Page 123 of Ruined By Blood
His other hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back, forcing my eyes to stay locked on his. The intensity there isterrifying, exhilarating. He owns me in this moment, body and soul.
I whimper, my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my body moving instinctively against his, seeking more. He growls his approval, the sound vibrating against my skin where his chest presses against mine.
His thrusts become deeper, harder, more urgent. It’s raw, primal, a collision of need and control. He’s driving me relentlessly towards the edge. My orgasm starts to crest, a tidal wave building inside me, impossible to hold back.
“Enzo!” My cry is ragged, desperate.
His name seems to shatter his control entirely. His eyes blaze, fierce and possessive. “Come for me, bella. Now.”
His command is the trigger. My body convulses around him, clenching hard, spasming uncontrollably. The pleasure is blinding, obliterating thought, burning through every nerve ending. Just as my inner walls clamp down on him in pulsing waves, his hips jerk, a harsh groan tearing from his throat.
He presses deep, burying himself fully inside me as his own release hits. I feel the hot pulse of him through the thin latex barrier, the rhythmic clenching of his powerful body as he comes, shuddering against me, his forehead pressed hard to mine, his breath ragged gasps against my lips.
He holds himself deep inside me as we ride out the waves together, trembling against each other, utterly spent. We stay locked together for long moments, breathing harshly, hearts pounding a frantic rhythm against each other’s skin.
Sienna's warm body curls against mine, her breathing soft and steady. The weight of her head rests on my chest, her hair spilling across my skin like liquid silk. The cabin feels like our own private world, a fortress against reality.
"Can I ask you something?" Her voice breaks the peaceful silence, vibrating against my chest.
I run my fingers through her hair, savoring how she doesn't flinch from my touch anymore. "Anything, piccola."
She shifts, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. Those ice-blue eyes search my face, curious yet hesitant. "How come there's no woman in your life? I mean, before me?" A flush creeps up her cheeks. "You're..." her hand gestures vaguely at my body, "...you. It seems impossible nobody claimed you."
A bitter laugh escapes before I can stop it. The question digs at old wounds I've kept buried.
"Someone tried once." My jaw tightens. "It didn't end well."
Sienna waits, patient and still. She doesn't push, doesn't demand. Just watches with those eyes that see too much.
"Her name was Caterina." The name tastes like ash on my tongue. "I was young, still proving myself to Damiano and the family. She was..." I search for the right words. "Beautiful. Smart. Everything I thought I wanted."
Sienna's fingers trace patterns on my chest, a gentle encouragement.
"I fell hard. Too hard." I stare at the ceiling, the memories sharp and clear despite the years. "She was the daughter of a business associate. Off-limits, technically, but I didn't care. For six months, I thought I'd found something real."
"What happened?" Sienna whispers.
"She played me." The words come out colder than I intend. "Got close to learn our operations, our weaknesses. Fed everything back to her father, who was working with the Baldini family to take our territory."
Sienna's hand stills on my chest. "She betrayed you."
"Completely." I crack my knuckles, an old habit when memories of that time surface. "Her father tried to have Damiano killed. Nearly succeeded." My hand moves unconsciously to the scar on my abdomen from the bullet I took that night. "I found out later she knew about the hit. Kept me distracted while they moved against my brother."
"Did you..." Sienna hesitates, clearly wondering if Caterina is still breathing.
"No." I meet her eyes. "Not personally. But the Baldinis and her father's organization don't exist anymore. We made sure of that."
"And Caterina?"
"Disappeared. Left the country." My mouth twists. "Smart move on her part."
Sienna's quiet for a long moment, processing. "So you decided never to let anyone close again."
It's not a question, but I answer anyway. "Trust is a luxury in my world, piccola. I trust my family. I trust a handful of men who've proven themselves." I brush mythumb across her cheek. "And now, against every instinct I have, I trust you."
"Why me?" The vulnerability in her voice cuts through me. "After being betrayed like that, why risk it with someone else?"
I pull her closer, needing her warmth against me. "Because you're nothing like her. Nothing you've done has been calculated or false." My hand slides down to trace the scars on her back, a map of her survival. "You're the most honest person I've ever met, Sienna. Even when you were hiding things, you never lied about who you are."
