Page 45 of King of the Bronx

Chapter Nineteen

Raven

His arms wrapped tightly around me. I vaguely remembered him coming into the bedroom last night. I couldn’t help relaxing into his embrace. It felt so right, but everything surrounding us was so wrong. In a matter of hours, Enzo would be my husband. This all felt like a dream…or a nightmare. I wasn’t sure which one yet. I’m unsure about everything, except the man lying next to me. There was one consistency in all of this, and that was him. He didn’t have an ulterior motive other than to help me for reasons I still didn’t understand. I’d pushed him away time and time again, but he never wavered. Maybe it was time to start trusting him. It was easier said than done, but he’d done nothing to earn my distrust. He didn’t have to put his neck on the line to save my girls, but he did it anyways. It would have been easy for him to walk away as if he’d never met me, but he didn’t. A pressure against my back brought me back to the present.

Is that…? Oh yeah, it’s definitely his hard dick digging into my ass cheek. He didn’t move, but he had to be awake. I had two options: get out of bed like nothing had happened or provoke the beast. His arms tightened around me, and my decision was made. I ground my ass against his hard cock. It had been too long since I’d been underneath him and every inch of my body craved his touch. The slight roughness of his five-o’clock shadow tickled my neck as he moved his mouth to my ear and nibbled on it. No words needed to be spoken between us. He moved his hand between my legs and rubbed circles over the pajama bottoms. I couldn’t help moving my hips to get more contact. Wetness gathered between my thighs, and as if reading my mind, he slipped his hand underneath the pants and into my panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned. His voice was deep and husky, like he was struggling to keep himself contained. He grabbed on to my hips and flipped me over so I lay on my back with my legs spread open enough so he could settle in-between them. He hovered over me, his elbows on the bed for balance. I reached under his shirt, feeling the outline of every single one of his abs. His body was perfectly molded, as if he’s been training for battle. His green eyes stared into mine, searching for something. Maybe he was looking for my hesitation. He wouldn’t find any. I wanted him. I’ve always wanted him, no matter how much I tried to hate him. Just to show him how much I wanted him, I grabbed the waistband of his pants and pushed them down so that his beautiful dick was on full display, big, veiny, and with a shiny spot of pre-cum at the tip. I craved the feeling of him stretching me wide.

“In a few hours, you’re going to be my wife,” he said.

“Then fuck me like a husband,” I challenged.

The corner of his mouth twitched before he leaned down to touch his lips against mine. The kiss was so gentle, it caught me by surprise. I fisted his cock and slowly stroked him.

“Fuck,” he moaned against my mouth. He broke the kiss and pulled my pants and panties off as if he couldn’t get to me fast enough. In a matter of seconds, he was buried inside me, stretching me to the point where it was almost painful. His arms hooked underneath my legs, keeping me wide open for him. I felt so full, and my body was hot against his skin.

“Damn, baby, you feel so good.”

He started to move, slowly at first, but I wanted more. Needed more. I grabbed onto his ass, pulling him into me as deep as he would go. He reached between us and rubbed my clit. As if he’d hit the launch button, my body started to tingle, and waves of pleasure overtook me. It was like my ears were stuffed with cotton as I came down from the high. My walls clenched around him, and he picked up his pace. The headboard slammed against the wall each time he thrusted into me until his muscles tightened and he found his own release.

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A man stood in the middle of the room, unzipping dresses and laying them out on the bed. They were all gorgeous, but one in particular caught my eye. It was a mermaid-style dress. The top was sleeveless and covered with lace that was intertwined to create beautiful designs.

“I want to try that one,”I told the stylist. Enzo hired him to get me ready for the big day. I was only a couple hours away from meeting Enzo down in the garden. There weren’t any big decorations down there, just an alter and one lone chair for Elizabeth, his mom, to sit. The stylist helped me get into the dress. It fit like a glove, sticking to every curve, and the neckline exhibited my breasts nicely. A knock sounded at the door before it opened a crack.

“Are you decent?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yes.”

She walked the rest of the way into the room and her eyes widened as she saw the dress. “You look gorgeous.”

I could’t help but smile. “Thank you.” I’d gotten to know Elizabeth well last night. I almost had a panic attack when she showed up at the house and Enzo was nowhere to be found, but she had immediately embraced me and told me how excited she was about the marriage. She’d showed me how to make one of her pasta dishes last night, and it turned out delicious. She was quiet and sweet but had a sarcastic sense of humor that made me laugh.

“Can we have a minute?” Elizabeth asked the stylist.

Once he was out of the room, she grabbed my hand and led me to a part of the bed that was not completely covered with the other wedding dress options.

“I know this isn't a traditional wedding,” she said, catching me off guard. “I don’t need to or want to know the details, but I want you to know that you are family now. His sister couldn’t be here, but I’m sure Enzo will introduce you soon. We don’t believe in divorce, so you’re always family.”

It was such a foreign concept to me. For someone who jumped from foster home to foster home, the closest thing I had to family was Toby, and even then, we weren’t actually related or bound by a marriage. Elizabeth wiped away a single tear that escaped her eye.

“Thank you,” I said.

Elizabeth nodded. “My son is a proud man…too proud. I only ask one thing of you.”

I tensed up, preparing for what she was going to ask.

“Please make that man slow down.”

We both laughed so loud, we didn’t hear Enzo walk in the room. His eyes were glued to me.

“Get out! You aren’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding!” His mom swatted at him.

“Okay, okay, I just needed to drop this off.”

He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and handed to me. I took it in my hands, feeling the smoothness of the velvet. I looked at both Elizabeth and Enzo before opening up the box. The ring inside was gorgeous. Small gemstones covered the platinum band, leading up to the prong setting that held the gigantic diamond. It was huge and would probably weigh down my finger. It was a statement. He wanted everyone to know that I belonged to him.

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