Chapter ThirteenEnzoPleasure pulsed through my body as I pushed into her, inch by inch, her slick folds wrapping around me, gripping me like a vice. The moment I felt the resistanceâthe fragile barrier that marked her innocenceâI paused, savoring the raw, intoxicating power of knowing I was the first. Then, with one slow, calculated thrust, I broke through.Her sharp cry filled the room, her body tensing beneath me, and fuckâfuckâthe primal satisfaction that shot through me was almost enough to make me cum right then and there.I took her. Claimed her. Branded her from the inside out.The knowledge that I was her first, the only man to ever be inside her, sent a fierce, possessive hunger roaring through me. It was more potent than any orgasm, more intoxicating than the act itself.She was mine.And nothing had ever felt this fucking good.Her walls clenched around me, her tight pussy gripping and squeezing me hard. Her cries, muffled by moans, grew louder as I pushed even deeper in
Chapter FourteenRainI didnât know when the words slipped from my lips, but at this point, I didnât care about the consequences. I spoke as I felt, without filter, without hesitation. Iâd do anything to ease the ache between my legs, to satisfy the anticipation coiling tight in my core. Even if it meant being a little naughty whore just for him.He cupped my cheeks, his fingers firm yet tender as he stared into my eyesâas if he could see right through me. âArenât you a little too demandingâĶ too needy for someone getting fucked for the first time?â His voice was low, teasing, and the deep rumble of his chuckle sent shivers down my spine.He wasnât wrong. But Iâd spent years fantasizing about this moment, imagining every possible scenario, every sensation, and now that it was finally happening, I wanted to live out every single one of those fantasies.He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, his hands sliding down to my waist, his fingertips grazing my bare skin in a slow, lingering caress
Chapter FifteenRainI was being taken away by these unknown people to a place I didnât know.The van was suffocatingly dark.I blinked rapidly, my heart hammering against my ribs as I tried to adjust my eyes, but it was totally uselessâI could barely make out the shapes of the people surrounding me talk more of their faces. They were just faceless dominating shadows, closing in.What should I do now? Who can I call?I was alone. Completely alone.Panic coiled in my chest, my breaths coming out in sharp gasps as I frantically searched for my phone. I needed to call for help, 911 or maybe Enzo. My fingers trembled as I patted down my dress, reaching for the pocket of my bagâbut it wasnât there.No, no, noâĶI swallowed the sob clawing its way up my throat, refusing to break down. My phone mustâve dropped when he carried me forcefully, now there was no way out for me.My mind raced. Should I scream? Kick? Fight my way out? But there were too many of them. I could feel their weight in the
Chapter SixteenRainPain. That was the first thing I felt before I was even fully awake. A deep relentless pounding in my skull, like a hammer striking against the insides of my head.I groaned, squeezing my heavy eyes shut as I tried to push away the heavy fog clouding my mind. My body felt sore, my limbs felt heavy and weak, like I had been hit by a fast moving truck.What the hell happened?I shifted slightly, and that was when I felt the soft mattress beneath me, cool duvet around my body. My bed. Or, more accurately, the bed I now shared with him.My breathing hitched as what happened came rushing back. The gunshot. The terrifying revelation of who he was. Enzo Salvatore De Lucaâthe capo di tutti capi. The man I had been forced to marry wasnât just a controlling, arrogant bastard. He was dangerous.He wasnât just involved with the mafia; he was the boss of them all. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Why the hell had I been thrown into this dungeon of dangerous acts?My eye
Chapter Seventeen RainNo. Never.I would never be a part of this. I would never be involved in their illegal activities. And I would neverâneverâbe the lady of his mafia empire.The only way out was to leave. That thought pounded in my head like a drum, over and over again. I had to get out of here. The next time I stepped outside this house, I wouldnât just go to my favorite restaurantâI would run. I would leave the state, disappear to a place where he would never find me.But how?After today, I knew Enzo wouldnât let me out of his presence again. Even if he wasnât around, his guards would make sure I never left these walls. My freedom had already been taken from me the moment I was married off to this man, and with each passing second, the reality of it sank deeper into my bones.What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to escape?The uncertainty was damn suffocating.I had to get out of here. I couldnât imagine spending another day in this hell, let alone monthsâwaiting un
Chapter Eighteen RainEnzo was still sitting there, completely unaware of what was happening behind me.But I wasnât alone anymore.Footsteps echoed in the narrow space, slow and steady. Not just one pair. Not two. More.A chill crawled up my spine. Enzo had agreed to leave his security at home and I had been with him the entire time. There was no way he could have secretly ordered them to follow us.So who the hell were these people?âThis is the perfect way to get back at that blind bastard,â a voice sneered from behind me.The blood drained from my face instantly.I turned slowly, my breath catching in my throat as I met the cold, predatory gazes of the men standing before me. I had never seen them before. They werenât Enzoâs security. That much was obvious. These men werenât here to protect me, or take me back home, they were here to destroy. Their eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. Just pure, unfiltered malice.I counted seven. Seven men. All watching me like a pack of wolves si
Chapter EighteenEnzoMaybe I was too hard on her. Maybe I shouldnât have revealed my identity to her in that way. Maybe I scared her too much. Maybe I should have waited for her to wake up before putting the emblem of our cartel on her.These were the thoughts running through my mind before I agreed to let her go out for a walkâbut only if I went with her. I wanted to at least make up for everything, to ease the fear I knew I had caused. She had every reason to react the way she didâhell, she even passed out. Giving her what she asked for in that moment felt right. Sometimes, a man had to be a gentleman.But that was a mistake.A fucking big mistake.I realized it the moment I felt the presence of others around usâwatching, waiting, following. The walk had started fine. I even enjoyed it, until that familiar sensation crept up my spine. We were being watched.And the worst part? Rain did exactly what I had been trying to prevent.She ran.How could she? After everything I explained t
Chapter NineteenRainEnzo was here.I didnât know if I should be happy or upset, scared or grateful. The plan was to run and go far away from him, where heâd never see me again, but here I was, my life solely depending on his help and I was sure as hell he would make sure I pay for this whole thing.âI dare you Blade, if you do as much as touch a single strand of hair on her head, hell, youâll pay with your life, and Iâll be sure to take out every single one of your pathetic generation off this earth!â Enzo growled, his fist clenching by his sides.My heart continued to pound loud in my chest, this was what he said. He was clear about this, he told me the reason he didnât want me out of here was because of his enemies, and I didnât even listen to him. I should have. I should have listened to him.âOh, who do we have here?â Blade snarled. âThe blind bastard himself.âHis grip on my wrist tightened, his nails digging into my skin as he yanked me even closer. My breath hitched, panic su
Chapter FortyEnzoI couldnât tell. No matter how hard I thought about it, I just couldnât figure it out.I usually only needed to hear a personâs voice two or three times to be able to recognize it anywhere. And if I was finding it this difficult to remember this guyâif I couldnât place whether we had ever met before he started working in my companyâthen that could only mean one thing: weâd only met once, maybe twice, and very briefly. But then why? Why would he carry this much pent-up hatred and resentment toward me?I wasnât a saint. I wasnât the best man out there, obviously. But that guy? He wasnât even someone I would have clashed with in the past. He was nothing.Or could he be something?Could he have been sent by one of my enemies? Was Andrew a spy? Sent to watch every move I made, maybe even set me up? Was that what heâd been doing all along?I couldnât tell. I couldnât understand what this guy was up to.I listened as his footsteps receded and finally faded away, like he wa
Chapter Thirty-nineEnzoI thought Iâd be able to hold myself back a little longer. I thought I could resist the urge to lose my temper and put this guy in his place. But I had no other choiceâI couldnât just stand there and let him keep doing all of this without a response. What exactly does he think I am? Who does he take me for? And what the hell does he even want from me? Why wonât he just leave me and Rain alone?No matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, I couldnât. I couldnât understand what he was afterâespecially from me. I was certain it wasnât just about Rain. It couldnât be. There was something else behind his actions, some deeper motive. But I couldnât figure it out yet.Then came the grunt. A loud, rough sound of pain that burst out from him as my fist collided with his face. And strangely, it gave me a sense of relief I couldnât quite explain. I liked it. I liked that now heâd understand something very clearlyâthat I might be blind, but that didnât mean I didnât kn
Chapter Thirty-eightEnzoAll I did was smile at the sound of that. I knew what had happened hereâI didnât need to be told. I knew exactly who could be responsible for this. I didnât need an investigation. It was the marketing guy. It was Andrew.I could already tell from the way his breath hitched when the driver announced it. Everything he had done today made it crystal clearâit was him.Heâd sat with us until we were done eating, as if trying hard to keep us in his sight, just so we wouldnât step outside and discover what he had planned. He kept us distracted long enough so we wouldnât find the damage early and fix it. He delayed us on purpose. And now, I knew exactly what he was going to do next.âWhat will you do now?â I heard him say, his voice dripping with sympathy. Fake. Completely fake. I could practically see the deceiving look he was wearing, the kind that might fool someone like Rainâhis tone, his expression, all a façade.This guy was behind it. He did this. And there wa
Chapter Thirty-sevenRainI couldnât understand him. Not that I didnât know the meaning of what he was sayingânot that I couldnât comprehend itâbut I just couldnât tell where it was all coming from. What could Enzo have done to make Andrew so bitter, so furious?âCanât you see it, Rain?â he shook my arms as though trying to shake some sense into me. âCanât you see what kind of man he is? How he tries so fucking hard to control everyone around him that he doesnât even care if they get hurt. You shouldâve seen that, Rain,â Andrew pressed, like he was scolding a child too blind to notice the danger around her.I stared into his vengeful eyes, my heart pounding with conflicting emotions. I just couldnât understand the depth of his angerâwhat had Enzo done to make him carry so much hate? It wasnât just spur-of-the-moment rage. I could see it on his faceâthe deep-seated resentment, the years of quiet loathing waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.Sure, Enzo could be a dick sometimes. He
Chapter Thirty-sixRainWe both stayed there for a moment, breathing in the same rhythmâragged, hot, and heavy, her body vibrating with the force of our release. Then slowly, Enzo pulled out of me, his touch lingering as if he hated the distance it created. I felt him shift behind me, and then his hands came down to my waist, turning me gently until I was facing him, back against the stall door.There was something different in his eyes. They were still wild, still possessive, but softer now. MoreâĶ tender. He cupped my face with both hands, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing along my cheeks before he leaned in and kissed me.It wasnât rushed. It wasnât demanding.It was a slow and soft kiss. Deep in its own way, like a quiet claim after a storm.Then his lips movedâfirst brushing against my cheeks, then trailing down to the side of my neck, placing one last kiss there that sent a shiver trickling down my spine, a short gasp escaping my lips.âGo out,â he whispered, his voice low an
Chapter Thirty-fiveRainMy body vibrated with the force of my orgasm, every nerve ending tingling and alive. I looked down as he licked through my folds, taking in every single drop of my release with slow strokes of his tongue.My legs trembled, nearly giving out beneath me, as strong waves of pleasure continued to pulse through my body.Enzo finally pulled back, rising to his full height, one hand gripping my waistâfirm, groundingâlike it was the only thing keeping my shaking legs from collapsing.My breasts were tight and aching, my nipples hardened against my chest as my eyes fell to him stroking his thick cock, the tip still glistening with his cum. I felt him lean in behind me, his hot breath grazing and raising the hair at the curve of my neck. A shiver rolled down my spine before he even said a word.âYou know what Iâm going to do to you?â His voice was like gravel and silk all at once, low and slow, like he wanted the words itself to burn into my skin. âIâm going to take m
Chapter Thirty-fourEnzoI had been holding it back. I had been trying to control the constant pulse in my cock whenever her soft voice reached me, or the way her hand held mine like she truly wanted to guide my every step. And that silent moan she made at my wordsâhell, that was the breaking point.I couldnât hold back any longer.I wanted her.Not as punishment for everything that happened today, not out of anger or frustrationâno. This time, it was out of longing, of pure need. Out of the deep, aching admiration I had for how her body responded to mine.I wanted to fuck herâhard, fastâuntil her legs shook and she was begging. Begging me not to stop, and begging me not to continue. I wanted to fuck her so good sheâd lose track of what she wantedâif she needed release or relief. I wanted to give her a new kind of pleasure, something so intense it would make her realize no other man, not even that marketing guy, could touch what I gave her. He couldnât even lace my shoes.We were in a
Chapter Thirty-fourRain I had asked myself multiple times. I had searched through my mind for answers, but there were none. Why? Why wouldnât he speak? Why wouldnât he react the way I expected? What could be going on in his head? Why was he so cold, calm, and quiet? But no matter how hard I tried, I couldnât find the answers.I had come to know Enzo as a man who hated being disobeyed, a man who wanted things done exactly the way he envisioned them. A man who needed my steps to align with the ones he calculated in his head. If he could measure the very breath I took, he would. Enzo was the kind of man who didnât like repeating himself. He hated hesitation. He despised protest. And when those boundaries were crossed, heâd flare up. Heâd spark. Enzo would speak, scold, punishâdo whatever it took to make sure his rules and expectations were understood and respected.But this manâthis Enzoâwas acting nothing like the one I had known.He wasnât speaking. He wasnât laying down rules like h
Chapter Thirty-threeEnzoThat marketing guy was no fit for me.He was a weaklingâan ant chasing after a wealthy manâs sweetness. He wanted what I had. He wanted my wife. But a man like him, a total weakling, was no competition for me.He was a nobody, and the only thing giving him any name was the fact that he worked in my company. I couldnât be threatened by someone like him.Not now. Not ever.What did Rain say? Jealous?She said I was jealous. She had absolutely no idea who she was speaking to.I donât feel jealousy. I donât need to.That man doesnât threaten me. Not even a bit. He couldnât hold a candle to me even on his best day. He wasnât capable of taking what belonged to me. Not even close.Rain was mine.Mine.And yetâĶShe had blushed. She did so when that marketing guy told her he missed her.I could hear it in her voice, even if I couldnât see it. The subtle quiver. The softness. The hesitation. I knew what that meant. Iâd years of my life reading people with my ears, feel