Page 29 of Temptation: Discreet

I make my way back up his body, our naked bodies pressing together fit perfectly. I grind my aching, wet pussy against his thick cock, teasing him. With a growl, he grips my bottom, digging his fingertips into me as he lifts me just enough to align his cock to my entrance. I can feel my pussy stretch open for him as he slowly guides me down his shaft, inch by delicious inch.

“Fuck me, Catalina. Ride my cock like a good fucking girl,” he murmurs, his fingers trail down my back before settling back on my waist. Releasing my grip off his shoulders, I grasp the headboard for support. His hips thrust into me as I match his rhythm, his tongue caresses my sensitive, swollen nipples as he continues his torturous movements. Our sweat-slicked skin glides together as we move, his hands roaming my body while his stubbled jaw brushes my neck, leaving a slight burn behind.

At this moment, nothing else matters but the feel of his lean, hard muscles against my soft skin. This moment is one that I’ve embedded into my mind and soul, one that will forever be what I compare whatever future husband I end up having. I lose myself in the moment as I circle my hips and his thrusts meet mine, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the room. Fuck, do I wish I could keep him. I moan loudly, refusing to let the emotions that threaten to overwhelm me break free. With my eyes closed, stars burst behind my lids flashing through the darkness as I surrender in complete euphoria.

A cold tap on my face jolts my eyes wide open as my legs tremble. Enzo’s deep brown eyes bore into mine. “Eyes on me when you come, Catalina. I want you to see who destroyed you, who claimed you. You wear my marks all over your gorgeous fucking body, Princess.” His grip tightens on my waist, gently rubbing the finger marks that are already starting to bruise. I look into his brown eyes, mesmerized by the way they sparkle with the dim light as he watches me come in the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. My lips part as I moan through my release. It is not long before he follows, his cock twitches a few times before I feel him come deep inside me. He thrusts a few more times milking himself as my walls tighten around him. Leaning his forehead against mine for a moment, he places a sweet kiss on my temple before reluctantly lifting me from his lap. He sets me on the left side of the bed, then stands up and heads to the bathroom.

His warmth only disappears momentarily, when he returns, he caresses a warm cloth between my legs. I close my eyes as I feel the heat from the towel, when a cold liquid drips where my ass aches, “We'll have to do this again, I love seeing my marks on you,” he says gently, as he rubs the liquid over my sore skin, a stark contrast to the way he spanked me.

He knew exactly what I needed to get out of my own head, to escape my troubled thoughts and the reality that I’m being sold for the sake of my family. In this moment, even in restraints, I felt true control, power and that is something I’ll miss.

Chapter 23

The vibration coming from the nightstand jolts me awake, pulling me back to reality. The sunlight streams through the white curtains, gradually brightening the standard bedroom as the day begins. I groan, wishing I were back in my room that mostly keeps the sun away. I pull the covers over me, wincing at the pain on my ass as I try to make myself a little more comfortable. Enzo’s warmth has vanished, and I’m alone. The persistent buzzing continues on and off, for what feels like an eternity. I don’t bother checking at who it could be, I just want the incessant noise to stop.

1“Que carajos hiciste,” my father’s Spanish accent has me hesitating, completely freezing my movements all together. I try to gather my thoughts to come up with some excuse or apology.

“Father?” I question, knowing that was a stupid response but not being able to come up with something better.

“Puta madre, Catalina. You fucked up. Where are your brothers? What the fuck is happening over there?” He continues without giving me a moment to form words, “I’m going to L.A. You have 4 hours to fix this. You are getting married to Eduardo. Even if I have to drag you to the altar myself. Do I make myself clear? If I have to fix whatever shit you did, then you’re not going to fucking like it.”

Click. I hold onto the phone with a forceful grip for moments after the line goes dead. He didn’t even give me a chance to say a word before hanging up on me.

I lay back in bed, covering my body with a blanket, wishing like hell that I could just disappear before father comes barreling in and making me wish for a silent death.

Fuck.

Groaning, I remove the blanket and slip into Enzo’s shirt from yesterday before slowly making my way towards the kitchen. I pause when I see the sight of Enzo in just his boxer briefs, his muscles moving gracefully as he prepares food for us. And yet, he’s the only meal I want to devour. Walking towards me, he sets down a cup of coffee and a plate with eggs and bacon, then kisses my head, arching a questioning brow questioning what’s wrong.

“Father called. He’ll be in the states soon. We need to go back to LA.'' I whisper, allowing him to see the fear I have for my father. The fear that doesn’t seem to go away no matter how much I try to learn to defend myself to survive.

“I’ll be right next to you when he arrives. I will not allow him to hurt you,” he places an arm around me and tightens his hold while I try not to fall apart.

“He’s not the same, since mother… Sometimes he looks at me like he wishes I had been the one killed, and not her. Sometimes, I wish I had been.” I confess, he simply nods in understanding, his earthy scent comforting me. In these moments, I wish I could keep him. Forever by my side, and safely in his arms.

Enzo’s phone buzzes to life on the counter. We both lean in glancing at the name of my brother displayed in huge letters. He answers the call, and puts it on speaker, while still holding me in his arms.

“Julian.” He greets, then he places a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

“Enzo. We’re on our way back. Father called us letting us know that he was heading to LA. We’re on our way back but it’s an 8-hour flight. Stay away from the house until we are all home too. We don’t want him making any rash decisions when it comes to Catalina. We also need to talk about what occurred in Italy.” Julian responds.

“What is there to talk about? Rocco already confessed about his connection to Dario. We met him. We secured the alliance. Shit, I still can’t fucking believe it.” Enzo tightens his hold around me.

“There’s more to it than that. We’ll talk when I get back.” Julian hangs up the phone before Enzo gets a chance to say a word.. Maybe he didn’t want me to overhear?

“I want to see Sierra today,” I blurt out, fidgeting with my fingers. Losing all of the confidence I had last night. This is the repercussions that happens whenever I speak with my father. He makes me second guess my decisions. Every thought. Every feeling, as if I were still the 10-year-old girl that lost her mom.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I move from the kitchen realizing that the only thing I have is last night's dress.

“You look rather delicious in what you’re wearing now,” he growls, slowly stepping closer as I move back at the same pace. His stare is downright lethal, like he desperately wants to bend me over where I stand.

“Enzo,” I warn.

“Catalina,” he says possessively, "as much as I enjoy seeing you in my clothes, I had Rocco get you some new options. Check the closet.” He announces, leaving me stunned, speechless and confused. This man truly thinks of everything.

He walks me over to the bedroom closet, with his hand guiding me gently on my lower back. Flicking on the light, he reveals a closet full of clothes of every variety. I go through the clothes, touching every piece of luxurious fabric and checking the sizes. They are all brand new, each of them in my size and each piece are designer brands. This must have cost a small fortune..

“I’ll let you get ready, baby. We can take the helicopter back and get you to your friend. I’ll have Rocco ship the rest of the clothes back home” he smirks then walks out of the closet. Just leaving me there opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water.

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