Page 50 of King of the Bronx

Chapter Twenty-One

Raven

“What do you think you could do that my men can’t?” Enzo asked. I wanted to stay at the house with the girls, but he was right. I was no stronger than the men outside guarding the place.

“If they come back, it might be you they take next time, and I’m not willing to have you in that situation. No fucking way.”

I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his choice, but he’d done so much for me already that I kept my mouth shut.“Okay.”

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You’re not going to fight me on this?”

I shook my head. “You promised me you would get Erica back. I’m trusting you…don’t let anything happen to the rest of them.”

I hoped he understood the weight of my words. Trust was stronger than anything else I could give him. Stronger than love. It was something I hadn’t given to anyone because when you trust someone, you risk getting stabbed in the back.I trusted my husband. It was a weird thought to have. He’s taken care of me up to this point, even when I refused to acknowledge that I needed it. I took comfort in knowing that everything didn’t fall on my shoulders. Sharing the burden was a relief I wasn’t used to.

He nodded. “Let’s go home.”

I told the girls goodbye before getting in Enzo’s Lamborghini. He drove in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. Once we were in the apartment, Bello came running toward me. I bent down to pet behind his ears. I was never a big animal person, but I’d instantly taken to Bello. When Enzo was gone all day, Bello kept me company. I couldn’t imagine staying in the apartment without him.

“You hungry?” Enzo asked.

“I could eat.”

I stood up from petting Bello and took a seat on the stool. Enzo reached in the fridge and pulled out various ingredients. He made two omelets and put them on plates before joining me at the island to eat.

“We’ll find her. The Irish have a few locations where they could be keeping her.”

I nodded. “I know, Enzo.”

I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I can only imagine the type of shit that could be happening to Erica right now. I was trying hard to keep my mind from going to that place. We ate in silence, and once we finished, I took both plates to the sink. When I turned around, Enzo was standing in front of me. My chest brushed against his own as I breathed. His cologne filled my nose, mixed with the subtle hint of marijuana smoke.

“You smell like weed,” I said.

“I was at Giovanni’s club before I heard about the brothel.”

He bent his head down and nipped the side of my neck. My body instantly responded to his touch. I needed him, right now, needed his comfort so I could take my mind off all the dark thoughts trying to reach the surface. I didn’t want to think; I only wanted to feel. I let out a moan as his mouth moved down my neck to my chest, sucking against the side of my breast.

“Enzo…”

He grabbed me around the waist and, as if I weighed nothing, set me on top of the counter. He gave me some distance as I quickly undressed. He did the same until we were both completely naked. The coldness of the metal under my skin should have made me shiver, but I was so warm, I barely noticed. He stepped between my legs, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against his naked chest. I wanted to feel his body all over me. I wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me and to be surrounded by his scent. I needed that more than anything. He kissed me, at first gentle and hesitant, but I increased the pace, letting him know I wasn’t going to break. I wasn’t a china doll sitting on the ledge of a shelf. I was a bowling ball that crashed but never broke, but I still needed his support to stay steady because right now, I didn’t want to fall. He reached between my thighs to feel the moisture that was dripping onto the counter.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, breaking away from our kiss as he rubbed his finger in a circular motion around my clit. My body vibrated as he increased his speed. My muscles tensed as he brought me close to the edge. I was hyper-aware of my nipples rubbing against his muscular chest.

“Right there,” I moaned. He pulled away, but before I could complain, he grabbed his dick and guided it between my folds. He moved up and down, making sure to stimulate my clit. I grabbed onto his arms, my nails digging into him deep enough to break skin.

“Enzo, I’m going to come.”

“Look at me,” he commanded. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes, but they flutter open at his voice. I focused on his green eyes as I unraveled. My legs shook, and the air is sucked out of my lungs as the warm sensation starts at my toes and moves all the way up to the top of my head. I didn’t had time to come down before Enzo grabbed my hips and lifted me up before impaling me on his cock. His hands grabbed my ass, and it took all my strength to keep myself wrapped around him so I didn’t fall as he moved me up and down his length. My walls were so tight from the orgasm, his dick felt especially filling. My pussy rubbed against his body to the point that it was almost too much.

“Shit,” I moaned.

“One more time,” he demanded

“I can’t.” My body was weak.

“Yes, you can. One more time.”

He bent down and bit my neck, sending me over the edge again, before he let out a groan and emptied himself inside me.

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