Page 8 of Enforcer

“Fuck, minaccia.” I close my eyes and breathe in time with her. “What are you?”

This makes her laugh, and the sound nearly makes me bloodthirsty. It kindles something in my chest that I thought was long gone, out of reach until I reunited with Anna in the afterlife.

She and I knew this life was dangerous, and we both made one another promise if one of us died, the other wouldn’t wallow. We promised one another we’d move on. In reality, however, that’s harder to do than one would think.

“What’s your name?” I ask her, and she attempts a chuckle again, though my hand has other ideas and tightens.

I back away from her, giving us both space to think clearly.

“Alyssa,” she breathes, voice choked.

I release her throat, and she follows my hand with her eyes as it drops back to the sink.

“Alyssa,” I whisper, “Are you wet for me, Alyssa?”

She licks her bottom lip, and I nearly reach up and grab her tongue, the taunting thing.

Despite the apparent war going on inside her chest, she nods.

Her pencil skirt is too tight to maneuver, but I use my right hand to unzip the side.

Her breathing becomes as erratic as wild horses in full canter as I slide the skirt over her curves to the floor, making a puddle around her ankles before she steps out of it, toeing it over to the side of us.

My body is in overdrive, my thinking unclear, and I know I should stop this. She’s right. This will create trouble. We don’t even know how we’ll go forward with both families together.

I don’t know if Slate has Brynne at gunpoint again downstairs, nor do I fucking care.

Not when Alyssa slides her panties to the side, baring her beautiful pussy to me so that I can check just how wet the little menace is at all my taunting.

I growl, unable to help myself, as I swipe two fingers through her drenched lips.

“Jesus, minaccia.” I barely get it out as my voice crackles with lust.

“Fuck,” she breathes, pulling her legs apart and bending her knees to open to me like a flower.

“So fucking perfect,” I say, swirling the tips of my fingers over her clit, leaning forward and drinking in her moans as her eyes grow heavy.

Her lips drop open, her pants of breath feeding my deranged soul.

Ardesia is going to give me so much shit for this. I might as well make it worth it.

I slowly slide my fingers toward her entrance, calculating, and Alyssa grows fevered. Her moans decorate the air surrounding us with the most ardent brushstrokes, coloring everything ruby.

“Please,” she whispers, nearly buckling me to her.

“Is this where you need me, minaccia?”

She nods, all of her reservations forgotten as I slide two fingers inside her wet, needy cunt and revel in the long, drawn-out moan she gives me in return.

I step closer to her, my lips hovering over hers, my body breathing her like a drug.

She inches closer, but I don’t give her what she wants. I back my lips away from hers, dancing in a taunting game of power with her.

“Dante, please,” she pleads, bucking on my fingers.

“More?” I ask her, thumbing her clit in winding circles as I pump in and out of her, her wetness soaking my hand the higher I take her.

“More,” she agrees, using her hands on the sink to lift onto it, spreading her legs to me as she perches on the edge.

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