Page 16 of Enforcer

Her hand drops between us, and I take a hand out of her hair to shoo it away.

“Mine,” I snarl, finding her clit with my fingers and bringing her closer to climax.

The turbulence that started all this is long gone, but I’m grateful for it, either way.

“Yours,” she pliantly agrees, but I know it’s all bullshit.

She will walk out of this bathroom as if nothing happened between us, and I will move on with my life in the same manner.

This can’t continue on New York soil; there’s too much at stake and too much going on.

She also makes me far too off-kilter for my liking, and I don’t know how I’d function if I continued to pursue her.

Especially in the aggressive way I have been.

“Dante,” she whines, clinging to me as her orgasm overwhelmingly rears its ugly head.

The fear of letting go is evident in her frantic eyes.

I wrap around her tightly, tugging her head back with the hand I still have gripped in her hair.

“I’ve got you, minaccia. Let go, I’ve got you,” I purr, breathing erratically as my dick begs to come.

Her eyes dose with awareness as her pussy buckles around me, her cries resounding through the space like those of a battle-ready Greek Goddess.

“There you go,” I praise, “There you go.”

I’m losing the war with my orgasm, but I want her to finish.

“Dante,” she warns, noticing that I’m losing control. “Dante!”

At the last second, I pull out and angle my cock down toward the floor, moaning as my head falls into her chest, eyes watching the cum that paints the floor.

“Fucking hellllllll,” I drawl out, eyes nearly crossing.

When I come back to and draw away from her, she slides off the counter, careful not to step in my puddle of cum.

She wraps around me, her ear against my chest as my heart beats out of rhythm for her behind my ribcage.

When she pulls back and I lean down, I’m caught in something more substantial than us.

Trapped in the force field fucking her created. My lips graze hers, and she moans.

When she peels back, I’m startled and still breathing haphazardly when she grabs my wrist, taps the screen of my Apple Watch to life, and sees it’s past twelve.

Her blue eyes wander back to meet mine, and sadness grows in them. “Dante.”

I exhale a breath of remorse at her tone. “Alyssa.”

I watch in a haze as she uses the toilet, washes up, and then steps back out into the main cabin as I’m still standing against the wall of the bathroom, cock out, body in shock, and heart-tugging in a million different directions.

I need to get it together, though.

Because when we land, the world has the potential to get far bloodier as we move through this familial merger.

As the Ricci Family Enforcer, I have to keep my fucking head clear.

But as long as Alyssa Roebach purely exists, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to manage that.

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