Chapter 21

H is words send pure and explosive pleasure through my body until my pussy clenches around him. He chuckles, his shaft growing harder inside me.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? You love knowing you're fucking mine. My needy little slut. Fuck." I moan as the belt tightens around my neck, bringing me closer to my orgasm. "Come on my cock like a good fucking girl, Lina. Your pussy is fucking made for me. Mine, Catalina."

That's all it takes before I shatter into a million glowing stars. He thrusts a few more times before he follows my screams with his own release filling my pussy with his hot cum then places gentle kisses on the pink marks on my flesh as I lay there. My mind and body flooded with a liberating euphoria. He quickly lifts his body off mine causing me to whine at the loss of his warmth. I feel empty without him inside me. Gently, he helps remove the belt from around my neck while I lay there on my stomach. I savor the feeling of satisfaction he's left me with, and yet I want to jump his bones again. The deafening silence breaks by our heavy breathing as we savor in the afterglow, and when I turn to face him, I catch him staring at my pussy. He watches as his cum drips out of me with a sparkle in his eyes, expressing just how much he's enjoying the sight. It's a raw act of possession and I can't help but smile at the caveman he is. My hooded eyes roam over his body until they land on his still-hard cock. His glistening cock, slick with our mingled cum.

He sweetly places a kiss on my head, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm perfect." I glance up at him. He silently nods and heads to the bathroom. I hear the soothing sound of running water followed by the faucet being turned off. He walks back deliciously naked. His chiseled abs are still glistening from the way our bodies meld together. His hands caress the soft curves of my back, waist and hips, before reaching my pussy. With the warm damp towel, he tenderly begins cleaning me from behind.

He wraps me in his arms, continuing his caresses along every inch of my skin. His soft words of praise accompanied by the sensual path left by his fingertips. Until, we sit in tranquil silence. I've always been quiet, especially since everyone knew my family and the rumors that we were dangerous.

Enzo stands and gently kisses my forehead, then slowly picks me up and walks me back to the ensuite bathroom. He sits me on the counter, turns on the shower and places his hand underneath to ensure that the temperature is perfect. With his arm extended, he offers me his hand to help me step inside the large shower. The rainfall shower head allows the water to flow with my favorite kind of pressure from up above. There is also a detachable shower head next to it, that I've used countless times since I've met Enzo. As the warm water pours over us, Enzo wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. I could get lost in these moments with him.

"You're fucking beautiful, Catalina," he murmurs, his gaze fixated on me. "I'm obsessed with the honey brown color of your eyes, these plump pink lips," he swipes his thumb across my lips. "I'm obsessed with the hair on your head," he says, tugging at the wet strands until a moan escapes me. "I'm fucking obsessed with the freckles on your skin," he peppers light kisses along my neck. "I'm obsessed with every part of your body," hypnotized by his touch tracingmy curves, a gust of desire soars through me from his fingertips. I arch my back, pushing my ass against his hard length.

"Please, I need you." I whine. His grip tightens on my hips as he licks the water off my shoulder, sucking on my flesh like a vampire, wanting more of me.

"What do you need, Princess. You need my cock in your pretty pussy? Or in that bratty little mouth." He questions, his right hand shifts from my hip down to my aching clit, slowly circling his thumb just enough to be a tease.

"Be a good boy for me," I say, my voice low and urgent. "Enzo. Fuck me against the shower wall. I can't wait anymore - I need your hard cock deep inside my pussy." For a moment, his grip on my throat tightens, taken back by my response. But, then his left hand joins his right, continuing his torturous hold he has on my clit.

"Oh, Lina. I'm not good. But, I'll be your good fucking boy if that means you're full of my cum for the rest of the day. You're not allowed to wash me off. I want my cum dripping down your legs all day. And once there's no more left inside you, I'll bend you over and take you again." His hands cup my tits, outline of my nipples with his fingertips.

"Hold on to the wall, Princess." Grabbing my hips, he spins me around and pushes my back against the wall. Lifting me, he allows me to wrap my legs around his wet body. My hands instinctively reach for the towel rail in the shower. Without pause, he aligns himself with my arousal and swiftly thrusts his thick length inside me. Not giving me time to adjust, he pounds into me relentlessly, his hips slamming into me with no gentleness.

"Look what you do to me, Catalina. You consume me. You'll never rid yourself of me, I'll follow you into the afterlife for eternity. Come, Catalina. Come with me." I feel the passion rising in me like the hottest fire, clouding everything else that may be on my mind until I start to scream from the intensity. His cock twitches inside me, his own orgasm crashing over him as I slowly come down from mine.

For a moment, I close my eyes andpretend that this is my reality. Not some war. Not the fear of knowing it can't last. I pretend to be just a girl crushing on a guy, before the harsh realities come crashing down.

He lowers me until my feet find the floor. Intertwining our fingers together, he helps steady me as I stand on trembling legs. His mouth captures mine in a hungry, sensual kiss, our tongues colliding. I moan as he nips my bottom lip.

The way he cares for me whenever we're together has the butterflies in my stomach expand, even if my rational mind tells me this won't last. My heart betrays me, yearning that when he calls me his, he means every word.

After wrapping a towel around my shoulder, he helps dry me off everywhere except my pussy. True to his word, his cum slowly trickles down my legs as we walk back into my room. I let the towel fall on the floor and make my way to the bed, desperately needing a nap before we leave for Vegas.

"Stay with me," I plead.

"Always, Lina." He says, removing the blanket covered in our release, folding it and placing it on the dresser across the room. Pulling on his boxers, he sits down on the bed, making himself comfortable. Then he wraps his arms around me, so I can hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth as I drift off to sleep. He makes me feel safe and cherished. I fall asleep thinking how fucked I am. I'm already falling for this man, aren't I? It's going to hurt like hell when it's time for him to leave. Is there a world in which he does stay?

I am so glad we had time to rest before leaving for Vegas. Enzo got us a helicopter so we didn't have to drive the four hours that it would normally take to get there. Every worry and negativity leaves my mind with the way he takes control. A part of me knows that my father will find out as soon as we arrive in Vegas. There will be hell to pay when that occurs, but if this goes well then maybe, just maybe, he will give up on this marriage and alliance for our family. We will come out stronger than if I married into the family that killed my mother.

A light tap on the door distracts me from my anxious thoughts about how the night will unfold. My focus quickly shifts as Enzo strides into the room looking like a damn snack. One that I wish to devour in every way possible. His dark suit makes his skin appear richer in tone, while his tattoos peek out subtly over the collar of his white shirt. His deep brown eyes glow with a hint of gold, roaming over my body as he admires the way the black dress he gifted me clings to the curves of my ass.

"Wow, Princess, he pauses, shaking his head. His tongue traces the seam of his bottom lip as he takes a step towards me. "You look like a Goddess," the huskiness in his tone makes me smile, a blush creeping across my cheeks. He tilts my face up to meet his gaze.

"I have a present for you," he says, grasping my chin and pulling a long box from his other hand behind his back. The box is thin, wrapped in gold foil with a dark red bow on top. I squeal, not caring how childish I sound, it's been too long that I've received a present from someone other than my family. Eagerly, I open the box to find a beautiful silver blade with intricate circular designs and a delicate floral etching along the bottom. Gripping the sleek black handle, I can't contain my excitement. I wrap my arms around his neck and plant him a kiss on his cheek before admiring the deadly blade in my hands. He pulls out another object from his pocket, a silver-plated sheath for the knife, he gently takes the weapon from my hands and covers it. He slowly slides the covered blade down the v neck of my black dress before placing it on my bed.

"Tease," I say, walking over to the dresser in my room. Pulling out the top drawer, I retrieve my handheld gun along with a garter holster to secure the weapon around my right leg. I also grab another garter specialized for knifes. I've learned to always be prepared when it comes to dealing with the family business. I won't take any chances.

Pulling up the slit in my dress, showcasing my right leg as I slide the garter up my upper thigh. Grabbing the small pistol, I make sure that the safety is on and put it in place. I always keep it loaded and in the drawer only to have it with me when it may truly be needed. Enzo watches me curiously, almost surprised to see a gun in my possession. I know he sees me as the Princess who doesn't have an evil bone in her body. That's not the case. I may not be fully experienced in the world but there's a darkness that I hide, even from myself. I wink at him as I switch legs, and slowly raise the garter for the knife on and grab the blade from the bed to put it in its place. Once fully situated, I pull down the slit of my dress and adjust the dress to perfection.

Taking a slow breath of relief, "I'm ready," I sigh, forcing all the hesitance from my voice to disappear. Enzo holds his palm out for me to hold, as he guides me out of my bedroom and down the steps to meet with Kai. He's dressed like Enzo, with their dark suits perfectly in place, their hair done to perfection and both men with a glow full of excitement opposite to what I am feeling currently.