Page 69 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

I circle his waist with my legs and wrap my arms around his neck. “I hope this proves I’ll do anything for you, Delaney Caputo.” He kisses me with a swipe of his tongue that sends my stomach into cartwheels. “If that means I have to suffer through a pink cinematic trainwreck with the mob’s new queen and its most lethal Fixer, I’ll do it.”

I can’t help but smile. “I accept this level of devotion and nothing less.” I return his kiss, deepening it, running my fingers through his hair.

“You deserve nothing less.” The sudden seriousness in his eyes softens the lightheartedness, if only for a moment. Then he kisses my nose.

Jax runs his warm hand over my exposed ass cheek, squeezing with an appreciative grunt. His hand slides down, and based on Enzo’s reaction, I’d bet he helped himself to a nice handful of Enzo’s cock as well.

“I think we’ve all earned some dessert.” Jax kisses Enzo’s cheek, then raises his eyebrows in some lame secret signal.

“Oh, dessert time,” Enzo catches on, grinning.

“What’s for dessert?” I ask, looking between them with suspicion.

They both grin wickedly.

“You’ll see.”

Enzo carries me to my room, then carefully sets my feet on the floor. He smiles when I cross my arms and furrow my brow. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re trying to be pissed.”

“I am pissed.” I put as much fire as I can into my answer, but he knows it’s bullshit.

He stands behind me, pulling me to him and I feel how hard he is. His hand covers my throat and his thumb presses against my pulse. “Excited. Intrigued. Aroused. But not pissed, angel.” He kisses my cheek and disappears to the closet. “Stay put.”

I hear a drawer or two open, then close before he returns with a thin, silk nightgown. It looks so small in his large hands and it’s a beautiful shade of magenta. One of my favorite colors. It’s just above knee length with a revealing slit up one side. Trimmed in matching lace with thin straps. It’s so pretty.

“Arms up, beautiful.” Enzo’s voice is low and husky and floods through me.

He removes Jax’s shirt and it drops to the floor. His thumbs gently run over my pebbled nipples, and I suck in a breath.He helps me into the nightgown, his hands slowly mapping my curves with appreciation.

“You won’t need these.” He whispers against the shell of my ear. With his hands splayed on my hips, he slowly drags my panties down, kneeling as he goes. I step out of them, and he firmly rubs each of my ass cheeks, massaging them and moving his strong hands in a circle. “Fuck, Delaney.” He kisses one side, his grip firmer as he keeps rubbing my ass. He peppers kisses on the other side before he stands and spins me to face him. “I’m going to need to be in this ass soon.”

“Holy shit.”

His body pushes me against the counter. His hand holds the back of my neck as one holds my thigh, lifting my leg so he can grind his hard cock against my bare pussy. Enzo’s tongue pushes into my mouth and I whimper into his. “Thank fuck, Jax needs a few minutes to get ready.”

I chuckle and he moves to my jaw, then my neck. His dick sliding against me. He lowers one of the straps of my nighty and sucks on my nipple. I bow my back and drop my head. Scratching my nails against his scalp as he lights my body on fire.

He drops my leg and lowers the other strap, exposing both breasts and lavishing them with his hands and skillful mouth. “Enzo,” I pant, wanting him to touch me but my plea makes him pull away. Fixing the straps and helping me stand up straight again.

“Just one more final touch.” He raises my hand, kissing my knuckles and opens a drawer next to us.

I smile and shake my head at the contents. “Do you guys have lube stashed in every corner of this house?”

“Pretty much.” He smirks, looking through the drawer for something specific. He pockets a small bottle then retrieves a peach color tube that looks like lip gloss. “Turn around.”

I watch in the mirror as he squeezes a small amount of product onto his thick middle finger, and I can only hope he’s about to put me out of my misery and slide that into my wanting pussy.

“Lift your gown so I can see that pretty cunt,” Enzo commands, his voice steady and firm. He exudes control, and I feel myself surrendering to it, letting go of every thought as his will becomes my own.

I do as I’m told, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as I raise the gown. A low, approving moan rumbles in his throat, and I shiver under his gaze. Reaching around me with one hand, he uses two fingers to part my folds gently. His middle finger brushes against my clit, spreading a clear gel that immediately warms and tingles as it touches me.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I lean back against him, my head resting on his shoulder. My eyes flutter shut, and a wave of pleasure courses through me.

It feels surreal—like dreams really do come true.

Enzo continues to circle my clit with slow, deliberate movements, the gel amplifying every sensation. His touch is firm but teasing, dipping just inside me before retreating, leaving me desperate for more.

“Let’s go,” he murmurs, pulling his finger away. I gasp at the loss of contact, but before I can protest, he presses his finger to my bottom lip, coating it with my arousal. His slate-gray eyes meet mine in the mirror, dark with desire. “Don’t lick your lips,” he warns, his tone carrying a promise of punishment if I disobey. The temptation to test him flits through my mind, but the anticipation of what’s to come outweighs it.

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