Made For The Mafia (18+) (1 of 3)

Chapter 31 - Only

[About an hour later]

I walk into the master bedroom and find Enzo leaning against the window frame across the room, watching something outside.

"You left." I pout as I walk in and close the door behind me.

He scoffs. "Yup."

"Why?" I ask, stopping beside the bed a few feet from him.

I know why he left. I want to hear him say it, though.

He turns around and leans back against the wall, looking me over to see if I'm in one piece still. His eyes linger slightly on the undone tie of my dress and I mentally kick myself for not tying it back up fully before finding him.

"Did you get the name of who he sold it to?" He asks in a low voice, ignoring my question as I expected him to do.

I nod with a sly smile. "Gino Carpello."

If he knows the name, he doesn't let on. He simply nods and holds one hand out to me.

"Come here." He commands and I lower my chin, looking up as I walk towards him slowly with a smirk.

He runs his long fingers down my hair slowly, looking over me with equal parts lust and amazement.

"What am I going to do with you, crazy woman?" He asks quietly to himself. My lips part slightly as his eyes darken.

I lick my lips and watch his pupils dilate as they fixate on my mouth. I already know what he's thinking.

"Down on your knees." He lets go of my hair and pushes my shoulders down roughly, before unbuttoning and shrugging off his shirt.

I kneel in front of him and instantly unbuckle his belt and unzip his black pants. He watches me eagerly from above, keeping his hands to his side, letting me lead.

"Are you jealous when I flirt with those men for information?" I bat my eyes up at him innocently as I pull his pants down to his knees. He's already ready for me, his erection springing free.

His face hardens as he considers my question.

"I don't like their hands on you. Or your hands on them." He grumbles and I smirk. I already knew the answer.

I run my hand up his length, squeezing lightly until I hear him making the hissing sound I love.

"I do it for you, Enzo." I remind him as I move my mouth closer to him.

"Only for me." He growls as his large hand pushes the back of my head forward. I open my mouth wide, taking all of him in until I feel him hit the back of my throat.

"Ahhh... fuck..." he groans as I sneak a peek up at his face, still moving my mouth up and down him, my tongue trailing and licking around the head. His dark eyes meet mine and I feel myself getting wetter as I watch the ecstasy overcome his face. Fuck, that's hot.

I let his rough hands guide me as he uses my mouth to find his pleasure, and I move my fingers down me to find mine. My other hand holds onto his leg, digging my nails in as I run out of air.

He hits the back of my throat again and I gag a little, pushing his dick even further down. He moans loudly.

I try to lean back to catch my breath, but he grips my hair tighter and holds me there, gargling and gagging, making my throat constrict around him and his eyes roll back into his head.

"Fucking hell...keep going..." he hisses, the sound vibrating through me as I feel him tense, fighting his own release.

He lets me go for a quick second to breathe before shoving back into my mouth so roughly tears fill my eyes.