Page 171 of Hexed
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. I’m so proud of you,” I whisper, because I know praise gets her off.
She explodes around me, and I’m right there with her, sinking all the way inside and unloading deep in her pussy,imagining my cum filling her up and tying her to me in another way, a way that means she could never leave, making my orgasm last for what feels like ages.
Out of breath, I collapse onto her back and release her throat, pressing lazy kisses to her spine, my face sticking to her skin from the perspiration.
I wonder if she realizes she holds all the power here, that I would crawl on my knees to be wherever she is.
I’m still wondering the same thing an hour later when I’m standing behind Venesa and pulling her into me while she heats two plates of food Scotty covered and left in the oven for us with a note.
Now Scotty and Bastien are both gone, obviously leaving when they realized I was making Venesa scream.
The elevator dings, and my brows furrow as I look over toward the entryway.
Who the fuck now?
Venesa stiffens slightly and looks back at me. “You really just let anyone walk into your apartment like this? Honestly, Enzo, it’s ridiculous.”
“Not usually, no,” I reply.
The doormen know I’m not supposed to have any more visitors. I don’t know who the fuck that could be.
I debate going for my gun, but it’s in the other room, and even though Venesa can take care of herself, I don’t want to leave her alone. Still, I turn around and keep her behind me when I hear footsteps walking down the hall and into the living area.
My body tenses further when Pops walks into the space, then turns until he sees us in the kitchen.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?”
Fear grips me.Damn it.I didn’t want him to know about her.
Ever.
And his being here right now? It makes me nervous because I can count on one hand the number of times Pops has stepped foot in my apartment, and it’s never been for a friendly visit, and the fact it’s happening directly after a meeting with Matteo De Luca has me on edge.
He smiles at me, and I fake one back, grabbing Venesa’s hand and bringing her to my side.
I’m incredibly uncomfortable, but I don’t want him to suspect anything’s up. To him? We should be copacetic.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce us?” He nods toward Venesa and moves into the kitchen until he’s standing directly across from us.
I smile and clear my throat, hoping the panic doesn’t show on my face. “What are you doing here?” I ask.
He gives a smarmy look. “Am I not allowed to visit my son?”
“You are,” I say slowly. “You just usually don’t. But it’s a nice surprise.” Swallowing, I introduce them. “This is Venesa.”
I expect her to cower, the same way I think anyone else would. Carlos Marino has a reputation, and meeting him has to be especially hard for Venesa because she knows he favored her cousin. I wouldn’t blame her for being nervous.
“Ah,” he says. “The woman who ruined my son’s marriage.”
She forces a grin, those dimples popping out, and releases my hand to walk forward and shake his. “It’s a pleasure, Mr. Marino. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
If I wasn’t sure before this moment that she was my queen, then this would confirm it.
She’s poise and grace in the face of adversity. Polished on the outside. And it gives me a thrill to know she’s capable of being so bad at the flip of a switch.
He takes her hand and brings it to his lips.
My hands clench to temper the urge to rip her away from him.
