Page 22 of Enforcer

I take one final step into her that topples her over onto the couch. She lands on her back, shock wavering in her aqua-blue eyes.

I lean over her, both hands caging her body in, my nose brushing the tip of hers, my knee pressing into the couch between her thighs. “You were worried no one would ever top what I did to you, minaccia. It was as plain as day on your beautiful face when you came for me."

She exhales, and the sound grips me by the dick and leads me to the door to purgatory, where I’m destined to land after she kills me because she will be the death of me.

I’m waiting for her reply when she leans up and crashes her lips to mine, and I am stutter-stepping to understand her play.

My world goes bright and silent as her tongue pries my lips apart, her moans painting my soul the color red, where it was a dim gray before. I haven’t kissed anyone since Anna. Now isn’t the time to tell her or make a big deal about it—not that I could if I wanted to. I’m eager for each caress of her tongue and each movement her lips make against mine.

If I fuck her on this couch, it’s a whole new encounter, on a whole new day, and she said that wasn’t what she wanted. She said it wasn’t something she could do with me. But who am I to point that out when my tongue is deep inside her mouth, when I told her I don’t kiss?

We’re shattering rules that we both made to protect us from hurt—ones we felt were necessary to survive.

The kiss grows frantic, our mouths brawling as our teeth clash and our bodies collide. I press into her from above, grinding my dick against her thin pajama pants with fucking kittens on them.

She pulls back. “We can’t.”

I’m panting, barely able to see straight. “You started it.”

“What are you five?” she counters.

I grin, and she shoves at me to get off of her.

“You sure you don’t want to continue?” I waggle my cock over her heated center.

“I’m... You...”

I revel in her struggle to find words. “We,” I add, giving her yet another pronoun to stutter out.

“I’ve never done multiple nights. I don’t want to sound awful or for you to judge me, Dante. It’s just who I am and how I operate.”

“Minaccia, I don’t care who came before me or what you chose to do with your body. It’s yours, after all. Until it’s mine,” I snarl, dropping my face into her neck.

She gasps, unable to keep a lid on her reaction to me. “See, that’s what I’m talking about, Dante. You say you’re alright with how I am that we can be friends and then you keep showing up, or you say things like that...”

“No strings,” I tell her, and she turns her face into mine, trying to look at me head-on.

“What?”

“People do that, right? No strings attached? Either of us can walk away at any time. When we’re together, it’s one night. In between those nights, we’re nothing,” I tell her, grasping at straws to have her any way that I can.

“That never works in the end. Not in any movie I’ve ever watched.”

I smirk. “They’re not us. We’ll make it work.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ll end up falling in love with me.”

I laugh, and she instantly takes offense to the sound. “As if.” I do my best Valley Girl voice. “You’re totally going to fall in love withme.”

Despite her attempt not to, she smiles, her eyes softening.

“No strings,” she agrees, inching her lips closer to mine.

It’s all I can do not to devour her whole as I nod in agreement.

“We’re in Vegas when we’re together,” I tell her.

She lifts her hand between us, positioning it for me to shake.

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