Page 23 of Chaos & Carnage

“You don’t need to say anything. I didn’t say it to put you on the spot or make you feel bad. I just needed you to know.”

His eyes search mine, and seeing the truth in my words, he dips his head and captures my lips in the sweetest kiss we’ve shared yet. Just one more way in which he shows his love for me. Our tongues clash, his lips hungrily devouring mine, and the entire time he remains unmoving inside of me.

We’re both gasping for breath by the time we pull apart, before he rests his forehead against mine and his eyes are all I can see as I stare into them. “I love you, too.”

I can see he means it. Hefeelsit, and I know I said I didn’t need to hear the words, but hearing him acknowledge it, accept that he’s capable of feeling love, is the best present I could ever receive.

A tear slips from the corner of my eye, running down the side of my face until it gets lost in my hair. Neither of us looks away as he starts up a slow rhythm that feels as bone-deep as if he were slamming into me with hard thrusts. In our cocoon of love, it doesn’t take long until I come apart, and Dante follows me over the edge, my name on his lips murmured like a prayer.

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I’ve just slipped into the bathroom for a shower when I hear Enzo come up the stairs. I pause to listen as he enters the bedroom, hearing him grumble, “It smells like sex in here.”

I don’t hear Dante’s muttered reply before I turn to face the mirror hanging over the vanity. I scan over my naked body, but instead of seeing the darkening bruises and lacerations from my crash, I see the flush on my chest, the forming hickeys and bite marks, the glassiness in my eyes, and the smile that looks nothing like mine. I look like a girl in love who has just been thoroughly fucked—which is precisely what I am.

Turning away from the mirror, I switch on the shower, and when the water is warm enough, I step under the spray. Tilting my head back, I let the water splash over my face and run into my hair as I thread my fingers through the wet strands.

Hearing the creak of the door opening, I crack open an eye, peering through the steam as I watch Enzo undress.

“Who says you can just invade my very important shower time?” I joke as he steps into the shower.

“I do,” he growls, his voice coming out low and strained. I lift my eyes to his, noticing the tick in his jaw. “If he can steal your last few minutes of sleep, then I can claim your shower time for my own.”

“Is that so?” My voice is a seductive purr as I glance up at him through my wet eyelashes.

With a nod, he states, “It is. Now turn around, Spitfire. Hands on the wall and legs spread.”

You don’t have to tell me twice. With a longing sweep of his toned, muscular body, noting his hard cock jutting out in front of him, I turn and do as I’m told. Anticipation thrums through me as I stare at the wall, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. Since Enzo and I haven’t had much chance to explore each other yet, it’s all so new and exciting, and I want to know exactly what type of man he will be in bed when we’re alone—no prying eyes of Giovanni’s inner circle, no sharing me with Dante. Just us.

My body hums, coming to life like a flower exposed to the sun as he runs a finger down the center of my spine before trailing it over the curve of my ass and slipping between my thighs.

“Such a dirty girl,” he whispers in a husky voice when he slides his finger along my slit, finding the remnants of mine and Dante’s fun in his absence.

“Well, someone didn’t give me time to shower.”

His lips place a kiss at the juncture where my shoulder meets my neck. “I like you all dirtied up for me.”

His filthy words and raw tone send a shiver of desire trickling down my spine.

“Since Dante got you all warmed up for me…” Rather than finishing that sentence, he eliminates the space between us, his cock nudging at my entrance before he tilts his hips and easily slides all the way into me.

“Oh, god,” I groan, pushing my ass back against him.

“Fuuuuck,” he hisses, resting his forehead against my shoulder and taking several deep breaths as he struggles to get himself under control.

There’s nothing but the running of the shower as we both stand there, drinking in the moment. I can feel the hammering of his heart against my back, the tense inhales of his breaths, the tight feel of him inside me.

“God, Sawyer.” The awe in his voice makes my knees weaken. “You’re… God, you’re everything, do you know that?”

Bathing in the light of his reverence, I roll my hips, encouraging him to move. He hisses between his teeth but gives a testing thrust. We both moan, and he repeats the action, building up to a hard rhythm that soon has me plastered against the shower wall. His hands move to cover mine, our fingers intertwined as he fucks me into the wall, sending us both crashing headfirst into a blistering orgasm.

When I come down, he gently turns me around, his touches light and caring as he grabs the shampoo bottle and begins massaging it into my hair. When he’s done with that, he moves on to cover my body in suds before washing everything off. When we’re both clean, he turns off the water and grabs a towel, wrapping it around me.

It’s only then that I hear the voices beyond the door, straining to make out who it is. Enzo must hear them, too, as he moves to open the door a crack, allowing Cain’s deep rumble to reach our ears.

“Guess our little break from reality is over,” he sighs.

“Yeah, but it was pretty good while it lasted,” I jest with a smile.

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