Page 78 of Savage Enemy

Had to be her twin—motherfucker had used the injury to hurt her. When I got my hands on that prick, he wouldn’t beg for mercy. He would beg me to send him to hell.

First, I needed Val to be safe.

She peered over her shoulder, her bright eyes pleading with me. For so many reasons.

I needed to be inside her. She needed me there.

Without bothering to go in easy, I rammed my cock deep inside her with one harsh thrust.

My girl wanted to be fucked hard, and my own impatience would serve as a lingering reminder for her. I wanted her to feel me for days. I wanted her to know, if the shit with her brother didn’t work out, I would come back for her.

My eyeballs rolled back. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Christ.”

The way her tight little pussy gripped onto my cock became everything. And it confirmed all that she’d just said.

I went still to collect myself and give her a second to adjust. Then she arched her spine, her hands still on the wall, and rocked back onto me, taking what she wanted.

Sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Her pretty ass bounced against my hips as she took everything I gave her. I couldn’t resist the temptation—I slapped that ass. She deserved to be spanked. For all the lies. For not obeying me the first time when I commanded her to say she was mine.

Val moaned into it, pushing back harder, moving her hips faster, gliding up and down my cock. I gripped her hips and met her thrusts with mine while she rode my cock like she owned it, demanding and taking her pleasure.

At that moment, I finally saw her. All of her.

No masks, no pretenses.

This girl wasn’t the gorgeous, foul-mouthed barista I’d fallen for as a young man. Not even the fiery mama bear who captivated me as a grown man. This was my beautiful Valentina, the real woman who’d hidden behind a mask for so long. So much more than I’d ever given her credit for.

Fire and vengeance.

An unyielding mafia princess made to conquer the world. A survivor, thriving where most would have curled up and died.

Smart, sexy, powerful. My perfect match in every way.

This woman didn’t belong in a coffee shop or PTA meeting. Valentina was meant to rule with an iron fist by my side.

The first true Vignali queen.

Mine.

No one would ever convince me that God himself hadn’t made Valentina Moscatelli for me. Only me.

I loved watching that ass bounce on my cock, but I needed more. I needed to see her face when I made her come on me. I needed to see those brilliant eyes and feel her lips against mine when I filled her with my cum.

I swung her around, so she faced me, and pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her, then I slammed my cock into her.

She parted her swollen lips, her red lipstick smeared around her mouth, and ripped off her mask. She paused and stared into my eyes, demanding more.

I traced my fingers over her lips. Val leaned into my hand, her gaze still locked on mine as she closed her mouth around my fingers and sucked them clean. Then she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my mouth back to hers.

She wanted control. Maybe one day I would let her play that game, but not here. Not now. She’d fought me too damn hard to give her that indulgence so soon.

With one hand, I grabbed both her gloved wrists and pinned them above her head. With my other, I fondled her breasts, loving the way her pussy tightened, squeezing my cock when I rolled her sensitive nipples.

Not many women could survive what Val had gone through and come out the other side stronger, bolder, and fueled by a hotter fire. No other woman could take my cock like she did.

I didn’t care what I had to do, who I had to kill, how many houses or cities I had to burn to the motherfucking ground.

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