Page 4 of Her Mafia Enforcer

“I can see that,” he whispered, his voice a low hum of desire. “You don’t play games lightly.”

“No,” I responded softly, leaning in just a fraction more. “I play to win.”

His eyes dipped to my lips for a fleeting moment before returning to meet my eyes. There was a flash of temptation, a battle fought between restraint and indulgence. But I had him on a leash, every word carefully chosen, every touch calculated.

“And tonight?” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “What’s the game?”

I stepped back, the slightest distance between us, a tease more potent than any touch. “Tonight?” I repeated softly, the smile lingering on my lips. “I’m just looking for some fun. You look like you’d be a good time. Will you?”

“I could make you forget your name,” Enzo murmured, startling a laugh out of me. Somehow, I doubted that. His smirk faltered for a second, his mind racing as he tried to regain control. But the uncertainty was there, shadowing his confident demeanor. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Being in control? Every second,” I admitted, my voice silky. “Do you like having a woman in control, Enzo?”

Enzo’s breath hitched once again, his cocky facade slipping further. He was playing by my rules now, each moment feeding into the tension between us. His cocky grin was fading, replaced by something more primal, more hungry.

“I’m not used to losing control,” he admitted, his voice rough with the edge of desire.

I let out a soft laugh, my eyes gleaming with amusement. “Don’t worry, Enzo. I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

The line between control and surrender blurred, the air thick with the tension of what was to come. Enzo’s smirk returned, sharper now, but his darkened eyes told a different story—one where the chase had already begun.

“I think I’ll enjoy this more than you expect,” he whispered, his voice promising as he leaned to brush his lips against mine.

Pulling away, I dragged my eyes across his body. “We’ll see.” I turned to walk away, only glancing back with an arched brow and a, “Coming?”

“I plan to,” he answered, his eyes locked on my legs.

Good.

Enzo exhaled sharply, a shiver running through him, but he followed without hesitation. Such a good little soldier.

When we reached Adrian’s office, the tension was almost palpable. I pushed the door open, revealing the space—my favorite space and a stark contrast to the chaos of the club outside. Enzo hesitated, his confidence wavering just slightly. His eyes scanned the room. “Are you sure we should be in here?”

“Please, Adrian hardly even comes in during the fights,” I scoffed, grabbing him by the collar and kicking the door closed behind us. “Now, where were we?” I purred, pushing him against Adrian’s desk. I’d lost count of how many times I’d pictured myself on it, Adrian thrusting between my thighs.

Enzo’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his pulse hammering beneath my fingers. I watched him carefully, savoring the shift in control. The cocky smirk had faded, replaced by something raw—something far more vulnerable. I let my hand glide lower, feeling the firmness of him beneath the fabric, my fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants.

“Impressive,” I whispered, my voice a soft tease. I allowed my lips to curve into a slow smile. “Big, too,” I added, watching the way his body tensed beneath my touch.

He exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the edge of Adrian’s desk as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. His breath was shallow and uneven. His eyes fluttered, looking down, then flicking up to meet my stare—searching for control, for a way to regain it.

I leaned in closer, my breath grazing the skin of his neck. “I wonder,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry, “how much of this you can handle.”

“Anything you give me,” he answered honestly, breathlessly, as I unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to reveal his ruddy cock. He was hard, the tip already wet with his precum.

“Promises, promises,” I murmured, curiously swiping my finger across his slit. His hips jerked, cock slipping away. I couldn’t help but pout, last night’s lie repeating in my mind. I hadn’t seen anyone else’s dick. Just Adrian’s… and now Enzo’s.

Getting onto my knees, I made space between his thighs, meeting Enzo’s heated stare as I leaned forward.

Slowly, my tongue traced the head of him, teasing him. Enzo’s breath hitched, a quiet groan slipping past his lips. His body reacted instantly, betraying the facade of confidence he had once worn so effortlessly. I sucked him in, my nose wrinkling at the taste. Salty… sour. Not my favorite, but I could do it for just a bit longer.

Enzo’s hand reached out to grasp my hair. “Swallow me deeper,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I pulled away, shaking my head. “I’m in control,” I teased, sucking on him again as curses spewed from his lips—but just as the tension reached its peak, the door slammed open, shattering the moment.

Adrian.

“What. The.Fuck.Are. You Doing?” He gritted out, his eyes nearly black from anger. I arched a brow, and his jaw clenched tightly, his fists trembling at his sides.

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