Page 76 of Let Me Love You

Finally.

“My Maria,” he said with brows slanted as he rolled the rubber over himself, shielding us from the possibility of a baby I hoped he’d give me one day. The idea of Chiara having a brother or sister had my heart leaping.

Armed with protection now, he stood at the edge of the bed and simply looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time. Soaking in the sight of me.

God, did I feel stunning and beautiful whenever his eyes were on me.

“You,” he half grunted. “You make me feel again.” His hand went over his heart as his tone changed to a more tender one. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

His words had my chest going tight as every emotion flooded my system.

“Thank you,” he whispered before joining me on the bed. With a hand to my chest, he gently guided me to my back and climbed on top of me.

“You make me feel, too,” I said, letting him know we were on the same page, and he nodded before nudging my thighs apart.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warned while dragging his tip over my center. “But only for a second. Because your body was made for me, Tesoro. Mine for you,” he hoarsely added, and as I grabbed hold of his biceps in anticipation, he plunged deep inside me with zero hesitation.

He was buried to the hilt, and I moaned while arching into him. His forehead dropped to mine as I sucked in a ragged breath. Holy shit.

Pulling his head back, Enzo gritted out a string of Italian words I didn’t recognize. As he gazed deep into my eyes, a fluttery sensation overwhelmed me, and I felt ... whole.

I couldn’t hold back the tears burning my eyes as he started to move again, slowly stretching me, filling me to perfection. “You’re my forever,” I breathlessly confessed.

He studied me, and an unexpected sheen covered his eyes. “Mine, too,” he whispered, leaning in to softly kiss me. And then ... holy shit ... he let me have it.

Harder. Faster. Pistoning in and out.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, I ground my hips against his as he hit my sensitive bundle of nerves. Every. Single. Time. “Oh God,” I cried and began a slow murmur of chants in between breathless moans as I climbed the mountain of ecstasy.

“Come for me, Tesoro,” he said a few minutes later, straining like he was doing his best not to lose himself first.

My body tightened, toes curled, and every part of me was on fire as I fought back the urge to scream so loud that everyone in the house-mansion would hear me.

Slapping a hand over my mouth while maintaining hold of his other arm, I cried against my palm as my release tore through me.

Studying me, Enzo’s jaw tightened, and I felt his cock jerk and thrum as he reached his release. He groaned, and when my tired arm fell to my side, my hand leaving my mouth, he bent in and set his lips to mine. He kissed me softly as he rode the rest of his orgasm, and I surrendered to the rest of mine.

I knew after this, I’d never be the same again. I’d never accept anything other than what I deserved. And this man made me feel like I deserved the entire world, and God willing, he’d stay with me in that world forever.

“Enzo!” Constantine’s deep voice, and the harsh rap at the door, throttled me free from the moment. I shivered at the realization of what was about to happen, that Enzo would be leaving me. “Dad’s home. We need to talk to him, and then it’s wheels up.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Enzo

“This is un-fucking-acceptable!” Dad bellowed, chucking his glass of scotch into the fireplace before pacing his office. My brothers and I remained quiet, waiting for him to continue.

“The evidence was stacked against him,” Dad continued, struggling to grapple with everything we’d shared. “You’re telling me for thirteen fucking years my daughter’s murderer has been walking the streets?”

Dad’s attention landed on Constantine. As the eldest son, he would have inevitably taken the brunt of Dad’s anger. “This is my fault. I should’ve looked deeper.” He stepped forward, his apology doing nothing to alter Dad’s vicious stare.

Facing the fireplace again, Dad’s shoulders broke forward, a touch of that vitriol pointed at my brother waning. “What’s your plan?”

Taking the lead, Constantine explained how we planned to meet up with Carter’s team in Syracuse to take the cleaner in for questioning. “We’ll figure this out, you have my word.” He glanced at Alessandro, then over at me. “I know Mom never wanted us to follow in your footsteps after you left Italy, but I suppose it was fate that we did. We may have let you down, but we—”

“It wasn’t fate.” Dad sighed and went over to his desk. He dropped onto the leather swivel chair, his eyes coasting back to the raging fire.

“I didn’t mean about Bianca’s death,” Constantine quickly stated, his tone harsh with regret.

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