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Her crotchless panties leave her glistening, pink pussy fully exposed.

I’m in fucking heaven.

“Did you buy these for me?” I groan, my palm connecting with her ass once more when she remains silent. Her muffled moans in response are music to my ear.

“Yes..Sir,” she breathes softly. Her face is buried in the comforter, trying to drown out her moans with the sheets. She pushes her ass back presenting herself to me, so I spread her round cheeks apart and reveal the opening in her panties. I slowly lick along her wet cunt, savoring her exquisite taste.

“You taste like mine,” I say, wrapping my lips around her clit as I suck and lick. She’s a withering mess. I push two fingers into her tight, clenching pussy, stretching her entrance before I fuck her rough and hard.

I alternate my motions between licking and sucking on her pussy until I decide to spit on her puckered hole, as two fingers push in and out of her. Her muffled noises of pleasure only fuel my desire. Occasionally, I spank her, keeping her ass a beautiful shade of pink.

“Fuck Princess, I can’t wait to fuck this ass of yours.” I growl, spanking her one last time before returning my mouth to her sensitive clit. I suck and curl my fingers as I continue finger fucking her.

“Fucking come for me baby. Scream my name so this whole fucking house knows who you belong to,” I command and just like the perfect girl she is, she obeys. Her orgasm hits her hard and fast. But I don’t let her rest, I’m immediately on my knees behind her, thrusting my cock deep into her tight pussy.

The bed rocks as we move in unison. The sound of her muffled moans, my grunts of pleasure and the slap of skin on skin fills the rooms. It’s loud, raw and animalistic, just like us.

I grab the leash, and pull it back. Not hard but firm enough to lift her face from the covers that muffled her moans. The leather cat mask is still on her face and the lace bra on her body conceals her hardened nipples.

“You’re such a needy little slut.” I groan, “Dressing up in this sinfully sexy outfit. You’re my perfect fucking Pet.”

“Come with me, Enzo,” she begs.

“Mine,” I grunt, releasing into her wet, welcoming cunt.

Her body trembles against mine as we reach ecstasy together. She looks breathtakingly beautiful, even now with her hair disheveled. Her makeup smudged beneath the mask and her skin is a slight pink from where I gripped her and spanked her. My perfect fucking canvas. I wish I could paint this image and have the pictures plastered all over my home.

She’s fucking flawless and I’m hopelessly, irrevocably in love. There is no doubt in my mind that I would kill for her, that I would die for her. I would give her anything she asks. She has consumed me entirely.

Chapter 26

This is the goodbye I needed to claim before I leave. My family needs me, and as much as I know they’d do anything to help me, I know I’m making the right choice to watch them succeed. Even if it means sacrificing myself to kill Ricardo and Eduardo. What better way to do that than at my wedding. I’ll die trying if I fucking have to.

Enzo’s cum drips down my thighs as my legs tremble. He helps me up from my knees, his hand gently running up and down my thigh until his fingers reach my cunt, pushing his cum back inside me. Then he gives me another spank on my ass. When I meet his eyes, he’s licking his lips and smirking in a way that makes me putty in his hands.

“How are you feeling, baby?” He asks as he helps me out of my mask and collar. I frown at the loss of the collar around my neck. It’s weird just how much I love the feeling of being claimed like that. I’ve looked into BDSM and have watched plenty ofporn before Enzo. I’ve always been entranced by the collar, wanting to be publicly claimed. Being claimed by Enzo would be a dream come true.

I sigh in appreciation. “So good, and so wonderfully sore.” He’s always rough, and I love every second of it. He walks to my dresser, grabbing a bottle of lotion then positions me on my stomach to gently rub some on my ass. I wince at the initial pain, but I savor the contrast of his tender touch.

The sun still shines through the patio, and I groan, reluctant to get dressed. I don’t believe my family is back from the hospital, but we should probably get ready and head back to see how my father is doing.

Once we are dressed, we head towards the stairwell of my house. Enzo is walking in front of me, likely trying to avoid drawing attention to what just occurred between us. Downstairs, the living room is filled with hushed whispers - my brothers, members of the organization, along with Kai and Rocco all exchanging uneasy glances. Marcelo’s face is colder than usual, not revealing anything, while Rafa stands silently, a glass of tequila in one hand and a bottle of a different liquor with the other.

“What’s going on?” I ask. The facial expressions of the other men betraying them more than they intended. I know something is clearly wrong. My stomach sinks as my imagination races with more worst-case scenarios.Julian walks up to me and squeezes my shoulder before Marcelo confirms my deepest fears.

“Papa… he’s dead,” Marcelo’s voice is raspy like he had cried at one point since hearing the news. “He..” he swallows, “didn’t make it. The doctors tried everything.”

Tears well in my eyes as I silently grieve, and Julian instinctively wraps his arms around me tight. Marcelo and Rafa hold back the emotions from no longer having the only parent we had left even if we didn’t always agree. Julian’s expression is neutral, and unbothered.

It didn’t matter that I had been practically exiled from my father, even if we never grew close after the death of mama. I knew he couldn’t bear the constant reminder of what he lost. I knew that, and yet it doesn't lessen the pain. He was still my father. I still cherished the beautiful years we had together. I remember the man he used to be before he was filled with rage and despair. He didn’t get the chance to hear me say I loved him. I didn’t get to hear what I’ve wanted most in this life, to know he was proud of me. To know that he loved me even just a little.

Now on his last day on this earth, I willingly gave myself over to a man I can’t keep. I don’t regret a single moment of being defiled by Enzo but maybe I should have waited to be with a man that I knew would stay, no matter how much he claimed I was his. After all, I’m engaged, still promised to another.

Today will be difficult as we work on the paperwork needed to have our father’s body sent to Mexico, where he can be laid to rest next to our mother. At least I can take comfort in knowing that that is where my father will remain, finally reunited with the love of his life. Tombs in Mexico are different from those here in LA. In Mexico we celebrate the lives of our ancestors, but for now our family cannot travel, not until we’re certain there won’t be a war, which means we’ll have to say our final goodbyes the moment his casket is on the plane.

My eyes are dry but my brothers look completely uninterested as we sit through the church service to commemorate our father’s life, wishing that he has a peaceful rest in the afterlife. Usually, we would be attending a church service in Mexico before laying his body to rest inside the beautifully decorated tomb permanently. There is complete silence, I don’t even utter a single word. Instead, I say everything I’ve wanted to say every day of my life silently. I pour out every heartbreaking thought, every gut-wrenching question that I’ve kept bottled up inside because I was simply too afraid to express myself to my father.

How could you send me away?

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