and then walking back over to where she’s sitting and fidgeting on the sofa.
She’s nervous but trying to act brave, and I instantly love that about her.
What the hell? I can’t be pussy whipped when I haven’t even had said pussy yet.
Something is definitely wrong with me. I might have to see a doctor.
Since when did I become this mushy, even if it’s only inside my damn head?
I hand her one of the glasses and then take a sip from mine. She lifts hers to her mouth, and I watch her throat work as she gulps the liquid down. She drinks it in one go, and a moment later, she’s sputtering and coughing, which has a chuckle escaping me.
“What the fuck is that shit?” she questions, still coughing.
“A drink that little girls like yourself shouldn’t be drinking,” I tell her with a smirk, as I down the rest of mine without even a flinch.
I put my glass down on the table in front of us and glance at her. She’s watching my every move with an intense, smoldering look in her eyes, and I’m pretty sure the same is reflected in my own.
I don’t know who moves first, but one minute we’re drinking each other in, unable to look away, and the next, we’re crashing into each other in a tangle of arms.
Our lips smash together in a passionate kiss as we both fight for dominance, trying to be the one in control. I smile into the kiss because she has a lot to learn. I’m the one in control here, and I’m always going to be.
I grab her by the waist and pull her down to the couch with me so that she’s straddling my lap as we continue to devour each other’s mouths. I move her hips so that she’s grinding on my hard cock, and it feels so fucking good through my pants.
“Hmm, you taste so sweet,” I murmur into her mouth. “Like a good girl wrapped with sin in one package.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says, still gently grinding on my cock as little sexy mewls escape from her lips.
When it gets to be too much, I grab onto her ass while we’re still trying to suck each other’s face off and stand, blindly moving toward the bedroom with her in my arms.
As soon as we make it into the room, I turn around and move so that her back is against the wall by the door. I suck on her tongue for another few seconds before pulling away and moving my mouth to her ear.
“Are you ready to get fucked like you’ve never been fucked before, Principessa?
” I whisper my question into her ear, and she whimpers as I nibble, which causes a moan to leave her.
She tries to move her hips so she can grind on my bulge some more, but I hold her in place, denying her the feeling she’s trying to chase.
She must know what I’m doing because a cute growl leaves her. “Answer me, Principessa.”
“Yes,” she finally rasps out. I trail kisses and little bites down her neck and she whimpers more. I stop when I get to her collarbone and pull her shirt off, leaving her upper body exposed and naked to me, except for the bandage she has wrapped around her chest.
“Mmm, I knew I felt something under there when I had you braced up against the wall,” I tell her, as I unwrap the material from her body, and it falls to the floor.
It reveals her perky breasts, and I’m instantly salivating.
I want them in my mouth. They’re round and just the right size, a handful if you will.
Fuck! Her breasts are exquisite, and I want to consume her like the Big Bad Wolf. The slight chill in the air has her pretty pink buds standing at attention.
“Shut up and continue doing what you were doing a moment ago,” she demands feistily.
Damn, such a testy little thing. I ignore her and continue to feast my eyes on her flesh. Her exposed skin is unblemished and smooth as silk.
Without thinking, I poke my tongue out and lick her on the exposed skin of her neck. She lets out a breathy exhale as I feel her body shudder in my arms.
Since I am a man who aims to please, I do just that. I bend my head down and take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth and suck on it hard. She cries out at the pleasure I’m giving her. Using one hand, I pinch her other nipple, and more sexy mewls escape her lips.
I begin to really suck her erect bud and imagine what it would taste like if there was milk coming out of it. Fuck! That thought alone makes a growl leave my lips. I bet her milk would be like an aphrodisiac and just another thing about her to make me go crazy over.
She hesitantly touches my head before gently trying to pull it closer to her chest, like she wants more of my mouth on her but doesn’t know how to ask for it.
I smile at that. I guess she’s loving my mouth on her nipples as much as I am.
I move onto the next nipple and bite down. She cries out as she arches her back.
“Wow! D-do that again!” she whimpers.
“You like your tits being sucked and played with, baby? You like it when I bite these pink little buds?” I question her in a sultry voice.
“Y-yes,” she moans out, pleading and begging. “Please don’t stop. I-I love having your mouth on me. I-I’ve never—”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you more,” I tell her, cutting her off.
I alternate between both nipples again, nibbling and sucking on them, and even leaving some love bites on her breasts.
When I’m done, I straighten up once again, and she pulls my head in for another kiss.
This one is just as hot and heavy as the first one, and in no time, we’re devouring each other again.
I don’t remember the last time I actually kissed a woman.
And I think with her, I’d love doing it all the time.
A moment later, I pull away for a second, panting.
“You’re legal right?” I ask just to make sure. Obviously, I knew of her existence, but I never really needed any information about her, like her age and all that.
“Yes. Just turned eighteen, today, actually,” she gasps out.