Page 7 of Her Mafia Enforcer

I pulled back, letting Enzo’s dick drop in front of me, slick from my spit. My mouth dried, it looked so much bigger now that I’d had it in my mouth. Did that mean he was close?

I glanced up, met his heated stare, and swallowed hard, trying to push through the rising discomfort—in my throat from having him drag against the inside of it, and in my pussy from having Adrian’s fingers caressing my inner walls. Aches I’d never had, aches that made me feel so bad, and wonderful, and on edge.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice breathless as my body trembled against his hold.

“You don’t get to apologize,” Adrian said coolly, his grip inside my cunt tightening further. His other hand slipped lower, skimming my thigh as his fingers traced slow circles against my skin. Every touch, every movement, was deliberate. Calculated. As if he’d considered exactly what would drive me to the edge, and was intent on proving his theories in reality.

My pussy grew wetter at the thought, and he slipped further inside. He wasn’t even thrusting anymore, just putting all that pressure against my pussy and making me nervous. I could feel the liquid seeping down the inside of my thighs.

A sudden slap on my ass made my whole body clench and I yelped, landing further on Enzo’s lap as my skin burned.

“Did I say you could stop?” Adrian asked me, his voice cold. I shook my head,no.“Then put his cock back in your mouth and suck it, Lina. This is what you wanted, right?” The question was sharp, mocking. I sniffed, hating the taste and wanting more of Adrian, not Enzo—but maybe that was the point.

My fingers shook as I picked up Enzo’s dick, and opened my mouth, swallowing his head whole. It was silky with wetness, and only just fit. Would Adrian’s?

My mind dragged back to when I’d seen him last night, and I couldn’t help but compare. The thickness, the shape. Enzo’s dick was ruddy, but Adrian’s had been swollen and nearly purple. Like he’d been torturing himself, fucking himself ragged on Bianca.

More tears dripped down my cheeks as I looked up into Enzo’s eyes. He wasn’t even looking at me, his stare on Adrian. I couldn’t figure out if it was because he was scared, or if—just like Bianca, just like me—he couldn’t help but be captivated by those green eyes, and that smoky voice.

This time I bit him on purpose, dragging my teeth along the length of his dick, tasting blood on my tongue. “F-fuck,” he cried, his body jerking, his cock hitting the back of my throat and sinking deeper.

It serves him right.

“Is this what you wanted, Lina?” Adrian murmured, finally pulling his fingers out and thrusting them back in. They dragged, but the stretch was a little more bearable now and I clenched freely over his fingers as he pushed through my pussy folds again. He pulled out, trailing sticky fingers over my labia and clit, rubbing circles that made me shudder. I spread my legs wider, arching my hips up. “Is this enough for you?” he taunted, and I turned to glare at him, licking the side of Enzo’s cock.

His gaze grew sharper when he noticed me staring at him, and an ache started in my chest. Was this whathewanted? Another man’s cock in my mouth. Didn’thewant me?

This wasn’t going how I wanted it to, this felt more like a punishment than a claiming. I wanted him to claim me. Needed it—but I couldn’t resist the feel of him finally touching me.My body prickled with self-awareness, tension riding my spine, I lifted my hips with a moan. More… couldn’t he give me more?

“Look at you,” Adrian purred, amusement curling around every word, turning possession into something more mocking. Even with his fingers hooked on my pussy entrance, he was hiding from me.

“Are you still angry about Bianca, Lina?” he teased, the words digging into the hurt I felt last night. Anger and hurt warred in my chest, hatred brewing that he’d said her name while he was touchingme. “Still fighting the obvious?”

His hand was big enough that, when he wasn’t inside me, his thumb could put pressure on my clit at the same time that his fingers teased my entrance.

My mind wanted him, but I could feel the tension in my muscles fighting against him, and my slow mind started to wonder if he was teasing me like this on purpose. Stretching then pulling back, like he was getting me ready for something bigger and better.

Enzo’s bucking became more forceful, driven by his need to reach his peak, but his efforts only fueled my own building pleasure when it drove me back against Adrian’s palm. Sparks flickered across my vision each time his thumb bumped my clit a little more roughly than the last. The deeper he thrust, the more my body responded—my moans growing louder, my skin flush with heat.

He circled against my clit, coaxing the tension to snap and when I moaned, he pulled away and pushed his four fat fingers back inside my clenching pussy. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “Let go.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body trembled violently as waves of ecstasy overtook me, a broken moan slipping from my lips around Enzo’s cock. The orgasm rippled through me, my pussy squeezing tightly around his digits, shuddering through every nerve, every muscle.

Adrian’s control remained unbroken, his fingers coaxing me through the peak, prolonging the sensation until I was left breathless, gasping for air.

“Or are you enjoying this too much?” Adrian asked me, his voice soft. Venomous. His palm, caressing my spine, shoved me down as I sucked on Enzo. I choked, drool spilling out my lips as I gripped onto the desk to stop myself from falling. I couldn’t even remember what he’d been asking me before this, but anger pulsed where pleasure had been and I grew more and more furious that he was denying me the one thing I really wanted, the only thing I wanted. Him.

Snarling, I tried to spit Enzo out, intent on giving Adrian a piece of my mind—but he stopped me. As if sensing my next move, he pushed harder on my back, his words bitter and angry. “Don’t you fucking dare, Lina. You wanted him, you got him. You’re not stopping until you fucking swallow.”

Moaning my complaint, I buried myself in Enzo, sucking on him with a fervor that had his thighs trembling. Choked moans spilled from his mouth, and Enzo swore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck… Don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop,” he begged, his dick throbbing on my tongue. So I didn’t.

The friction between my teeth and his skin, the slip of his length gliding down my throat, ignited another fire deep inside me. My breaths became uneven, short gasps that shook through my body as the building tension threatened to consume me.

My cheeks hollowed and I sucked for all I was worth until he threw back his head and shouted my name, his release spilling on my tongue. Bitter and salty, and not Adrian.

“Swallow,” Adrian reminded me as I gagged, his tone dark, cold, yet lazy, like his movements… like the thumb he’d pushed back against my clit. I couldn’t disobey him, not when his voice took on that silken tone. Not when his hands reached up, and brushed my nipples. “Fucking swallow it, Lina.”

So I did, and that didn’t get the taste out. Enzo’s cum coated everything, from my tongue to my lips. It tainted my breath, made my stomach squirm.

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