? I gasped.
“Who does my cock belong to?” he asked, shoving to the end and stilling with himself planted inside me. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugged back until my back arched for him.
“Me,” I answered. “It’s my fucking cock.”
“That’s right, Baby Girl,” he grunted, withdrawing his hips and then slamming them against my ass again. “My little pussy is perfect for it.” The main floor of the club faded from view as I focused on the feeling of him. Of the pressure at my scalp and the hand on my hip. Of the glide of him inside me and his heat at my back.
He brought me to the edge with no other stimulation, then drew back just to torment me and chuckled as I whined at him in response. He spun me, my back colliding with the glass window as he lifted me into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I gasped when he slammed back inside me. Tossing my head back and appreciating the way he ground against me with every thrust.
My orgasm built, returning to the point he’d already built in me quickly. Tossing my head back, and moaning as it approached, I lived for the adrenaline he brought me.
For the perfect combination between a rush and safety. Enzo was everything I needed to find my balance.
I bit down on his shoulder as I came around him, my legs twitching with my release. He supported me through it, holding me against the glass as I caught my breath. My head tipped back, digging my short nails into his back through his suit. Something about him being fully dressed as he fucked me in his office appealed to the darkest part of me, a reminder of the power play between us.
Looking over at the door, stunned brown eyes met mine as Vanessa watched us. She stood frozen to the spot, watching as I bit my bottom lip to suppress my smile. Turning my face into Enzo’s neck, I breathed in the familiar scent of him, urging him on with small gyrations of my hips against him until he groaned out his own release.
Vanessa was gone by the time I turned my attention back to the door and Enzo set me to my feet, kissing me long and deep. I didn’t mention that she’d seen us as I retreated to the bathroom to clean up.
Staring in the mirror, a smug smile took my face, knowing that without a doubt, I’d staked my claim on my man. He wrapped his arms around my waist from the back, touching his lips to my jaw gently.
“Feel better?” he asked, quirking his brow in a way that I wondered briefly if he’d seen her.
“You have no idea,” I said instead of asking. It didn’t matter one way or another, because I wouldn’t give Enzo up without a fight.
Not once I’d finally found my perfect balance.
22
Enzo
It would have seemed ballsy for Murphy to accept an invitation to a meeting at Liam’s estate, had he known we’d be crashing it. But since he thought it was just a meeting with his future father-in-law, I wouldn't deny how much I looked forward to seeing his face when we strolled in. Watching his world crumple around him would appease a little of the blood lust I felt for what he did to the women of our city on a daily basis.
As much as Ryker had wanted to get to the fun part where he could kill him, Tiernan had allies going beyond the scope of the city. From what we knew about, it would take time to understand what ramifications might come from his death when the day finally came, but having a strong force to make our stand was in our best interest.
That was why the allies coming to lend their support were so critical. With Rafe and Calix in the city and the remaining allies pouring into the limits in droves every day, there was no doubt that tensions would rise. We had men on damn near every street corner at this point. Men in all the clubs. Men at the bars. Men on campus.
We protected women in the most targeted areas of the city.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked Yavin, watching as he adjusted the piece in his holster. He wasn't foolish, and he knew that by accepting Aoife as his wife and signing Liam's contract, he'd put a huge price on his head where Tiernan was concerned. "Is she worth it?"
"I texted her to ask how classes were going yesterday," Yavin said, re-buttoning his suit jacket to keep the gun at his waist slightly more discreet. "She said that she was having a blast in her art classes drawing naked men, but her teacher didn't appreciate that she depicted them with a bloody stump where their dicks used to be." Trying to stifle my chuckle, I failed when I heard Ryker's hysterical laugh as he strolled by.
All amped up and ready to start the process of Murphy's destruction, he didn't bother trying to hide his weapons.
It was slightly more difficult to hide a hatchet than a handgun. I'd give him that. The holster strapped across his back on top of his suit jacket wasn't exactly even attempting to be discreet. Lino glanced our way, sighing when Yavin refused to make eye contact with his brother-in-law. "You ever gonna forgive him?" I asked, turning to fall into line. With Ryker and Georgio at the front of our group, Yavin and I took the rear.
"He's fucking my sister," Yavin said, grunting as if that settled things.
"Well, she is his wife. And they do have a son, so yes. I'd say it's a given that they have a sex life of some form, Yav. But from what I know, he was hers before he was your friend. Didn't she introduce the two of you, not vice versa?"
"What difference does that make?"
"None really," I rolled my eyes so hard they threatened to pop out of my fucking head. He was as stubborn as his sister. "Just that you need to realize that he loves her. He protects her, and he treats her like a fucking Queen. What more could you want for her?"
He sighed, stepping forward as the group in front of us moved to enter the foyer. "Not much."
"Right. So the time has come to pull your head out of your ass. You and Aoife will be married soon, and I think you'll understand a little better once she stops threatening to cut off your junk." Yavin didn't respond, his face turning serious and focused as we made our way down the hall that led to Liam's office. The door was closed as expected, but Liam's man knocked twice and shoved it open so we could file into the space.