Chapter Eight

Enzo

Ijerk myself roughly, her panties practically shoved up my nose. Fuck, I need her. That pretty pussy tasted so fucking good. I still can’t believe I walked away. But there’s something about her that makes me want to do better. I want to treat her like a princess, not like a whore. Which means I’ll be waiting until our wedding night to get inside her. Until then, her taste is going to have to tide me over.

I shove her panties into my mouth and come as soon as her flavor hits my tongue. My cum shoots out as the pleasure courses through my veins. It’s like an avalanche of sensations. My body is consumed with the sparks of desire for the one who’s lying in the next room.

When the last rumble of need is wrung out, I finally have a name for the emotion I’ve been feeling all evening. I’m starting to care for the girl. I’ve been in lust since the moment I laid eyes on her. Intrigued since she didn’t cower in fear. And when she made me laugh, I fell in like with the red-haired beauty. But then when she demanded I kiss her, that simple emotion started to build in strength, and now, I’m beginning to believe the heart that lives inside my chest actually beats. And it’s beating rapidly tonight.

Chapter Nine

Francesca

“Do you know what the fuck you’re doing, Boss?”

My hand freezes in the air at the sound of the angered voice. It doesn’t seem like a good time for me to knock and interrupt Enzo’s meeting.

“Of course, I do. Believe me when I tell you she isn’t just the right choice, but she’s the one.”

I can’t help but smile, feeling like a giddy young girl with a massive crush. It sounds like the Boss likes me too.

“Are you saying you have feelings for the girl?”

“I might be. She’s different from anyone I’ve ever met, Sal.”

And those butterflies start to soar as I hold back my squeal.

“Does that mean you want me to cancel your appointment with Marcella?”

“No. Why should I cancel? I don’t see the harm in seeing her. Besides, she’s already arrived.”

“I just think you’re asking for trouble, Boss.”

“Thanks for your concern.”

Enzo’s voice is crisper. “But I think I know what I’m doing. Now, do you know what you’re supposed to do this afternoon?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. So why don’t you get to it then.”

Before I’m caught eavesdropping, I quickly rush down the hall towards the great room, stopping in front of the enormous Christmas tree and catching my breath as I admire its beauty. I wonder why Sal was so concerned about Enzo’s appointment with Marcella. It almost sounded like maybe there’s a past between them.

“Here you are, my darling girl.”

I turn to the sound of his deep voice. He certainly looks handsome in his suit. Though, I wonder if he ever allows himself to be comfortable. I bet he’d look sexy as hell in a pair of jogging pants.

“Do you like the tree? If it’s missing anything, let me know and I’ll arrange to get it.”

“It’s beautiful.”

I smile looking at all the shimmering garland and the silver ornaments, taking in every detail. “But it could use a star on the top.” I stare up at the empty point.

“I’ll make sure it has one by Christmas Eve. Now, are you ready to pick out your wardrobe? Maritza has arrived and I’ve had everything brought to your room for you to try on.”

I’m not sure I’m ever going to get used to this. Having a chef, a housekeeper, a personal shopper—it’s all so luxurious. And so is this magnificent mansion I now get to call home.

“And what will you be doing while I’m busy picking out clothes?”

If he mentions his appointment with Marcella, I’m going to inquire about her.

“I have some business to attend to, but my last meeting should end at six and then I’d love to have dinner with you. Would you be up for going on a date with me, my future Mrs. Scorcini?”

The sound of that sends a thrill up my spine. Though, maybe I shouldn’t be letting down my guard so fast and allowing myself to get wrapped up in his charming smile. I still don’t know what the deal is with him and Marcella.

“I would love to.”

I lean up and press a kiss to his lips. He grips the back of my head, deepening it. His tongue tangling me up into a mess of desire. And when he releases me, I feel like I’m spinning.

“You better get going before I detain you further. If we both didn’t have appointments, I’d have you spread wide under that tree and give your little pussy a present.”

“I like presents.”

I smile. I especially love the one he gave me last night before I passed out. Tonight, I’m going to give him a present of my own and return the special gift.

“I’ll see you later, my darling.”

One more peck on the lips and he’s turning me in the direction of my room, giving me a spank on my backside to urge me forward. Goodness, I can’t wait until later.

“Are you ready, Miss Francesca?”

Maritza asks as I enter my room. She’s close to my age, yet she treats me as though I’m the same age as her boss.

“You can call me Franky,”

I tell her.

Her shoulders loosen and finally she gives me a smile. “I brought tops, pants, skirts, and dresses all in your size, so you just tell me what you’d like to start with.”

“Can I try on everything you have in green?”

It’s my signature color, and I gather one of Enzo’s favorites since he had her bring green dresses for me yesterday.

She smiles brightly and immediately starts pulling things from the different racks.

“Maritza, do you by chance know who Marcella is?”

I know I’m taking a risk, asking her to disclose information about her boss, but my curiosity is eating me alive.

“She’s his masseuse.”

It sounds as though she’s not a fan of the woman.

Masseuse? That seems harmless, yet Sal sounded concerned. Maybe he feels it’s inappropriate for Enzo to have another woman’s hands on him.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because he has an appointment with her, and I was worried it was an ex-girlfriend he was meeting with.”

Her shoulders tensing has me worried. “He scheduled an appointment with her?”

I nod, feeling more unsettled by the look on her face. She moves in close, her eyes darting around the room as if she’s looking for witnesses. “She gives a very thorough massage, if you catch my drift.”

The drift I’m catching is frigid and sends a shiver down my spine.

“She gives happy endings?”

My voice is hallowed with nerves.

She nods, and the dread returns—along with a large pit of jealousy that’s making me feel sick. “I’ll be right back,”

I tell her.

I march down the hall to his private training room, where I thought his personal trainer worked out the tension in his muscles, but apparently, it’s where he gets his personal “full”

body massages.

“You’re so tense, Enz. You need to take some time off.”

Enz? She’s rather comfortable with him, isn’t she? I suppose she would be.

“I have my honeymoon coming up,”

he groans, sounding like he’s enjoying his massage.

“I heard. Congratulations,”

she says, though it doesn’t sound very heartfelt. “Does that mean you’ll no longer need my services?”

“Fuck,”

he practically roars in pleasure—NOT PAIN. “Lower, Mare. I’m so stiff.”

Mare? Lower? I bet he is stiff. I felt him back in the great room. And now he’s here, getting it “handled.”

“Yes, you are,”

she moans, sounding like she’s in heat.

I’m going to be sick. We’re getting married. We just celebrated our engagement last night. He was in my bed. How fucking dare he betray me like this.

I barge into the room, finding my fiancé lying facedown in nothing but a towel as the beautiful masseuse rubs all over his shoulders. She’s flushed and her nipples are poking through her very low-cut shirt. I think she’s enjoying this massage more than he is.

“So, this was your important meeting?”

I seethe. “I guess you pegged me wrong, Enz. I’m not the type of woman who will turn the other way so her husband can fuck other women.”

“Leave us, Marcella.”

His vicious bark fills the space. The shocked woman quickly grabs her bag and retreats from the room. The Boss sits up then stands from the table, his towel dropping to the ground, and I swallow thickly at the size of his huge dick, which is growing stiffer the closer he gets.

“I’m going to make something very clear.”

He stops mere inches away. His glare menacing. “If you ever accuse me of being unfaithful again, I will bend you over and spank you until you’re burning with regret for your crime against me. I was not fucking her. Nor would I ever fuck another woman. I found the only one I want, though she has thoroughly just pissed me off.”

I cross my arms, stiffening my upper lip as I struggle to believe that. “So, you’re trying to tell me that you wouldn’t have let her rub your cock off at the end of your appointment?”

“No,”

he grits through his teeth. “If she’d offered, I would’ve made it clear that she better not offer again or she’d be out of a job.”

“But you’d still let the woman rub her hands all over the rest of your body?”

He steps even closer, his hands gripping onto my waist and jerking me against him. His bare dick is now pressing into my lower stomach. “I like you jealous.”

His head dips to my ear. “It’s a fucking turn-on. But you’re going to pay for assuming that I’d hurt the only woman who’s made me feel like I actually have a heart living inside my chest. Now, get down on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”

My entire body blazes with heat, but before I let myself get sucked in by desire, I need to make one thing clear.

“If you want me to suck you off, then you have to agree to fire her.”

“She’s already fired, my darling.”

“And from now on, I’m the only woman who gets to have her hands on you.”

“Get on your knees, Francesca.”

I slowly slide down the length of his frame, allowing my hands to run over his rigid muscles as I lower to my knees. His thick cock is standing at full attention. His heavy balls hanging low underneath. It looks just as dominant and powerful as the rest of him.

“You better start groveling, little one, or your throat is going to feel my wrath.”

A sizzle of tingles ignites throughout my body. I lean forward, slowly placing kisses over his tip. Letting my tongue swirl over him. Tasting the bead of cum that is already seeping from his slit. His hand grips my hair, and my eyes peer up. He looks like a man on edge. His jaw pulsing with tension. The veins in his neck straining. And his eyes… His eyes are murderous. God, it’s a sexy view.

“Quit your teasing and give me what I want, wife.”

That word sends a rush of excitement down my spine. I drop forward, taking him inch by inch to the back of my throat. Slowly pumping up and down his thick girth, running my tongue all over his smooth skin and licking up every drop of semen he gives me.

“You have a wicked little mouth, Francesca. Mouthing off and then fucking me so perfectly. Looks like you’re determined to get me to fall in love with you.”

I practically moan, taking him deeper as my feelings for him start to expand. I do want him to fall in love with me. I want him to fall madly and deeply in love, because I already feel feelings starting to stir.