Page 45 of Vincenzo
His hips rise as if he can’t get enough of me. This feral atmosphere between the two of us is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s demanding. All-consuming. Animalistic and raw.
I lick my finger and bring it back down to my clit, rubbing it in circles just the way I like. As I increase the pressure and he increases the cadence of his gun sliding in and out of me, the buildup in my core becomes too much.
“I… I’m going to come, Enzo,” I stammer out, unable to control the heated wave of pleasure about to burst through me.
“Fucking hell. I a-am too,” he groans out.
Enzo’s shallow breaths are in sync with mine. Together, we’re a hot mess of tongue-tied, barely able to get a word out human beings who are finally giving into the sexual tension that’s been trapping us in this crazy longing of desire for one another.
It’s as if Enzo knows exactly what my body needs in this moment, because all at once, he increases his thrusts in and out of my pussy, squeezes my breast while rolling my nipple in between his fingers, and just when I think the sensations couldn’t get any better, he bites down on my neck, throwing me into a frenzied state of mind I don’t ever want to come out of.
My head falls back on his shoulder, the tingling waves take over my body, and I let out a moan of ecstasy. A second later, Enzo lets out this deep guttural groan that vibrates straight through me, only increasing the pleasure he’s given me.
After we finally slow our movements against each other, bringing them to a stop, Enzo removes his gun from my pussy. Iturn so I’m looking at him, and his eyes are trained on the metal piece as he brings it to his open mouth.
The sight would probably disturb anyone else, but watching Enzo suck his gun clean of me has me nearly begging for another release.
“I’ve been dying for another taste of you,” he says, but before I’m able to respond, the door to his office bursts open.
Jumping out of his lap, I quickly pull down my skirt and straighten my top and blazer.
“What the fuck is your problem?” says a loud, familiar voice.
Whipping around, I make eye contact with Carlos, whose heated glare is pinned on mine. Rocco pushes him forward even though Carlos tries to shove him off.
“I’m fucking here, alright, so keep your hands off me,” Carlos yells to an unwavering Rocco.
I drop my gaze to Enzo who’s still sitting on the couch, and my lips rise into a smirk when I’m reminded of why he hasn’t shot up at the intrusion.
After clearing his throat, Enzo rises from the couch and runs his hands down his pants, clearly adjusting himself.
He’s lucky he’s wearing black slacks, or what just happened between the two of us would be a lot more embarrassing for him.
Turning around, Enzo says, “I got it from here” to Rocco, excusing him from the room.
Once Rocco shuts the door, Enzo brings his attention to Carlos who keeps looking back and forth between the two of us.
“Why don’t you come take a seat,” Enzo says to him. He places a hand on my arm, pushing us back to make space for Carlos on the couch.
“What the fuck is this?” Carlos grinds out.
“Take a seat,” Enzo says again, but this time, his tone carries a hint of authority.
“And I said, what the fuck is this?” Carlos snaps.
Snapping at a man holding a gun who doesn’t like you is definitely a choice.
Enzo takes his Glock and aims it at Carlos, and says, “Sit. Down.” This time the threat in his tone comes across loud and clear, and Carlos begrudgingly abides, walking around the couch and taking a seat.
I sneak a glance at Enzo whose lip is drawn up into a smirk, and it doesn’t go past me that Carlos is sitting in the very spot Enzo and I just came on.
“What’s this all about?” Carlos asks, staring at me.
“Honestly,” I say, looking between him and Enzo, who has finally lowered his weapon, “I had no idea you were going to be here.”
“Why am I beginning to not believe a word you say, Amalia? You’re here fraternizing with the fucking enemy, so why should I believe you knew nothing about them dragging my ass here in the middle of the night?”
“Hey, meathead,” Enzo calls out.
