Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
We stop in front of a Mediterranean palace. That’s what I’m calling the huge house.
“You’re my home, but yes, we’ll spend a lot of time here,” Enzo replies.
We get out of the SUV, and as we go into the house, I curiously glance around the interior. There’s nothing personal anywhere, and it kind of feels devoid of life.
“What?” Enzo asks.
“It’s just…not you,” I answer honestly.
“What did you expect?”
“Warmth. Style.” I shrug. “A home.”
“I just slept here, meu amor. Before you, all I did was work.”
I snuggle up to his chest and brush my hands over his broad shoulders. “What are you going to do now that I’m here?”
Just like earlier, his arm wraps around my back, and he hauls me up against his body until my feet leave the floor.
“Now I’m going to fuck you.” When he begins to walk toward a grand staircase, I let out a burst of laughter. “Consider it my way of making you feel welcome here.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Like you need a reason.”
I begin to undo the buttons on his shirt I have access to, and when we reach a large bedroom where a lot of natural light is streaming in through open balcony doors, I don’t get any time to look around.
Enzo drops me on a bed, then his mouth crashes against mine. He gives me one of those kisses that turns my brain to mush and makes my abdomen buzz with anticipation.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the way he kisses me.
I manage to undo all the buttons of his shirt and vest, and pulling down his zipper, I reach into his pants to wrap my fingers around his erection.
Enzo groans into my mouth as I stroke him, then his hand shoots up and he grips me by my throat. I’m pushed back and pinned to the mattress, my hand ripped away from his hard length.
“Your hand feels incredible, meu coração, but it’s your pussy I want.” With his other hand, he digs his wallet out of his pocket and drops it on my chest. “Take out a condom.”
Hearing the dominant rumble of his voice has my core clenching with need, and I feel myself getting wet for him.
I quickly pull out the foil packet and rip it open before I roll it onto Enzo’s hard-on. When I’m done, he shoves the skirt of my dress all the way up to my stomach before he rips my panties off.
“Enzo!” I gasp, but there’s no time to lay into him for destroying my underwear, because he enters me with a rough thrust.
His eyes lock on mine to check for my reaction.
I’m not quite used to his size yet, and there’s a sting, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
“You good, meu anjinho?”
I nod quickly before I have to grab hold of his wrist and hold on for dear life.
Enzo keeps a tight grip on my neck, but not so much that I can’t breathe, and he begins to drive hard into me, each thrust jostling my body.
I can see the pleasure on his face as he takes me with no restraint, and it makes me get even wetter for him. I’ve never seen anything hotter than my man claiming me hard and fast.
Holy crap on a cracker.
The friction is so intense that an orgasm seizes me. I let out moans and cries, and when I close my eyes, Enzo orders, “Eyes on me while I’m making you come.”
They snap open again, and I gasp through the ecstasy. Every time he fills me with a hard thrust, it makes more pleasure scatter through me.
When Enzo’s orgasm hits, he doesn’t let up at all, but instead slams even harder into me while a groan rumbles from him.
I cup his jaw with my palm while still holding onto his wrist with my other hand and feel how he clenches his teeth from the pleasure he’s experiencing.
Suddenly, he loses all his strength, and he falls down on top of me. Just like the couple of times we’ve had sex, I quickly wrap my legs around him.
I hold Enzo until his breathing returns to normal, and when he lifts his head and our eyes meet, he asks, “Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay.”
He lifts an eyebrow at me. “I wasn’t too rough?”
Shaking my head, I lift my head and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “You were perfect.”
ENZO
There isn’t a store in Lisbon that Jenna hasn’t dragged me to. She insisted we make the house ours, and I quickly learned that meant we’re redecorating the entire place.
The cream leather lounge suite in the living room reminded her of the hotel we stayed in when I took her shopping in Minneapolis, so I got it for her.
I also bought her the biggest TV we could find for her to watch her K-dramas on.