Page 38 of Enforce This

When her breaths slowed from panicked gasps to shallow hiccups, I whispered, “Talk to me… Let me in, babe.”

“It’s all gone.”

“Your mother,” I whispered.

“All of it. My mother… my career… Everything I worked on.”

Her career seemed like a manageable topic to grasp and reel her back in, so I started there.

“Babe, your life ain't over. I just vowed to start a new one with you, remember?” I slid my fingers between hers and brought our conjoined hands up where she could see them. “You can still have a career.”

“Yeah…” She gave a sad laugh. “Lots of Old Ladies do, right?”

Her face crumpled and she buried it against my chest, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

I placed my wet palms on each side of her face and forced her to lift it so I could look into her eyes. There was a big difference in being a wife, and being an old lady.

“Do you want to be?”

“Want to be what?” She blinked, confused. “I’m already your wife, silly.”

I smiled; she was so fucking cute. A president’s daughter, and she didn’t understand the first damn thing about our world.

“A man can have only one wife, but he can have as many old ladies as he wants. It is possible to have a wife and no old lady, or to have an old lady for the rest of your life, and never have a wife.”

I thought it was romantic. I was asking her to be my old lady, but the minute my words registered and her eyes widened and ignited, I knew exactly where her mind had short fired and gone. I just wasn’t expecting her hand to shoot down and take my cock hostage.

“How many fucking old ladies do you have?” she demanded, while I choked on a violently drawn breath and grabbed her wrist. She hadn’t had the best week, so I wasn’t entirely convinced she didn’t mean to rip my cock off before I could clarify myself.

She clutched my dick, closed her eyes, and smiled in a way that I had only seen crazy mother fuckers do right before they did some shit that was about earn them a life sentence.

“Babe,” My voice climbed and cracked while I scrambled to turn us.

She gripped the back of my hair with her other hand, jerking my head back so fast my fucking eyes bugged.

I’d never in my life been confronted in such a way. My dick was hard in her hand begging for more while my brain tripped over itself to try and get out of this with every inch of me still intact.

I put both hands up in surrender, placing my palms on the wall beside her head, and tried to shush her by pecking her lips more delicately than I’d ever kissed anything in my life.

“I don’t have anyone but you,” I whispered against her full lips, my nose teasing against hers.

We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, the shower pouring over us and slowly turning tepid. She gave my hair a tug and stroked my dick like I’d answered in a way that was acceptable.

Her lips brushed beneath my earlobe and her tone dropped to a low, throaty growl, “If you ever do… I. Swear. To. Fuck. Easy.”

Jesus.

I nearly came in her hand. I claimed a fistful of her hair and forgot who she was. Mark and the Club faded from my mind. The Valentino Crime family didn’t exist. For those few frantic, slippery moments we feasted on each other like only two tormented souls could and it was only us.

I bullied her body out of the shower and through the bathroom door.

Her arms reached for my neck, and she gripped behind it, pulling me down a little. I hauled her up just as we met the bed and we both fell onto it. I caught myself from landing too hard with one hand and fisted her hair with the other. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and dragged my tongue across her skin, lapping and suckling. I drew my knees up between her thick thighs and moaned as my cock prodded and jabbed at the soft petals of her pussy.

She clawed at my back, marking and searing me with her need. I didn’t let her down, I grabbed my dick and stabbed. She cried out and the trail of her nails stopped as she buried them in my flesh and strained, “Fuck me, Easy.”

I clutched her hair in my fist, forcing her head back, and I kissed her violently. My hips warred with hers and we forgot we were in a hotel. The pair of us heaving and howling as we lost ourselves in each other. For those few glorious minutes, it all went away. My past. The present. All of it.

There was only her smell and the vise of her hot pussy around me.

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