Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

I see the moment reality sets in with Kayleigh. She's in bed with a monster. My bed. And I plan to consume her. Body and soul. I'll let her believe that this is a one-night thing, but the more I think about it, her being my wife isn't the worst idea.

Surely there's some law about an agent building a case against their in-laws? I know you can't testify against your husband or wife, so I'm going to assume it works kinda the same. If not, she'll have to leave her job anyway. Who would take her seriously when they find out she married me after she was put here to investigate my family?

And then there's the Frank issue. I don't know what she's hiding, but being the wife of a Valentino will give her the protection her job can't. I thought maybe she had something to do with his arrest, but that thought didn't last long. She would have only been around thirteen when Frank went away.

Tonight is not going to be about uncovering her secrets, though. Tonight, I'm going to give her exactly what she wants. A night she'll never forget.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop." I climb onto the bed and straddle her body. Her chest is heaving, her breasts fighting against the tightness of her dress. "Tonight isn't about thinking."

"What am I supposed to do if I can't think?" Kayleigh asks, her brows drawn down.

"Feel." I run my fingertips along her collarbone. "Tonight, all you have to do is feel." Reaching her shoulder, I tug on the material of her dress. "I want you to focus on my touch." Then I lean forward and trail my lips up the length of her neck to her ear. I can feel her pulse beating so fast. "Focus on the beat of your heart, listen to the rhythm, let yourself feel this. Feel me, feel us," I whisper into her ear.

When she asked me to bring her home, I had visions of fucking her hard and fast. But now that I have her underneath me, I want to take my time.

"You smell fucking delicious," I grunt as I breathe her in. My lips move from her ear to the corner of her mouth, hovering over her lips. So close. I pause. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name."

Kayleigh squirms beneath me. Her legs close tighter together and I smile. She's almost as desperate for this as I am. I say almost because I can't fathom someone being hungrier for another person than I am right now. For her.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me down into her, closing the gap between us. My hand grips her throat, holding her still as I push past her parted lips. I fuck her mouth with my tongue while my fingers tighten and loosen around her windpipe. I fucking love that she's not telling me to stop. She's not pushing me away. No, she's pulling me closer.

I greedily swallow her moans as I continue to kiss her. My free hand runs down her chest, pulling the fabric of her dress down to reveal her bare breasts. I pull back and sit up.

"Fucking perfect," I groan as my eyes feast on a pair of perfectly rounded D-sized breasts.

My palms cover each mound, kneading the flesh. I'm a tit guy. I'll take ?em any size, natural or man-made. But I gotta say I've never seen or felt a pair of tits better than Kayleigh's, completely natural and completely fucking perfect.

I lean forward again and close my mouth over one of her hardened nipples, while my fingers toy with its pair. I lick, suck, nip. Repeating the rhythm over and over before moving my mouth to the other side to lavish it with just as much attention.

"I could suck on these all fucking day," I growl around a mouthful of breast.

"Mmm, that sounds like fun, but I need…" Kayleigh stops speaking when I bite down harder on her nipple.

"What do you need?" I ask her.

"You… I need you to fuck me, Enzo," she moans. "Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely…" I sit up, shrug out of my jacket, and then start undoing the buttons on my shirt.

Kayleigh doesn't take her eyes off my chest as I reveal more and more skin. "Damn it. You should come with a warning," she huffs.

"Yeah? And what would that warning say?" I chuckle.

"Bad for your health?" she suggests.

"Why am I bad for your health, piccolo ladro? I'm about to give you orgasms—plural, mind you. And everyone knows that orgasms are good for your health."

"It's what comes after that's going to be bad for my health. I'm going to compare every guy I ever meet to… this." Her hands wave up and down my now-naked torso. "And that's not fair, because all of this…" She waves again. "…isn't normal."

"First of all, all of this…" I pick up her hand and run it over my chest and down my abs before stopping at the top of my pants. "…belongs to you now. We're married, remember? What's mine is yours and all that jazz." I smirk. "Second of all, there won't be any other guys, piccolo ladro, because you belong to me. You are mine. My wife isn't something I'll ever share."

Kayleigh blinks at me. Her mouth opens and closes, then opens again.

I undo my belt and flick open the button on my pants while she flounders, and then her eyes dart to the zipper I'm lowering. Whatever she was going to say, she swallows it down.

She reaches out a hand, moving mine out of the way. "Let me. I like unwrapping nice things," she says.

"Good to know you think my dick is a nice thing." I laugh.

"What can I say? I'm hopeful it will be. You're way too cocky for it not to be." She shrugs.

She reaches into my briefs and wraps a hand around my shaft. My head falls backwards. Fuck, even her hand feels amazing. I'm really not going to last long if she keeps pumping me with that perfected grip.

I tug her hand out of my pants and jump up off the bed. "The dress. Get it off," I growl at her. "Now." I drop my pants to the floor, kicking off my shoes before I step out of them. Then I bend down, dig into my pocket, and find my wallet. I grab the condom and throw it on the bed.

By the time I climb back on, Kayleigh has her dress and panties off. She picks up the foil wrapper and holds it out to me. "Hurry up," she says.

I'm stuck looking at her pussy. Staring. Admiring. It's like the sight of her glistening, bare cunt has me stunned stupid. I can't move. I reach out and run a single finger through her folds, bringing that finger to my mouth. I suck on it, finally getting a taste of her.

Fuck me. I'm completely fucked because there is no way I can give this up. It's like the finest drug in the world. I want to get high off her essence as much as I possibly can.

"Are you sure you don't have a thing for knife play?" I ask as I tug at the garter that's holding a small blade to her inner thigh.

"It was the only place I could conceal it." She shrugs.

"Most girls don't walk around with concealed weapons."

"I'm not most girls." She smiles at me.

No, you are not. You're my undoing. And I'm going to watch it happen with a fucking smile on my face.