Page 40 of Bound to the Enforcer

The sound of a lapping tongue fills the room. I hear his soft groans and moans as he drinks me up like a man suffering from thirst. He bites down on my sensitive clit, and I arch my back off the bed. I want to grab the back of his head and force him to suck me deeper. I want to close my legs around his head so he suffocates in my cum. I want him to drown in it. But his hands hold my legs out so I can't.

"Alessio please," I pant. I can feel the edge drawing closer.

He rips his lips from my clit so he can glare at me. "I told you, you can only come when I say so."

He places his lips back on my slickness, and I'm back to holding on by a thread. He teases, bites, and sucks in easy and swift motions.

"Your tongue fucks me so good! Ah! Please, Alessio." I am on the brink of self-combustion, barely hanging on.

"Come for me," he mutters against my skin.

The orgasm tears through me violently. It takes over my body, and I tremble under its power. My chest heaves up and down as I float through the sweet abyss. When I finally come down and my eyes find Alessio, he is staring up at me from between my legs. His eyes are molten, the heat in them unlike anything I have ever seen.

He lifts himself from between my legs and smiles a devilish kind of grin. "You think we're done?"

The small hairs on my head cling to my forehead. "There's more?" I pant.

"We are just beginning,cara."

He lifts from between my legs and ravishes my body in ways that I have never imagined. The man ravages me from top to bottom, folding me in ways I have never been bent before. It's the kind of fucking I have never experienced in my life before.

If before I had not been sure, I am more than certain now that Alessio is my kryptonite, and there is a sense of inevitability that neither of us are able to escape. And surprisingly, I am okay with that.

The early light filters through the window. I blink awake, feeling the unfamiliar weight of someone's arm draped across my waist. Alessio's warmth surrounds me, his chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of sleep. For a moment, I let myself stay there, wrapped in him, in the quiet stillness I don't think I've felt in months.

I turn slightly, just enough to see his face. He looks younger like this, the hardness that usually defines him smoothed away by sleep. I can't help but reach out, my fingers brushing lightly against the scar along his jaw. He stirs, his arm tensing as his eyes flutter open.

For a moment, there's nothing but silence as he looks at me. No walls, no defenses—just Alessio. My Alessio.

"You're staring," he mutters.

"It's romantic," I reply softly, a small smile tugging at my lips.

One side of his lips tilts up in a smirk. "It's creepy."

He huffs a quiet laugh, but it doesn't last long. He shifts onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "We shouldn't have done this."

The words sting, but I push down the hurt. "Why not?"

"Because I can't afford to be distracted right now."

"Is that what I am?" I ask, sitting up slightly. "A distraction?"

He turns to look at me, his dark eyes softening just a fraction. "No. You're the one thing I can't afford to lose. So my focus needs to be sharp."

The words knock the air from my lungs. I sit there, silent, as they hang between us, heavier than anything else he's ever said to me. Alessio doesn't usually say things like this—he buries them, keeps them locked up where no one can see.

But this… this feels real.

"I'm not going anywhere," I say quietly.

He doesn't respond, but I see it in the way he looks at me—the doubt, the fear. He doesn't believe promises like mine last.

I open my mouth to speak, but before I can respond, his phone buzzes loudly on the nightstand.

He tenses instantly, sitting up and grabbing it.

"It's Matteo," he says, his tone shifting, back to business. He swipes to answer. "Talk."

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