Page 2 of Merciless Oath

“Enzo,” I wail, thrusting my hips up none too subtly.

“Yes, Lenny? Can I help you with something?”

“You can stop calling me Lenny,” I huff, squirming as his fingers dig deeper into the delicate skin of my hips. “And you can fucking eat me out already.”

His rich, warm laugh booms around the studio, bouncing off the empty walls. I feel like I’m inside the core of Enzo’s soul when he laughs, and it feels safe—like home. I thrust my hips petulantly one more time for comedic effect, and he grins, disarming me with his dimples.

“Since you’ve made such anarticulateargument, I shall oblige,” he says happily and dives between my thighs. Moans of pleasure escape my lips, so low and wild that I’m almost embarrassed. When I hear him match my feral noises, the shame easily slips away.

And that’s the way it always is with Enzo. He never makes me feel bad about any part of myself—whether that’s acting hysterical for his love or having an emotional outburst that’s decidedly not mafia style.

I come fully undone as his tongue explores every single inch of me, delving inside and circling my most sensitive spots. My orgasm builds even more quickly when I drop my head to the side and catch a glimpse of us in the full-length mirrors surrounding the room.

My pale, milky skin against Enzo’s glowing golden limbs looks so erotic that I can’t take my eyes off the sight. I watch the muscles in his back ripple and tense as he pumps a finger, then two inside me. My hips rise off the floor, and he looks down at me proudly.

“Good girl, you’re so close,” he breathes, licking his lips. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”

I whimper as the euphoria swirls and twirls across my insides like a kaleidoscope of butterflies.I fucking love this man so much. How am I ever going to live without him?

“Come for me, love,” he whispers as his fingers stroke that glorious, sensitive spot inside me.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming and move my hips wildly, but Enzo holds on tight. When my insides feel like they’ve been lit on fire, I explode, falling limp onto the floor. Stars spin in my eyes as I gasp for breath. Enzo grins down at me and moves to rise.

“Where the hell,” I gasp, pulling him back toward me, “do you think you’re going?”

“I just came to make you come,” he whispers and tucks my hair behind my ear. I groan in frustration and tackle him with all my strength. He goes down pretty easily, his laugh reverberating around the room.

Even though I’m deeply exhausted, I slide down his length, straddling him as he moans in ecstasy.

I never know when I’ll see him next—or last. I’ll take everything I can get tonight.

CHAPTER ONE

Enzo

“You’regonna be the fucking death of me, kid.”

I stare up at Rafael’s sweaty face, his mouth set in a grim line. I grimace, wondering for the millionth time why the hell I signed up for this. I’m more of a computers-and-fast-cars type of guy—not a crushing-random-strangers’-skulls-in-dank-basements guy.

“Try again,” Rafael mutters, toeing the line between encouraging and menacing.

Fuck. You got this. You need to do this.

I square my shoulders and puff out my chest, trying to fool myself into believing I have what it takes to rearrange this man’s face. The poor fool we picked up tonight sits in front of me, shaking and bleeding, tied to an old wooden chair.

I don’t even know his name, but Rafael assured me it’s better this way.

“Tell me who you work for,” I growl, imitating Rafael’s surly, gravelly voice. “Now.”

The man slowly opens one eye and trains it on my face. His other eye is barely attached to the rest of him. It takes all my strength not to throw up when I see it.

He opens his mouth, blood gushing from his split lip, and for a second, I think he’s going to answer me.

“Pathetic,” he whispers, dropping his head down onto his chest. I glance back at Rafael helplessly and catch sight of an angry vein throbbing in his forehead.

Am I going to inherit that ugly, angry, throbbing vein when I become a mafia don?I fucking hope not.

“Enzo.” Rafael spits out my name like a curse. “Hallway.”

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