Page 11 of Enforcer

His words send up red flags, and I need to counteract them somehow—pop the balloon of ecstasy we’re floating in, if you will.

“Brynne walked in on us. She saw…”

Dante’s eyes don’t change, however. “I don’t give a fuck who saw us. I’d fuck you in a room full of people and still only see you.”

Fuck, he’s making this hard.

I reach a hand up on the counter to lift off my knees, and Dante backs up and swoops in to help.

“I can manage,” I snap, feeling my walls closing in around me in protection.

He puts his hands up in defense. “Sorry, I didn’t mean any offense.”

There’s no malicious intent in his voice, and it only makes my stomach clench into a bigger knot.

I finally meet someone who makes me feel something, and they’re in the mafia and exude kindness that I’ve never known before.

Figures.

“Sorry,” I say, grabbing my clothes off the floor to make my great escape. However, this is my room, so I don’t know where I’ll retreat. “I’m not… I’m not normal when it comes to things like this.”

He leans over the sink and washes his cock in it, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips as I allow myself to watch every sinew of his muscles beneath his tattoos work as he rolls his hands over his dick, rinsing us off, the moment swirling down the drain, no more than filth being washed away into the drain field.

“Not normal, how? It was only sex, minaccia,” he says, and my chest burns at his words instead of getting lighter.

Any other time that I’ve told a man this can’t happen again, and they agreed, I felt relief not to have to deal with their overreactions or emotions.

“Just sex,” I echo, trying not to sound like a wounded fucking deer.

I don’t like this.

I don’t like my reaction to him. I don’t even fucking know him.

He rubs his thumb over my lower lip, looking as if he regrets not kissing me, then lets it disappear.

“Amazing sex I’ll never forget, but just sex, nonetheless.”

He turns and makes for the door of the bedroom, and I drop onto the lid of the toilet, deflated and forever changed by Dante Ricci, the mafia enforcer who forced his way past my walls with a fucking ball peen hammer and rearranged my psyche.

As the door clicks closed, and my body still thrums from the amazing orgasm I just had, a lone tear brims and falls down my face from the interaction.

Worry takes up in my chest as I don’t know how to pull myself together after sex with Dante.

Usually, I have a routine, and Iknowit won’t work to bring me back after what just transpired between us.

“Alyssa?” Brynne calls, likely having witnessed Dante make his exit, and at her voice, I break, tears flowing like rivers down my face.

I’m on the edge of the toilet, wholly naked other than my bra and panties that now are back over my pussy when she stops at the door and takes me in.

“Oh, Lyss. What happened? Well, I know what happened, but are you alright?”

Her stammering would generally serve as the thing I needed to come around, but not today.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same,” I tell her, and she nods in understanding, dropping to her knees in front of me and pulling me into her.

“Shh, it’s alright,” she coos, rubbing my back softly.

No. It’s not.

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