Page 74 of Enzo DeLuca

Her frown was cute when she asked, “How does it remind you of me?”

“You’re chocolate and strawberry. My new favorite flavor.”

Chuckling, she told him, “That’s cute and all. But what the hell does that mean?”

Enzo reached over and grabbed her leg, pulling it up and over him. Then he rubbed his hand over her body until he was cupping her ass.

“You’re chocolate,” he told her before rubbing lower, his fingers inching toward her center. She gasped when the tips of his fingers brushed against her pussy. If her panties weren’t in the way, he’d slide his fingers into her. “And you’re strawberry here,” he told her. “You, Eve, are my new favorite flavor. Chocolate and strawberry.”

“Swoon,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Nothing. Can I change my answer?” she asked.

It was his turn to chuckle. “Why?”

“Because your answer is so erotic. And mine is so basic.”

“No, you can’t change your answer.”

“I’m changing it anyway.”

“Stubborn ass.”

“You like it,” she teased.

He loved it.“Yes, I do. What’s your new answer?”

“My most recent favorite flavor is Gelato Alla Vaniglia.”

“Why? Because it’s vanilla flavored and white like me?” he joked.

“No. That’s not why.” She rubbed her hand over his chest, then caressed his nipple with her thumb, and said, “It’s because it was one of the first things I tried when I arrived here. It was my first taste of Italy.”

He watched in awe of his woman as she leaned down, licked his nipple, and whispered, “My second taste of Italy is much better than my first.”

“Is it?” he asked as she kissed her way down his stomach.

“It is. There’s another white cream that’s far better than Gelato Alla Vaniglia,” she told him as she slid her hand into the opening of his boxers.

Enzo grabbed a pillow and placed it behind his head. Eve freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. It stood at attention, ready for her. He watched her lick his length from the base to the tip.

“If I suck it how you like, will you gift me some of your cream?” she purred before flicking her tongue over the tip of him.

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” Enzo growled. “Now, be a good girl for your don and put it in your mouth.”

“Yes, don Enzo,” she purred.

She then proceeded to suck him until he felt she would suck his soul from his body. Even if she had, he’d gladly give it to her. Everything he was, everything he had, all of it belonged to her. Like the good girl she was, she swallowed every drop of cream he gave her. And his woman wasn’t stingy. After enjoying her dessert, she made sure her man had something sweet to enjoy, too, thatpussy.

Her moans filled the air as he feasted on her nectar. And he feasted until her cries of pleasure echoed through the room. Her moans, her laughter, and her yelling were sounds that now filled his house on a daily. They’d become a necessity to him. Every evening and night with his woman was exciting. Even just lying in each other’s arms was enough for him.

Kissing her before he left the house helped him start his day off right. Each day he tried to figure out which organization was distributing coke in DeLuca territory and who the betrayer of his family was. Each night, he returned home to the arms of Eve. Her embrace was his only solace.

She kept him from completely losing his mind. Since the day they’d first had sex, she hadn’t brought up the name thing again. Neither had he. Perhaps she could sense he had enough on his plate. No matter the reason for the fake name, no matter what or who she was running from, he would protect her. He would be her safe haven, and she would be his lighthouse.

But there was no one who could protect the betrayer of his family from him. Every hour that ticked by without him finding the bastard responsible for his grandfather’s death made his anger rise a notch. The culprit would feel every bit of rage Enzo had accumulated. When he found out who it was, he would end their life. First, he would make them suffer in the most unimaginable ways.

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