Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
ENZO
By the time I get home my mind is racing with information and questions I’m sure I could figure out the answer to if I could just clear my mind and think.
But there’s no clarity to be had when I’m filled with this much frustration, not to mention anger at my own stupidity.
Have I let Carmine manipulate me all these years?
If him and Vinny were cooking something up with the Russians, then why the hell wasn’t I told about any of it?
When I walk into my penthouse, I’m like an inferno, ready to explode on the next unfortunate soul who happens to cross my path. I stalk down the hallway, and she comes walking out of her room at the same time, almost bumping into me.
Her eyes land on mine, dark and needy, and every sane thought in my head goes quiet.
I know that look. I’ve seen it on her a thousand times before, back when she was mine and neither of us had the sense to be careful with each other.
For one second, I wait for her to look away.
To remember she hates me and save us both. She doesn’t.
Something in me snaps. I move on instinct, pinning her flat to the wall, one hand wrapping around her throat as the other claims her ass and drags her against me.
She gasps, but she doesn’t push me away.
When I squeeze, possessive and rough, she lets out a soft, helpless little moan that obliterates my self-control.
Our mouths clash together, and I kiss her, nipping at her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth.
Fuck me, she tastes amazing. Like strawberries and bad decisions.
She kisses me back with equal ferocity, less like affection and more like a collision of two people who want to hurt each other and can’t figure out whether this counts.
To prevent another knee to my dick, I wedge mine between her thighs, pinning her in place.
She grinds against me, and now my cock is about to bust through the zipper of my pants.
She’s wearing those tiny little pajamas again. I slide my hand inside her shorts, find her wearing no panties, and almost come in my boxers. She spreads her legs a little wider, like she’s inviting me to explore. So I do, gliding my fingers between her thighs.
She’s soaked.
I’m fucked.
“Fuck, Rayne,” I groan into her mouth. “Why are you so worked up?”
I circle her swollen clit and she grinds onto my fingers, chasing more. “Stop talking.”
Deepening our kiss, I do as she asks, silencing her too while I work my fingers over her pussy, toying with her clit, slipping through her wet center. Fuck, she feels like silk. I dip a finger into her pussy and her back bows off the wall, a needy moan rolling in her throat.
“Oh, you like that,” I tease her, recalling how much I used to make her beg for my hands on her.
“Stop talking and fuck me, Enzo,” she demands.
“Is that what you want?” I growl, desperate to have my cock inside her. I don’t even give her a chance to reply before I’m tugging her shorts aside with one hand and freeing my aching dick with the other.
I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I notch the crown of my dick at her entrance.
Her eyes find mine, and when she doesn’t tell me to stop, I sink balls deep inside her in one smooth thrust. Fuck, but it feels good and every cell in my body floods with bone-deep relief.
She feels better than anyone else ever has.
Her tight pussy clamps around my shaft, like she doesn’t want to let me go.
I press my mouth to her ear, drinking in her intoxicating scent. She always smells like summer to me—of strawberries and fresh air. “You’re fucking soaked,” I growl. “Admit it, you’ve missed my cock.”
“You wish,” she snaps.
I rub the pad of my thumb over her clit while I drive in and out of her, half-crazy with the need to fuck her into oblivion, until she remembers nothing but me and how good I can make her feel.
“Do you remember how hard I used to make you come for me, baby?”
“It was mediocre at best,” she lies, her nails raking over the skin of my neck as she rocks her hips, trying to take more of me.
I nip the skin beneath her ear, and it makes her shudder. “We’ll see about that. I’m going to make you come all over my cock here in my hallway, and you’re going to fucking scream my name all over this penthouse when you do.”
Her pussy clenches around me and she bites down on her lip to stifle the groan that so obviously wants to pour free from her. My entire body is alive with electric energy, euphoria snaking through my veins and growing more insistent each time I pull out and then sink back inside her.
She whines.
I pull out and slam in even harder. The wet sound of her cunt taking all of me is loud and glorious. “You might hate me, Rayne, but your pussy loves my cock. Can you hear how fucking soaked she is for me?”
“Asshole,” she says through gritted teeth.
I pin her to the wall with every thrust, toy with her swollen clit, until I feel her on the edge of oblivion, her entire body trembling with the need for release.
She presses her lips together, like she’s refusing to give me the satisfaction of hearing her come undone. But she will say my fucking name.
I run my teeth over her jawline, slow my pace, pulling out and sinking back in torturously slowly. She’s trembling—made up of desire and desperation. I’m so close too, my cock leaking inside her and aching to come.
“Say my name, Rayne,” I order.
She shakes her head, mouth clamped shut.
I sink in deeper this time, crown sweeping over the sweet spot deep in her pussy.
“Say. My. Name.” I drive into her after each word, watching the way her gorgeous tits bounce. Dipping my head, I suck a hard nipple into my mouth through her top and bite gently.
She gasps. It’s not enough though. “Do you want to come, baby?” I tease her.
“Stop being an asshole,” she snarls.
“All you have to do is say my name and I’ll give you what you need.”
Her eyes are burning into mine, and she shakes her head again.
“That’s a real shame, because I’m about to fill your tight pussy with my cum.
And you know I won’t hesitate to walk away and leave you a wet, shaking mess.
” I kiss her forehead. “This is your last chance.” I apply firmer pressure to her clit while I stay seated deep inside her. “Say my name and I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck you!” she groans. Then a second later, “Enzo!”
I give her what she needs, driving hard into her and watching with satisfaction as her eyes roll back and she pants for breath. She comes so hard I can feel it dripping onto her thighs.
I bury my face in her neck, drinking in the heady scent of her cum as I rail into her. She’s still shaking from her own orgasm when I fuck mine into her, feeling like my body’s truly alive for the first time in years.
My forehead rests against hers as we both come down from the endorphin rush, panting for breath. “Are you on birth control?”
“It’s a bit late now, asshole. But yes,” she snaps.
That fact should fill me with nothing but relief, so why doesn’t it?
Because why the hell is she on birth control?
Who is she fucking? I keep a hand resting on the base of her throat, can’t tear myself away from her still.
Then I make the mistake of looking into her eyes, and I remember all the promises we once made to each other.
All of the plans we made about filling a house with kids.
Maybe that’s disappointment clouding my anger because if I were to knock her up, she’d be tied to me forever. Then maybe I could keep her.
She shoves her balled fists against my chest, causing me to stagger back. “This changes nothing, Enzo.”
I get a hold of myself and remember this woman is not the angel I once dreamed of having a family with. No, she’s the fucking devil. “You think I want anything to change, Rayne? You seriously think you could be anything more to me than a convenient fuck?”
Hurt flashes in her eyes, but she hides it quickly. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
She straightens her clothes, and with a final, murderous glare, she stalks off down the hallway, ass swaying seductively and my cum dripping down her thighs. Already, I want her again. Want to follow her to her bedroom and take what’s mine.
Of course I don’t, because I haven’t totally lost my mind. Not yet anyway.