Page 51 of Bound to the Enforcer

Alessio takes the chance and grips onto my hips and ploughs into me. He hits every corner, every wall. There is not a single spot within me that he doesn't touch.

"Alessio. Yes, oh yes, just like that!"

"You like being fucked like my little slut, don't you?" He reaches over me and pinches my clit, and I let out a high-pitched squeal. "Good girl, so reactive."

"Right there," I groan, "fuck me right there!"

He grips my skin so hard I am sure it will leave a mark. I am holding on by the smallest of threads. His dick is punishing in the best and worst way possible.

With one final thrust and loud roar, he drills into me, and I fall into the sweet abyss. "Ah! Fucking hell!"

This man works me through the orgasm that rips through me. We ride out the cascading wave, the water pouring over us like a warm blanket.

I'm breathless. The moment can only be described as sweet bliss. I want to stay here for a while. I want to not have to worry about the woes that await me outside these four tiled walls. But I know once the passion subsides, the world will be there ready to slap me in my face with reality.

The steam from the shower still hangs thick in the air as we step out, the cold bathroom making the water droplets on my skin chill quickly. Alessio doesn't move right away, his eyes lingering on the floor. His shoulders tense again, like he's holding everything in.

I wrap a towel around myself and turn to face him, my heart still heavy with everything that's happened. The betrayal, the fight, the weight of the people we've lost—and everything that's still left to lose.

"You're quiet," I say softly, unsure. I reach out, placing my hand on his arm, and for a long moment, he doesn't pull away.

"I failed you."

"You didn't fail me, Alessio," I say softly. "You didn't fail anyone. You did everything you could, and we're still standing."

"I should've seen it," he mutters again, his frustration building. "I should've known what Matteo was going to do."

I take a step closer, closing the space between us, my hand gently lifting to his face. His skin is warm, damp from the shower, and I trace my thumb along his jaw.

"You can't blame yourself for this," I soothe. "He made his choice. He's the one who betrayed us, not you."

Alessio's eyes close for a moment, like he's trying to push the thoughts away. The anger in him is raw, but so is the hurt. And I feel the weight of both pressing against me.

He opens his eyes again, meeting mine. His expression softens, just slightly, but it's enough to make the walls between us crack.

I pull him closer, just a fraction, until we're standing face to face. His chest rises and falls with every breath, the tension still in his body, but I can feel something shifting between us. The anger, the frustration—they're still there, but they're being replaced by something else. Something quieter.

"You don't have to fight alone," I say gently, my tone steady but full of a truth I've come to realize. "I'm here, Alessio. I've always been here. And I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere, either," he says.

And in that moment, I know he means it.

I press my lips to his, this time with a softness that speaks more than words could ever say. When we pull away, there is resolution in his eyes that screams at me loud and clear.

Together.

I only hope that what comes next after this will be a storm we can weather.

Chapter Fifteen

Alessio

After our shower we head to bed, but sleep doesn't find me easily. I toss until the wee hours of the morning, but even then, I only sleep for two hours before I hear a low buzz.

The vibration of my phone jolts me awake. The apartment is still dark, the faint hum of the city outside the only sound. I reach for the phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen.

Matteo.

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