Page 70 of Enforcer

I reach around with my other hand, cutting off her airway as my hand wraps around her throat like a hungry cobra.

“I am.”

She moans as my heel of my palm grinds into her clit, and I grow even harder—which I didn’t know was humanly possible.

“Someone might see…”

I flick my head up, seeing the penthouses across the street lit up with their curtains open.

“What did I tell you before, tesoro?”

“You don’t care who watches you fuck me,” she reiterates like a good little girl.

“And?”

She shivers as her walls flutter around my fingers.

“That you only see me,” she finishes.

“That a girl.”

She whimpers as I let her throat go to free my cock from my sweatpants.

“I’m going to fuck you against this window, and if they see you, they’ll only be envious of me. Envious that you belong to me. That I’m the one who gets to fuck this pretty cunt of yours.” I press her into the glass, forcing her to arch awkwardly for me on tiptoes as I slide my dick through her ass cheeks to find my wayhome.

The idea that anyone could see us is alluring, but the lights are off. Even if they think they see something, they’ll write it off as a trick of the lights.

She cries out as I thrust inside her, her body gripping my cock so tightly that I nearly lose my footing on the marble beneath my feet.

“Goddamnit, tesoro,” I whisper.

She only moans as she tries to keep on her toes.

Her hands keep sliding, and she keeps readjusting, so I pull out of her and turn her. Before I make another move, she tugs me down to her lips, her whiskey-flavored mouth devouring mine as I take the kiss to the point of pain.

I lift her, turning her and placing her on the keys of the piano before shoving back inside her.

Each thrust makes its own music as her weight shifts on the ivories.

“Dante, don’t stop,” she begs.

“Already, tesoro? You were needy for me, weren’t you?”

Even though I taunt her, I’m not far behind her. It’s always like this with her—hedonistic at its center.

She arches, spreading her arms across the piano, looking like a goddess I’ve come to service.

When she comes, she takes me with her. I pull out of her, coming on her stomach in long drawls. We both shudder through our releases and then wrap around one another, kissing like the world around us is ending.

“Dante,” she breathes, growing lax in my arms. “Take me to the bedroom?”

After I carry her to the room, clean her off, and tuck her in, I climb in behind her and hold her tightly.

I don’t know if she’ll ever let me in or if she’ll stay, but I can do everything in my power to convince her this is where she belongs. To me, it feels right.

It feels perfect.

Morning comeswith a very hungover little menace and a few hours of vomiting. I held her hair through it all, nursed her with Pedialyte and Jell-o, as Google told me to, and now I’m rubbing her hair as we watchStrandedon TV-Plus.

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