Page 26 of Bastard Prince
“You didn’t?” He looked surprised. “Well, then,” he grasped my other leg, prying them apart and settling his hips between them, “let me see what you did wear, shall we?”
This time, he didn’t wait for an answer, and I held my breath in anticipation of what he would find.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned, his fingers digging harder into my thighs. “Francesca Argenti, you naughty girl.”
As he leaned in, I could feel his breath against my hot, naked flesh, and I shivered involuntarily.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been here all night, talking to the fuckin’mayorlike it’s no big deal, and all this time, you’ve been naked under here?”
As he spoke, he ran the backs of his fingers over my swollen pussy, teasing me a with feather light touch. I thrust my hips up, trying to get more friction, more contact, justmoreof Enzo, but he moved away, his other hand dropping to my hip to hold me still.
“Now,” he said, his mouth dropping close to my ear, “as much as I would like to remind you of all the reasons that teasing me is a bad idea, I am more than ready to get the hell out of this fuckin’ social nightmare and back to the shadows of my clubs where I belong.”
I smiled, knowing that I was just as bound to those shadows as he was, and that the more time I spent wrapped in the darkness, the more I liked it.
“But, first,” he said, sliding his hands even farther under my dress, “I’m gonna fuck my wife like she deserves.” With that, he lined up and thrust home, his cock sliding deep and filling me in all the right ways. I moaned, tossing my head back as he withdrew almost to the end, then slammed in again, rattling the legs of the table beneath me. Enzo grasped one of my thighs and hooked it around his hip, the other arm he wrapped around my shoulders, supporting me and holding me to him as he delivered thrust after devastating thrust, making me fight to keep up. I looped one hand behind his neck, desperate for an anchor, and I stared into his eyes as he drove me quickly up and up. Each powerful stroke forced another grunt out of me as he fucked me hard and fast, exactly like he promised.
“Come on, Francesca,” he ground out, teeth clenched with the effort. “Give it to me. Come for me, baby.”
He slid his free hand between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, circling the little bud mercilessly. I was so close, digging my nails in to the back of his neck as I gave him everything I had, rolling my hips in time with his movements. With a knowing smirk, Enzo shifted his position and angled his thrust so he hit me even deeper, while at the same time, he pinched my clit tight between two fingers.
I came, hard, opening my mouth to scream but no sound escaped. My eyes rolled back, and it was all I could do to stay upright.
“Fuck, yes!” Enzo rasped out, his movements stuttering as he reached his own peak.
For a moment, we were both still, each lost in our own blissful limbo somewhere between conscious and unconscious, with nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing in the darkened room. As I started to come back to my senses, I sat up, forcing Enzo to back away from me, dislodging him from inside me in the process.
That was when I realized what we had missed; forgotten in the rush of our frenzy to fuck, neither of us had remembered to use a condom.
I was about to say something—what, I wasn’t sure—when suddenly, Enzo, his pants back in place and his belt secure, turned his head to the side, listening intently. I hopped down from the table—which I quickly learned was a mistake, thanks to gravity—but he raised a hand, and I froze, listening, too. It was only a moment before I heard what he had; footsteps, heavy and rapid, approaching our little sanctuary along the same terrace we had used.
Moving back toward the door, Enzo gestured for me to be quiet, and we slowly approached the heavy black curtain, the only thing blocking us from view to whoever was outside the still-open terrace door.
“This is bullshit,” came a frantic voice. “You can’t just approach me like this. In public. What would people say?” The man who was speaking was clearly pissed, but in a panicked sort of way, and I could just picture him throwing his arms around like a drama queen as he talked.
“I will approach you whenever the fuck I feel like it,councilman,” came the next voice, and this one I had no trouble placing: Gregor Belikov.
I shot a look to Enzo, and he frowned, but leaned closer to the door, trying to hear better.
“You need to remember who is in control of this situation, Wilson, and you need to remember just what happens if you fuck with me.”
Wilson? I wondered if he meant Councilman Donald Wilson, a sniveling little rat-faced man with the thinning hair that I had met earlier tonight.
I rolled my eyes; it was always the balding ones.
“Jesus, Greg, I know. Okay? I know. But, fuck. What the hell am I supposed to do? You want a seat on the council, you have to run in the election, just like everyone else. I can’t just get someone fired. They are elected officials; this has to be done through the proper channels.”
Well, shit. That wasn’t news I was interested in hearing. Having friends in high places was one thing; Enzo had clearly been cultivating his relationship with the mayor and his wife for years. But having enemies in high places was not something anyone enjoyed, and if what we were hearing was true, then it was looking more and more like that would be Enzo’s reality sooner rather than later.
The way he clenched his jaw told me he was having the same thoughts as I was and was even more pissed about them.
“You Americans and your bureaucratic red tape,” Gregor scoffed.
“Aren’t you American?”
“Close enough, yeah?” The sound of a lighter catching, followed by the distinct smell of tobacco let me know someone had just lit a smoke. “I’m not asking you to fire anyone, Donny,” Gregor went on, his voice distorted by his held breath, indicating he was the smoker. “All I need is for you to take him out for the night, get him to have a good time. Once you’ve got him nice and drunk, I’ll handle the rest.”
“You—” Donald seemed conflicted. “You’re not gonna kill him, are you?”
