Page 1 of Her Mafia Enforcer

Prologue

Adrian

“Adrian,” Bianca moaned, her nails dragging across my back, the sting sharp enough to break the skin. Her body moved against mine, so fucking desperate, her breath hot and heavy in my ear. But the sounds—her sounds—fucking grated against my ears. They were too breathy, too much like a fucking performance that didn’t even come close to what I needed to hear right then.

“Be quiet,” I gritted out, and her face turned angry. Leaning down, I kissed her. Corrected myself. “Quieter. Don’t want the neighbors to complain, do we?”

“You used to like when I screamed for you,” she panted, her breasts bouncing with my thrusts, and,God, I tried. I tried to focus, to make this feel like something more than just flesh and friction—but it felt impossible. Bianca’s perfume felt too cloying, nothing like the soft floral that haunted me in my office after Lina left.

Fractured light cast over the bed, highlighting her golden skin, a shade too light for my liking. My eyes squeezed shut, but that only made it worse. The taste of whiskey burned on my tongue, but it wasn’t enough to drown the thoughts that clawed at my brain, relentless and cruel.

Lina.

Her name whispered through me like a curse, invading every corner of my mind. She wasn’t here, but I could hear her just the same—her voice low and throaty, laced with teasing defiance this afternoon. Curvy hips, long legs. Sitting on my desk like it was hers, legs crossed at the ankles. Those fucking high heels were just another sign that she’d grown up while I wasn’t looking. Just another sign that she was a woman.

“Did you miss me, Adrian? College sucks without you guys.” She’d grinned, and her coy smile and fluttering eyelashes left me hard. “Dad says I’m staying by you for a bit. You don’t mind, right?”

Of course, I fucking mind. I’d spent months trying to get her out of my head, and now she was back again. I remembered everything.

That meeting at her father’s.

Business that never felt like it was fucking done. Leaving the office at three in the morning. That night, in the guest wing of her father’s estate.

The walls were far too thin for the money Dante spent on it. Thin walls. Too much wine. I’d been passing by her bedroom door when I froze, her muffled gasps slipping through the door, soft at first but growing louder. Her moans were rich, raw, unrestrained, and I’d been rooted to the spot, my blood igniting as the sound of her pleasure crashed into me like a tidal wave. Blood was pumping to my cock, making it harder than it had ever been before.

I hadn’t been able to move, couldn’t fucking breathe, as heat coiled low in my stomach, shame and arousal warring inside me. The fucking sounds she made when she didn’t know anyone could hear her.

I’d heard everything: the way her pussy grew so wet she couldn’t muffle it, the buzzing of the vibrator.

My fucking name on her lips.

Even now, just the memory of it made my chest tighten and my skin burn. Her sounds had been real. Fucking real. They’d reverberated through me like a damn symphony, every gasp, every broken plea wrapping around my throat and squeezing. Bianca’s noises? They were pale imitations.

I moved harder, faster, trying to block it out, trying to focus on the present. Pushing two fingers into her soppy cunt, curling my fingers in beside my dick—just the way she liked it.

Her hazel eyes grew wide, and Bianca arched beneath me. Her moans grew higher, pussy growing wetter. Warmer. Sucking me in and caressing me—but it all felt so fucking flat. Her legs wrapped tighter around me, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, but none of it mattered. It wasn’t Lina. It could never be Lina. Lina was nineteen fucking years old.Linawas my best friend’sdaughter.What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Adrian,” Bianca gasped again, her voice grating at my ears.

“You like that?” I growled, fucking her harder as if that would bring me back to this moment instead of the one in my head. Her movements grew more frantic, the sounds of her wet pussy filling the room. It still didn’t feel like enough. “You want me to cum, Bianca?”

“Please,” she begged, arching up. “Cum in me, Adrian, I want to feel you cum in me.”

I clenched my jaw, sweat dripping down my face as frustration built inside me like a dam about to burst. I shouldn’t be thinking about Lina. I shouldn’t be remembering the curve of her lips, the way her dark eyes burned with mischief and hunger. I shouldn’t be picturing her in those ridiculous heels that made her legs look endless. Shouldn’t be picturing how fucking gorgeous she’d look spread out beneath me, heels cutting into my skin. I’d let her wear them while I fucked her. I knew how much she loved them.

I groaned, low and guttural, the sound tearing from my chest like a man being dragged under. Bianca’s breath hitched, her nails scoring across my back in what I assumed was a triumph. But I wasn’t here—not really. I was back in that hallway, hearing Lina’s voice break into desperate, breathless cries that echoed in my mind long after I’d walked away. My name, she’d moaned.My. Fucking. Name—and then, suddenly, I wasn’t imagining her anymore. The door creaked, and my focus snapped toward that sound. My rhythm stuttered, my eyes drawn to parted lips that didn’t belong to Bianca.

Lina.

Fuck, what was she doing?

She stood there, her silhouette sharp against the dim light spilling in from the hall. Her dark eyes were wide, her face pale, and for a split second, raw emotion twisted her features—shock, anger, jealousy. Pure fucking heat. My chest locked up, every muscle in my body coiling like a live wire.

“Fuck,” I muttered, the word ripped from my throat as my body betrayed me. Release crashed into me, sudden and violent, my groan breaking free as I buried my face in my arm as my body toppled on Bianca’s.

Bianca stilled beneath me, her body going rigid as she realized I was done—and she wasn’t.

“Wait- what thehell,Adrian?” she snapped,whined, as she shoved at my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?! You didn’t even…” She trailed off, her head turning toward the doorway. The moment she spotted Lina, her jaw dropped.

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