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

Chapter 35 - Proposition

[Enzo's POV]

I'm standing in the doorway of my kitchen, admiring the wild creature that is Caterina cooking. Her back is to me as she stirs the pot of whatever it is she is making us. Her long chestnut brown hair is in loose waves down her back over my white dress shirt she must have picked up off the floor. It's baggy on her petite frame, but still hugs her curvy hips in the best fucking way. It makes me want to forbid her from ever wearing anything but this. But, I know she wouldn't listen. Just to defy me.

She sways her sexy hips as if listening to music, but the room is silent. Does she know I'm here watching?

As I walk closer, I can see her long bare legs fully on display under my shirt. She wore this down here to torment me. There is no other possibility. To wear this for anyone to see... she is trying to kill me, I'm sure.

I wrap my arms around her waist from behind her and rest my cheek against the side of her head. She only flinches slightly at my surprise contact. Then I can see in the reflection of the pot that she grins.

"Are you trying to make me angry, Caterina?" I ask my little minx.

"Never," she lies and turns in my arms to face me.

Her bright eyes meet mine as she wraps her arms around my back and I move my hands to the bottom of hers.

"Really?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. Her smirk widens. "You wore this down here to make breakfast knowing anyone could see you."

She shrugs and her eyes leave mine for a split second, her face falling.

"Maybe it would make them like me," she mutters under her breath and I instantly know from the look on her face that she partly means that.

Is she really still worried about the men accepting her? She never struck me as a woman who would want something so trivial...

"If anything, I think the opposite." I tell her honestly and she frowns. I instantly regret saying anythign at all. I hate when she frowns. Her perfect mouth should never do anything but smile. "They will fall in line eventually. Once they see you as an ally." I add to make her feel better.

"And not a whore." She adds, making my own mouth frown. I hate that word when she uses it.

"Stop." I tell her and she looks away, turning around to stir the pan of what looks to be scrambled eggs.

"Sorry." I hear her mumble.

I sigh, running my hand through her soft hair to sweep it off her left shoulder and over her right. I skim my lips lightly over the side of her neck and then plant a single kiss under her ear.

"I know what you're doing," she says quietly and I grip her waist tighter, pulling her lower half firmly against me.

"No, you don't." I kiss her exposed shoulder and I don't miss the small inhale of breath she has when my lips touch her again.

"You are trying to distract me, Enzo..."

Always so smart, this one.

"Mmm... Is it working?" I mutter while my hands roam along the hem of my shirt and move underneath, gripping the skin on her hips as I move my lips back to her neck.

"Always."

She turns the stove burner switch to off and turns around quickly. Her mouth attacks mine as she pulls at my collar for me to lean down to her height.

I spin us so her back is against the island counter and pick her up to sit on it, not breaking our kiss. If I had it my way, I never would.

Her small hands move down my chest a little and make quick work of the buttons on my shirt. When she gets to the last one and pulls it open, I move my mouth to her neck, sucking roughly in between my words.