Chapter 36
Chapter
Thirty-Six
ENZO
Iend my call with Micah and go to join Rayne in the kitchen.
She’s been a little quiet the past few days.
I know it can’t have been easy for her walking into that room, but she was a fucking rock star the way she handled herself.
When she talked about retribution? Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever loved her more.
She’s leaning over the counter, reading a cereal box.
I come up behind her, taking any excuse to grab hold of her. “You pour it into a bowl. Add milk. Then eat.”
I can practically hear her eyes rolling hard. “I wasn’t looking for instructions; I was reading the ingredients. These things are like seventy percent sugar.”
“You love sugar.” I slap her ass and make my way to the coffee machine.
“I like my sugar in delicious sugary treats. Not breakfast cereal, which is basically a health food,” she protests. Then she pours herself a generous bowl anyway and proceeds to chow down like she’s a starving woman.
And I sip my coffee and watch her, not wanting to think about how much I love her being here, how much I regret everything that happened, but unable to stop myself.
She drains her bowl and takes it to the sink. “Stop looking at me like that, Enzo.”
“Like what?”
She spins to face me then waves a hand around in the air. “With the whole guilt thing going on. I can practically feel it dripping from your pores. I know you’re sorry, okay? So just stop.”
How can I not look at her and think of anything but the pain I caused her?
How do I look at her beautiful, trusting face and not see how badly I betrayed her, broke her fucking heart and then abandoned her.
Or how I’ve spent the last six years of my life without her for nothing.
We should have been married with at least two kids by now.
How the fuck do I look at her and not see the future I denied us?
But I also understand none of that is helpful for her, and she has a right to occupy space in my life without my guilt feeling like it’s going to swallow us both whole.
So, I lie my ass off. “I’m looking at you like that because I can’t stop fucking looking at you, Rayne.
If I have any kind of look on my face, it’s because I’m uncomfortably hard around you all the damn time.
” Well, that’s not a total lie actually.
Her eyes narrow in suspicion.
I take a few steps toward her. “It’s true. I’m like an iron fucking bar here.”
She glances down, confirms my statement is true, and then drags her whiskey-colored eyes back to my face. “That must be painful.”
I shrug. “I’m used to it now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, because I’m always fucking hard whenever I’m near you. Sometimes when I’m not. All I have to do is think about you and, bam.” I point at my poor aching dick.
Her nose wrinkles. “Sounds like a problem. You should really get that checked out.”
I walk over to her. “I’d much prefer to check you out.”
She huffs, folding her arms across her chest.
“Why are you so on edge today, baby?” I grab onto her waist, pulling her body flush to mine.
“Stop calling me baby,” she says, pouting.
A dark laugh bubbles from my throat. I have always adored her sass and fire, even when it’s directed at me—or maybe especially when it’s directed at me. I dust my lips over the shell of her ear, and her scent makes my mouth water. “I know the perfect way to make you forget about all of it.”
“Ugh! You’re so predictable.”
I pull up her dress, slip my hand between her thighs, and tug her panties aside. “So are you.” I slide a finger inside her tight pussy. “Always wet and needy.”
She fists her hands in my shirt, looks like she’s about to tell me to go to hell, but I push deeper, hitting her G-spot.
Her back bows and a soft desperate little moan spills from her plump lips.
I drag my finger out of her and focus my attention on her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive flesh.
“Enzo!” Rafael’s voice echoes along the hallway.
Fuck! I rest my mouth against her ear and take my hand out of her panties before fixing her dress. “Sorry, baby.”
A second later, Raf bounds into the kitchen. “Hey,” he says, wide smile on his face.
“What is it?” I ask, only kind of pissed at his interruption.
Kind of, because Rayne is currently standing beside me, practically vibrating with need—for me.
She glares at Rafael, the murderous look on her face alone almost worth his interruption.
But what will most assuredly be worth his interruption is how desperate she is to come and how feral she’ll be for me to have my hands on her as soon as I get rid of my brother.
“Just wanted to stop by and update you on this afternoon. We have a meeting with Nero and Marco at noon.”
“And you couldn’t have done that over the phone? Or you know, called first?” Rayne asks, a distinct bite to her tone.
Raf grabs an apple from the fruit bowl and takes a bite. “I never call first.” He looks her dead in the eye. “Did I interrupt something?”
She folds her arms across her chest, still bubbling with all that sexual energy. My poor girl, she was so fucking close. “No.”
I catch her eye and wink. It doesn’t improve her mood, and I resist the urge to laugh, sensing it will earn me a knee in the groin. Or she’ll storm out of here to finish the job I just started herself, which I’m not going to let happen.
I turn my focus back to my brother. “Anything else? You actually did interrupt something.”
He arches an eyebrow and smirks. Then he tells me about his conversation with Nero, how twitchy he seemed and how he thinks this afternoon might play out, during which Rayne subtly shifts from one foot to the other.
She’s standing so close to me I can practically hear her pussy screaming for my attention, feel the need to come shuttling through her veins.
When Rafael is done talking, he simply stands in my kitchen staring at me.
“Thanks for the info. I’ll deal with it shortly.”
“Shortly?”
I nod. “I have something to take care of first.” Or someone, but I don’t need to tell him that. “I’ll meet you at your place as soon as I’m done and we can talk strategy.”
“I guess I should see myself out then?” He jerks his thumb toward the door.
“Yeah, you definitely should.”
As soon as Rafael is out of the room, I turn to Rayne, pinning her to the counter. Her breath catches in her throat and she stares up at me, her hazel eyes dark with desire. “Shall we pick up where we left off, baby?”
Trapping her juicy lower lip between her teeth, she nods. I’m quick to slide my hand into her panties again, finding her still soaking for me. “You really need to come, huh?”
She snakes her arms around my neck, fingernails digging into the taut muscles at the nape. “Yes.”
I trail my lips over her neck, humming softly against her skin as I start working her swollen clit with the pad of my pointer finger. “Still soaked, Rayne. You always did love a good finger-fucking, baby. Always get so wet for me when I’m playing with you like this.”
“Enzo,” she whines as I tease the sensitive bud of flesh.
With one arm around her waist, I pull her tighter to me, until her hard nipples are pressed against my chest through our clothes.
“Do you remember how often I used to do this?” I slide a thick finger inside her, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit.
“How many times we almost got caught somewhere we shouldn’t be because I just couldn’t keep my damn hands off you.
” I add a second finger, stretching her wider and making her moan.
This is when I really have her. When she’s desperate to come and made of nothing but need.
When she’d do anything for the promise of what I can give her.
I trail my teeth over her jawline, my mouth wandering to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
“I used to be able to make you come in a couple of minutes when I needed to. Remember that time in church when my mama almost caught us? But then sometimes…” I slide my fingers out of her, go back to teasing her clit.
Her entire body trembles. “I used to like to play with you for as long as you could stand it. Bring you to the edge over and over, until you were practically begging me to let you come.”
“St-stop being an asshole, Enzo.”
I ignore her plea. “Christ, you’re fucking dripping here, baby. You hear how wet you are for me?” The sound of my fingers sliding over her slick flesh is loud and incredibly satisfying.
She bites down on her lip, moaning as her nails dig into my neck.
“You want to come, Rayne?”
“Yes!”
I drive two fingers inside her again, and she throws her head back on a guttural groan.
“Soon, baby.” I work her over, alternating between lavishing her clit with attention and fucking her with my fingers, bringing her to the edge but not letting her fall over.
I would keep her here forever if I could.
My cock is aching to be inside her, precum making a mess of my boxers, but I’m enjoying this far too much to stop.
My greatest pleasure will always be in making her completely unravel.
“Enzo, please.” Tears squeeze from the corners of her eyes.
My mouth resting against her ear, I soothe her. “I know, baby. You really need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re creaming all over my hand so hard. All I can smell is your cum, Rayne. It’s always been my favorite scent in the whole goddamn world, and right now it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
She clings to my neck, riding my hand. “Then let me come and you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever I want?”
“Mhmmm.” Her lips are pressed together, brow furrowed and her body shaking.
How about I put a ring on your finger and knock you up so that we can catch up on the six years I wasted for us? Being a man very fond of his balls, I don’t say that aloud. “Baby, I might make you regret that later.”
She gasps, head thrown back. “Then I’ll deal with it later.”
I take advantage of the exposed skin of her neck, my tongue licking a path to the base of her throat.
Fuck. She tastes incredible. Feels incredible.
I sink my fingers deeper. Farther. Harder.
Grind my palm against her swollen clit. “You feel so good like this. I’m going to make up for all the time I missed enjoying this exquisite cunt. ”
“Enzo!” Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her orgasm climbing higher.
“Every fucking day for the rest of my life I’m going to make you moan my name like that.
” She cries out as I’m speaking the words, like I knew she would—safer to make declarations about forever when she’s too far gone to fully register what I’m saying.
The orgasm she’s been chasing for so long finally washes over her, and I feel it rippling through her body, her pussy spasming on my fingers and her juices running down my palm and onto my wrist. Her undoing is a beautiful sight, and one I’m privileged to witness.
I press a possessive kiss on her forehead, holding her upright while her entire body trembles with the strength of her climax. “If I ask you something will you give me the truth?”
She sucks in a raspy breath. “Depends what it is.”
“This isn’t my ego talking, or maybe it is a little but…” I take a breath too, because what if it’s not the same for her? I think it would break me if she tells me that, yet still I’m fool enough to ask her anyway.
She looks up at me, her dark lashes wet with moisture, fluttering against her flushed cheeks. “What are you asking me, Enzo?”
“Tell me it’s not like this with anyone else, Rayne. Because it’s not for me. It’s never been this intense with anyone but you.”
A shy smile plays on her pink lips. “Are you seriously asking me if you make me come harder than anyone else has?”
“Yes, but also no. It’s more than that. More than the orgasms and how hard you make me. It’s…” I press our foreheads together. “Is it like this with anyone else for you?”
She lets out a soft sigh, and her warm breath dusts over my face.
“No, Enzo. It’s never been like this with anyone except you.
” I wait for her to remind me that it still changes nothing—that I still broke her heart and eviscerated our relationship, but this time she doesn’t.
And I suspect it’s not because she doesn’t still believe that’s true, but because we both already know that too-painful truth.