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His gaze found mine while his mouth lowered to my breasts again. Ever so slowly, he licked and sucked, making the heat spread to every part of my body.
I rocked forward tentatively and a grunted “Fuck” slipped from his lips.
His heated gaze lowered down to where we were connected and I started moving, rolling my hips and shuddering with each motion. My clit ground against him, drawing whimpers and moans from my throat.
He nipped my breasts, then moved to suck and bite my neck roughly. Almost as if he were marking me.
“Penelope,” he moaned in my ear with a husky need I felt in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve waited so long for you.”
I froze for a second, but his roaming hands distracted me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair to angle my head for a deep kiss, while his other hand gripped the flesh at my hips to force me to grind against him harder.
I let my body take over, rolling my hips so my pussy bounced up and down the full length of his shaft.
Enzo slapped my ass as he thrust up, filling me, while his mouth was everywhere: on my neck, my breasts, my nipples.
I couldn’t take it anymore; I came so hard my whole body trembled and I nearly collapsed onto his sweat-soaked chest. It felt like lightning struck as the orgasm washed over me with the intensity of an avalanche. Unstoppable. Unforgettable.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, nipping at my earlobe.
I didn’t get any more warning before he flipped me onto my back, folded my knees against his chest, and began to thrust into me again. His eyes locked with mine, he slammed into me, hard and ruthless. My fingers gripped the sheets as my breasts bounced, our eyes looking down to where he entered me.
“Mine,” he claimed as my hips rolled under him.
He swallowed my moans and whimpers with his mouth while the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bedroom with an obscene eroticism.
His grip on my hip became bruising, tension radiating from him.
Another climax built. Violent and consuming, this time.
I wrapped my hands around my husband, clawing at his back as he thrust in and out, not giving me a break from the delicious assault.
“I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me,” he growled in my ear, then sought out my lips. His heartbeat raced against mine while his pelvis ground against my clit.
And I came again, so hard that my pussy strangled his cock. He thrust through my orgasm, once, twice, three times and he erupted inside me with a shudder.
He slumped on top of me, the warmth of his body a heavy blanket and his musky scent that of a familiar lover.
Our breaths filled the silence.
Full of contentment. Full of bliss. Full of?—
“Figlio di puttana.” You son of a bitch.
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ENZO
Penelope sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest and glaring at me like I’d just killed her favorite pet rather than given her the best orgasm of her life.
“It was you!” she breathed, eyes wide as she stared at my single thorned rose tattoo, then at my vintage Rolex around my wrist. She scooted away from me like I had a disease, her fury like a hot brand. “You’re my masked stranger. You tricked me.”
Fuck! I’d hoped I would have more time to work on our relationship before she connected the dots.
But really, did she expect I would let her give herself to another man? I’d lie, cheat, and kill to keep her safe and with me. After all, it was me who’d been eliminating the men who had tried to hook up with my woman. Because she was my weakness, and even more importantly, she wasmine.
She already had all of me. Devotion. Fidelity. My love and obsession. Was it too much to ask for the same in return?
“I can’t believe this,” she rambled on. “Of course I get stuck with a fucking psycho. A stalker, for Christ’s sake.”
