Page 50 of Bound to the Enforcer

"Yeah," I reply, nodding. "I think we both need one. Can I join you?”

He doesn’t speak his agreement. Instead, he grunts, and I follow closely behind him. He disappears into the small bathroom, and I linger in the room. I don't want to feel sorry for him—not after what just happened, not after everything we've been through—but the look on his face stays with me. The hurt.

I sit on the edge of the bed, the tension in my body making it hard to relax. But I can't ignore him anymore. I walk to the bathroom door and knock softly.

"Alessio?" I call.

The door creaks open slightly, and I see him standing there, his back to the shower, steam rising in the air. His shirt is off, his muscles tight, his face hard.

I hesitate for a moment, then step inside. "Let me help," I say softly but steadily. I strip myself down, and I stand, waiting for him to grant me permission.

Alessio's eyes glint over me, his look unreadable, but he doesn't push me away. Without a word, he steps aside, letting me in.

I reach for the shower controls, adjusting the water to a warm, soothing temperature. I don't say anything else, just guide him into the shower with me. The water falls over us both, washing away the dirt, the blood, the anger.

We stand there in the quiet, the steam swirling around us as I gently rub his back, trying to offer whatever comfort I can. He doesn't speak, but his shoulders slowly begin to loosen, the tension fading just enough for me to feel the weight of his pain.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, trying to soothe him. "It's okay to feel hurt and betrayed. It's okay to acknowledge the pain he put you through."

"He was meant to be on our fucking side," he whispers, voice raw with emotion. "I trusted him, and I let him near you. He could have gotten you killed, Sophia."

"Matteo made his choice," I say firmly. "And now we move forward. We don't let his betrayal change us. Let me help you feel better."

He stares at me, but his hands come on my hips. He pulls me in closer, and I know that he is thinking along the exact same lines as me.

I lift up onto my toes and press my lips up against his. The kiss is soft at first. The warm water pouring down on our skin adds to the intensity of the moment. Our tongues move together in perfect synchronization to the rhythm of the song that only we know how to sing.

He presses my back up against the wall and grabs my leg so it sits on his hip. He presses his cock into me and fills me up to the brim. He moves in and out of me gently. He isn't trying to conquer my body. He isn't trying to scorch me with his fire. He is simply embedding himself in me and allowing our bodies to move as one.

I moan into his mouth, our centers meeting thrust for thrust under the warm water. I am completely and utterly lost in him.When we collide in this way, it feels like I can take on the world. He makes me believe in magic.

"So perfect." He says the words against my lips. "Mine."

I am his. There will never be a world that exists where I do not belong to him.

The sound of water pouring down on us and the slapping of skin meeting skin are the only things we can hear. Our moans are drowned in each other's mouths as we climb to the top of the mountain.

I reach in between us and grab onto his cock. I squeeze the hard length, and he hisses, rips his lips from mine, and bites onto the side of my neck. I arch myself into him, the hunger for him increasing with each second he isn't filling me.

I use my hand to pump his cock. "Your cock is amazing. But it's even better when it's fucking my tight pussy. Do you like fucking my pussy?"

"Sophia." He withdraws from my neck. "Careful."

"What?" I say innocently as I pump his cock. "You don't like to fuck my pussy?"

His eyes darken. "I could fuck your tight little cunt for eternity if time would allow."

"Aw and they say romance is dead." I want to drop down onto my knees, but he stops me. "Hey, I want you to fuck my mouth."

He shakes his head. "Not tonight. Right now, I want to fuck you against this wall." He presses his lips to mine with a searing kiss, and then he pulls away.

"Divine." He bites down on my bottom lip, and I moan, throwing my head back. He peppers wet kisses down my neck until he comes to my breast and takes it into his mouth. "Have I told you how much I love your breasts? They are so fucking perfect."

He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it hard. I feel his teeth graze the sensitive nub. The action has my bodybucking forward. He slips his cock back into me, and there is a precise violence in his thrusts that has me gasping.

I fuck him back, increasing my pace, wanting more of him. Every slam is like a push toward release.

"Shit," I breathe. I grab his face and force his lips back on mine. I drop my leg from his hip and turn so my front is pressed up against the white tiles. "Fuck me, Alessio!"

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