Page 169 of Hexed
“That was amazing,” I sigh, my head lolling to the side. “You really like eating pussy, don’t you? Wear me out with it, honestly.”
After rolling over, I tuck myself into his side, my chest heaving as my lungs try to catch up with my heart. My fingers trace the designs of his ink, ghosting across the letters of his last name tattooed on his neck.
“Do all your tattoos mean something?”
He hums, the vibration deep as it reverberates through his chest and into my body from where I’m lying against him. “Not really. I just like the feel. It’s addicting, getting them.”
He lifts his arm and turns it, nodding toward two different sets of numbers. “These do though.”
I reach out and touch where he’s referencing. “What are they?”
“Dates. One for my Ma’s death, and one for my brother’s.”
His words slam into me like a wrecking ball, and I bite my cheek so I don’t inhale an audible gasp. My stomach rolls and heaves anyway, though. “That’s nice,” I force out.
He quirks a brow at me. “I don’t want to talk about depressing shit.”
I grin at him then, relief washing away the bad feeling that was brewing in my center. “We can talk about how exhausted I am from riding your face instead.”
He chuckles and then rolls on top of me. “It’s adorable that you think we’re done.”
And then he stands, grabs my hand, and moves me in front of the new floor-length mirror I set up in the corner of his room.
FORTY-SIX
ENZO
Coming hometo Venesa is anexperience.
She may not realize it yet, judging by how surprised she was when I had her refurbish the entire apartment, but she’s it for me. And I don’t care what anyone else has to say about it.
Maybe it’s the honeymoon phase, and maybe it will wear off in the future, but whenever I look at her, whenever Ithinkabout her, I feel the same way I did when I was a kid, wishing I had true love.
I’m scared to tell her that, though. She’s wary of men, of relationships, and…I don’t want her to run away. I want to know that she’s in this too.
And Gio, the smart motherfucker that he is, suggested we sit down andtalk.
So that’s my plan.
After I fuck her again, obviously. I’m riding high from my meeting with De Luca.
Turns out, when someone forcibly takes power the way my pops did, they make more enemies than friends. And those enemies have been biding their time, waiting for the right moment.
I’ll kill my father, take over his seat, and reinstate the commission, letting the don of each family have a place at the table.
Grabbing Venesa’s hand, I pull her up from the bed and move her to the mirror, because I want her to see us together, want her to watch what she looks like to me, and I want to see it on her face as she realizes how fucking perfect we are.
And maybe she already knows, but it doesn’t matter if she does because I’ll tell her every day anyway.
I slide my hands down her arms as I stand behind her, staring at our reflection.
She already looks freshly fucked, her makeup smeared, her red lipstick rubbed off almost entirely and smudged around her lips.
“Hands on the mirror, baby.”
Venesa does what I ask without complaint, and it sends a rush through me to have such a powerful woman surrender so completely. Totrustme the way she does.
It’s fucking sexy.
