Chapter 19

T he rest of the night was a blur, Enzo washed and took care of me until I was able to fall asleep. I couldn't help but think about how normal it was to just lay there with him, to be surrounded by his scent. I found comfort in his arms no matter how worried I am about this war involving my family.

God, where are my brothers?

My mind won't shut off with all the what ifs, the only moment that I couldn't think of anything was when Enzo was between my legs. The delicious scrape of his stubble against my sensitive skin with each lick and suck sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me. I've never felt like this before. All I want is to live in this feeling, in this very moment forever. He didn't even think of himself, he gave me an explosion of pleasure without asking for me to return the favor. The butterflies in the pits of my stomach flutter every time I think of him, and now, as my thoughts relive the way his talented tongue felt on my clit, makes my pussy ache for him once more.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, the feeling of Enzo stirs behind me as I push my ass back against his long hard cock. My brother's name flashing on my phone, shocking me and filling me with relief to hear from him.

"Hello," I say hesitantly. Enzo looks at me confused as my voice shakes a little.

"Hermana," Julian says, his voice completely unfazed by the situation.

"What the hell, Julian. Are you okay? Where have you been? You've been missing like 24 hours. What the fuck!" I whisper yell into the phone; Enzo's arms wrap around my body when I sit up on the bed.

"Calmate, Hermana. We're getting the help of the Italians, but you and Enzo need to meet with Dario Mancini in Vegas. Rocco is heading back, while we stay here to plan with Dario's second in command. To rid ourselves from the Columbians once and for all," Julian's voice is cool and collected, "look I have to go, you can do this Lina. Te amo." The line goes dead, I'm unable to move or speak when Enzo brushes a tear from my cheek.

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. Julian called, and said that Dario, the head of the Italian Mafia, is expecting us in Vegas. Rocco will be meeting us there, while my brothers stay with the Italians' second in command," my voice remains shaky. Are they in danger? What if I never see them again? They are the only ones in my life that have been there for me, even if it may have been forced most of the time. Enzo can sense my concern over Julian's safety, his arms tighten their hold of me as he inhales into my hair and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

"Let me see what I can find out. We'll visit this Dario and figure shit out from there. I'll have Ry make plans for us for the trip to Vegas. I'll be there every step of the way. We can deal with the territories once we've secured your brother's safety." He says, his voice soothes all the worry from me, the way he comforts me is everything I needed and more.

That doesn't help the nagging doubt that fills my head, this is temporary, isn't it? He's just here to keep me safe, and then he'll be gone. Just the thought of that has me on the verge of tears, what will I do when he's gone? He'll no longer need to pretend to want me, or even stick around with a woman that has little control over her own life. I'm technically engaged to be married, what if there isn't a way out of it?

"Princess," Enzo's voice brings me back to reality, grounding me to the present. His hand slides up my thigh, squeezing just enough to keep me anchored here with him. His lips brush my neck, the sweet caress contrasted by the scratch of his stubble sends shivers down my spine. I breathe in his woodsy scent, losing myself in the depth of his gaze, as if I were getting lost in the forest that hides in his eyes.

Just the perfect mix of gentleness and roughness is enough to keep me orbiting around him, completely captivated.

There's no doubt that I'm his.

His teeth grip the flesh below my ear, the pain spikes through me, causing my pussy to weep while he uses his tongue to ease the pain. With a light kiss on his bite mark, he rests his forehead against mine. I shift my body to face him, looking into his brown eyes as I bite my swollen lip. This connection with him feels so surreal.

My hands roam over his muscular chest, then over to his shoulders hoping to ignite a trail of burning desire that matches the tingling sensation in my fingertips. I move them back over his shoulders before reaching the back of his neck, lightly dragging my nails through his hair. He growls in response, approving of the way I'm holding him close.

Inching closer to his lips, I lightly lick his upper lip and stay just inches away as if I might kiss him, but then I begin to pull back, leaving the moment suspended in tantalizing anticipation.

His hands grip my thighs with such a bruising force as he tries to pull me back towards his lips. I attempt to resist, but his eyes darken with determination. His hands roam up my waist and body, igniting a pool of desire between my legs. With a firm hold behind my neck, he crashes his lips against mine in a desperate, messy clash of tongues as we deepen our feverish kiss.

His hands wander over my body, peeling away the silk top as the heat that we are engulfed in envelops us. I feel the dampness growing in my pajamas. Pressing my silk covered pussy against him, I gasp as his hard cock brushes between my legs. One of his hands wraps around my hair pulling my head back so it's back on the pillow. My back arches with a moan escaping my lips at the way he handles me. His other hand glides down to the front of my shorts, until his fingers trace the evidence of my arousal through them.

"You're always so ready for me, Princess," he whispers as his hand goes inside the waistband of my shorts.

"Fuck," a strained growl leaves his mouth once more as he feels how much I want him. His fingers glide through my wet folds, coating his finger with my slick arousal and brings it up to my mouth. "Taste how much you want me, Dolcezza. Open." I eagerly part my lips, savoring the sweetness of his finger. A moan escapes me, as I wrap my tongue around him, sucking gently, as if it was his cock instead.

With a pop, he withdraws my finger, then crashes down on me, tasting me from my tongue. My body is burning up. I don't understand how he makes me feel this intense sensation with just his hands on me. The slightest friction he's giving me as I rub myself against him causes him to deepen our kiss. He reluctantly pulls away, pressing his forehead against mine.

"What are you doing to me, Princess?" he murmured, his voice strained, "we need to stop, and get shit done before we spend every waking moment in this bed."

"What if that's what I want?" I whisper.

"Soon Princess. Let's get some work done beforehand."

I try to hide the disappointment from my face. His dark brown eyes drop to my lips as he reaches for my chin, tilting my head up a little more so that I can look better at him.

"I want you, Lina. Trust me on that. I can't wait to claim that beautiful pink pussy of yours all day long. Your pussy is mine. You." Kiss . "Princess." Kiss . "Are." Kiss . "Mine."

"Yours."

How in the world does he do that? It's like he knew what I needed. I don't know how he does this every time we are together. Each time he makes me feel seen, like I matter in a way that overpasses everyone else. Like I'm the sun around his axis.

He's mine, just as much as I'm his.

Hours later, we're changed into fresh clothes, and heading to the kitchen to find a yawning Kai practically glaring at a smiling Enzo. It seems they enjoy pushing each other's buttons sort of like my brothers.

"Well, now that you two are finally up," Kai says with a shrug of his shoulders, "we have the borders of the U.S tightly sealed. The guns that we normally exchange with the Columbians have been sent to different territories. We've destroyed the cocaine that they usually supply us with too. I'm just hoping your brothers can get everything set with the Italians. We need their alliance."

"Julian called Lina this morning. We leave for Vegas to meet with the head of the Italian Mafia," Enzo replies, rubbing his hand across his face before walking towards the kitchen island.

"Well, fuck." Kai murmurs drinking from the cup in his hand.

"We can do this. This will ensure my brother's safety in Italy and hopefully close the deal with the Cosa Nostra." I say with a slight hitch in my voice .

"You can do it," Enzo looks at me from across the room, just the way he looks at me manages to calm the negative thoughts trying to force its way to my mind.

I straighten my back, allowing the trust that Enzo seems to have in me flow through me, I take in the confidence he's helped me build and try to hold on to it as best I can.

Once we finished going through details about tonight, Enzo grips my wrist and practically drags me back into the bedroom.

He closes the door, shifting the lock to confine us to my bedroom. Walking over to the closet, he pulls out a beautiful black dress - the leg has a slit and the neckline a deep V-shape.

"What's this?" I ask, puzzled by the unexpected gown. I'm certain I've never seen it before. He hangs it behind the closed door.

"I saw this on a mannequin at a little boutique. I just knew you had to have it. I thought of you, thought of how beautiful and fucking sexy you'd look in it. I pictured the dress on the floor after I removed the fabric off your body. Wear it tonight, baby. Show the fucking world that you are a force to be reckoned with."

I am in awe, the butterflies in my stomach flutter at the gesture. I can't believe he did this.

"We have business to tend to Lina," he says, his voice low and intense. The predatory gleam in his eyes has my heart beating rapidly. He's watching me, like a predator ready to devour his prey.

"Do you trust me?" he questions.

With my life.

"Yes," I say without any hesitation. I want to say more but keep the words to myself. Giving him my body is saying more than any words I can put together. So, I don't mention how he makes me feel. I don't mention how I wish we could stay in this moment forever. How I wish he would choose to stay past his hired obligations. I just stand there in front of him, feeling completely naked, despite the fabric shields covering my body.

Although I surrender the control I long for every day, I know I still hold all the power in my hands. I love nothing more than watching this man hold every part of me tenderly. I don't focus on the way my stomach flutters as he approaches me. I don't focus on the butterflies I get when he touches me delicately, as if I am a precious treasure worth protecting. I don't focus on how my body gravitates towards him whenever he is near.

I sure as hell don't focus on all these emotions that he brings out of me. I surrender to the sensations of his touch. The burning desire that intensifies with each caress along my skin. I become intoxicated by his earthy, evergreen scent, as if I wandered the woods on a rainy day .

I know deep down, I'm irrevocably captivated by this man, Enzo has the power to shatter me, yet I'm recklessly willing to embrace every moment.