by Mae Doyle
Lucia
I haven’t left Enzo’s house for two months. The doctor comes by to check on me twice a day, which I’m sure should make me feel better that I’m under such great care, but it’s getting a little old.
It took ten days for me to be able to put any pressure on my ankle without fainting, and I’m still using crutches to get around the house, which is a little tricky with Mack always underfoot. He’s been even more protective of me than usual.
We cancelled the lease on my apartment and Enzo took my cousins with him one afternoon to move all of my things out of my place and into here. It took a while for my stuff to get settled, but now that it finally has, it feels like home.
Enzo feels like home.
It’s a strange feeling for me to have, especially when I wasn’t sure that I even wanted to be with him, but there’s something about Enzo that’s…safe. But not. He’s dangerous, a murderer, and someone who won’t hesitate to do anything he has to in order to keep me safe, but that’s something I think that I can live with.
It scares me, but I like it. I like knowing that this strong and tough man will do anything and everything to ensure that I’m taken care of.
I like that he’s strong. He tells me that he loves me, and that I feel like I’m home.
I never saw Enzo cry over Frank, but I did help him bury him in the backyard. Well, I sat in a chair and watched because there wasn’t any way that I could wield a shovel. He buried them, then he carried me back to the house and went out for a run.
After I moved in with him and got healed up, the first thing that I wanted to do was get back to work, and after I managed to convince the police that I was fine and wasn’t really kidnapped, I still had to convince everyone else that I was okay. Enzo didn’t let me out of his sight for a while, which was something that I could definitely get used to.
Even though I love being kept in the house with him all the time, I think that I’m about ready to go back to work. Prosecution has always been something that I love, but I’m beginning to think that it may be time to change my law focus.
I mean, really? Can I be in love with Enzo and still putting people behind bars? More than once I’ve wondered if I’ve put away an associate of the family, and the thought makes me queasy. I keep meaning to bring it up with him and ask him, but the time just hasn’t been right.
Not that getting my job back in the first place has been easy. It was easier to explain away a stress-induced fugue than it was to say that I’d been kidnapped, but that didn’t help when it meant that the case I’d been working on was thrown out.
No prosecution lawyer, no case. Bad guy walks free. I’m still seething about it, but Enzo promised to keep an eye on the dude and let me know if he did anything shady.
“Hey, sexy lawyer, you getting hungry?” Enzo appears in the door and walks over to the couch, pushing the files out of the way so that he can sit down. I scoot over, making room for him, but he loops his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.
Dammit, just being near him is enough to make me want him. I feel my core start to tighten and heat up just from being this close to him. He smells delicious, like his fresh cologne and a bit of sweat, and I bite my lower lip.
“I mean…I’m hungry,” I say, drawing out the words and hoping that he’ll understand what I’m saying. I have a hunger burning in me right now, and even though lunch smells amazing, that’s not what I want.
He dips his head to me and kisses me, lightly running his hot lips along my jaw to my ear. “You want something else to eat?” He teases, dropping his hand to my chest and lightly teasing my nipple through my shirt.
Moaning, I press into him. He has this effect on me and I find that I can’t focus on what I was working on. I slip closer to him, running my hand along his chest, down his perfectly sculpted abs, and hooking my fingers in his waistband.
His breathing quickens and I feel my pulse start to speed up. “I’m hungry,” I say, my teeth lightly biting his lower ear, “but there’s something very special that I want.”
“Oh, yeah?” He stands up and easily picks me up so that I can loop my legs around his waist. Peppering his face with kisses, I laugh as he carries me down the hall.
“What is it that you want?” He asks, pausing for just a moment in the door to the bedroom. I grind against him, moaning as heat flares through my body. I feel alive when I’m with Enzo, but also like I’m on fire. He stars a flame in me that threatens to consume me and I’m always afraid that I’m going to burn up if I don’t have his hands on me.
“You,” I whisper, lightly tracing my fingernails along the back of his neck before forking my fingers through his hair and pulling him to kiss me. When he leans back for breath, I whisper again. “I want you, Enzo. In me. On me. However you’ll let me have you.”
He groans and carries me into the bedroom, tossing me lightly onto the bed. I recover quickly and strip down as fast as I can. My clothes feel like they’re burning me, like I need to get them off of me as quickly as possible so that I can feel him touching me.
Enzo’s the only thing that I want.
He’s the thing that I need.
He’s dark and dangerous, and I love it.
I love him.
The thought crosses my mind easily now, and I no longer am surprised when I find myself thinking it. I love Enzo, and I tell him that as he walks towards me, his huge cock freed from his clothes. I can’t take my eyes off of him. His muscles twist as he walks towards me, his huge cock just one of the things that I love about him. I love his V, the way his strong arms wrap around me in the middle of the night when I call out for him…
But right now, I really love his cock.
He reaches me and pushes back on my shoulders to push me to the bed, but I grab his cock and slip it into my mouth, moaning with pleasure as the bulb presses against my tongue and the back of my throat. Enzo grabs the back of my head, his huge palm pressing me forward to him as he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
He’s delicious, and I hold onto him with both hands, squeezing him and sliding my hands up and down his shaft. I never want to let him go.
Heat and wet pool between my legs, and I’m sure that I’m soaking his bed, but I don’t give a shit. He wouldn’t care, either, and that thought makes me burn hotter.
“Lucia,” he growls, pulling free from my mouth and pushing me back on the bed. I fall back onto the cushions and he knees in front of me, pulling me by the hips to get closer to him. His breath is hot on my inner thighs and on my sex, and I squirm, but he pins me in place with his mouth, his tongue flicking over my clit and into my slit, making me moan and gasp.
Reaching down, I try to wrap my fingers in his hair, but instead, I grip the covers, squeezing them tightly as he takes me higher and higher. I’m already tight, my muscles on fire, and he slips a finger into me, slowly circling and stroking me from inside.
“Enzo!” I scream, but before I can shatter over the edge, he leans back, his mouth and fingers replaced with his cock. He slams into me, thrusting all of the way in in one smooth motion, and I cry out at the sensation of suddenly being filled with his huge cock.
He strokes into me, his hands digging into my thighs as he lifts me from the bed for the perfect angle. I feel his cock slipping in and out, my muscles tightening around him as he forces himself deeper. He’s hitting my g-spot, the sensitive bundle of nerves already wound tight.
Each stroke tears through my body.
Each one makes me feel like I’m on fire.
I can barely breathe, especially when he pulls me closer, his fingers digging so hard into my skin that I’m sure I’m going to bruise. Enzo’s got complete control over my body, and he’s working me like I belong to him.
Like he’s the only person on this earth who knows what to do with me. Like he can send me shattering over the edge.
“I love you, Lucia,” he says, and my eyes fly open.
This is it. This is love. This is wha
t my parents wanted so badly for me, and the one thing that I wasn’t ever sure that I’d be able to find. I want to sit up and reach for him, but just then, he slides into me harder, and I cry out as I spiral and fall apart, my muscles pulling and sucking at him.
He’s deep in me, buried as far as possible, and I feel his hot seed spill into me as I fall. Every cell of my body is screaming and crying out as he tosses me over the edge. I feel like I can’t breathe, like I’m never going to stop falling down this well of pleasure, and I hope to God that I don’t ever find the bottom.
It’s heaven.
It’s the most amazing feeling in the world.
But it has to come to an end, and as it does, Enzo cries out my name again before lifting me and throwing me onto the bed so that he can land behind me and snuggle me. He traces his fingers up and down my sides and legs, and I feel goosebumps break out through the sweat.
“You are perfect, Lucia,” he whispers, lightly kissing my neck. I squirm and press back into him.
“You really think so?” Twisting around, I turn to look at him. It’s been a mess since I was kidnapped not once, but twice, and it’s just nice to hear from the man I’ve fallen in love with that he thinks I’m perfect.
I honestly don’t know how I’m going to get my career back on track, if I ever will. I don’t know how I’m going to handle the panic that I feel at night sometimes when I wake up and think that I’m not safe.
It’s too overwhelming.
“You are the most perfect woman I’ve ever met,” he says, kissing me lightly on the lips. “And I know that we met because of the possibility of an arranged marriage, but now I don’t care how we met. I don’t care about anything other than being with you.”
My heart feels like it’s going to stop. It flips in my chest and I force myself up onto my elbow so that I can better look at him.
“Enzo Linetti, you are too kind,” I tell him, but there’s something in me that wants what he’s saying to be more than just lip service.
“We’re good together, Lucia,” he continues, ignoring me. “We’re amazing together, actually, and there’s nobody else that I’d rather save from being kidnapped.”
I chuckle at this and he smiles so broadly that his eyes light up. “Will you marry me? Lucia Torenti, the woman that I was told I would need to marry to keep safe, will you marry me because I don’t think that I can handle a day when I don’t get to be with you. I don’t think that I can live a life that doesn’t have you in it.”
My mouth goes dry and I feel my heart flutter. Every part of my body has wanted this, even from the moment I first met Enzo. Even when I was afraid of him, even when I wanted to rebel against the ridiculous idea that I needed to marry someone to be safe…
It was Enzo.
“It’s always been you,” he tells me, just like he’s reading my mind, and I grin at him.
“I can’t think of anything I’d want more than to be your wife,” I tell him. He laughs and rolls over, pulling a small box from the drawer of his bedside table. I can’t help but gasp as he slips a huge diamond onto my finger.
“It’s gorgeous,” I tell him, turning my hand so that the diamond catches the light and throws it around the room.
“It is,” he agrees, but I notice that his eyes are locked on me.
Flushing, I reach for him. He rolls over me, crushing me to the bed, his hot mouth demanding and hungry on mine. On my neck.
My chest.
My tits.
I arch my back, pressing my chest harder into his hands. He’s hungry for me, and even though we just finished, I want him, so I press hard on his chest, trying to get him to roll over so that I can get on top of him.
He doesn’t move. He’s a wall of muscle, and even though I strain against him, there’s no way that I can move him.
“Will you roll over? I want to be on top!” I finally cry, exasperated.
Enzo laughs and does what I’ve asked, rolling over and grabbing me by the hips so that he can take me with him as he goes. I gasp as he spears me with his hard cock, slowly lowering me down so that he completely fills me.
Leaning forward, I dig my fingernails into his chest to brace myself as I start to rock on him. It’s hard for me to keep my breathing even as I slide up and down, his cock thrusting deeper into me as I slam down onto him.
I love this man. My ring catches my attention as I rock on him and I lean down to kiss him.
Enzo palms my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, my skin pebbling. When I throw back my head to moan, he grabs my hip, helping to guide me.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, sliding his hand from my hip across my stomach. I lock eyes on him as he drops it to between my legs, slowly sliding his fingers across my clit.
I’m a bundle of nerves already, and just his feather-light touch is enough to make my whole body start to spark. I feel the orgasm building in me as I rock on him and as he slowly circles my clit.
He’s maddeningly slow, drawing it out of me so that it’s hard for me to breathe. Closing my eyes, I try to focus on the feeling, enjoying how it sweeps up and around me.
“Look at me.” Enzo’s voice surprises me and my eyes fly open, locking on him. He’s staring at me, his gorgeous eyes boring into mine, even as his hands continue to work their magic on my body.
“I want you to look at me when you come,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.
I’m going to get lost in his eyes. I can feel them drawing me in, feel the orgasm building as my legs and my nerves start to tighten and sing.
Pressure builds up in my core, head radiating out from me as I try to hold it all together, but I know that I’m not going to be able to for much longer.
I want to close my eyes and drop my head back, but I keep them open, staring at him as he takes me. I’m full with him, his cock slowly dragging me higher and closer to my orgasm.
Finally, even though I try to hold out, I come, shattering around his cock, digging my nails into his skin. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open and locked on him, and I feel myself falling into their depths as I scream out his name.
Pleasure tears through my body, making it hard for me to breathe. I feel air catch in my throat as all of my muscles tense up. His cock is swollen and thick in me, and my body clamps down on it, holding him in place inside of me as he finds his release.
He calls for me, pulling me down so that my lips land on his. His kisses are deep and needy, his hands sliding across my back as he forces my mouth open for his tongue.
I can’t stop. Waves of pleasure are still rocking over me, but they’re slowing. The waves are lighter than the last, and finally I feel my body give up.
I’m exhausted, and I collapse on his chest, our skin hot where we touch. There’s no way that I can move now, not when he’s taken everything that I had to give him. Not when he ripped another orgasm from me, making me scream for him.
Making me his.
“Enzo?” I finally ask after a long time. I’m still stretched out on his chest, but he slides out from under me, pulling me to him so that he can look at me while he talks. For a moment, I can’t seem to form any words. He’s just so gorgeous, his strong jaw and his handsome face making it impossible for me to put my thoughts to words.
Everything about him is perfect.
Everything about the way he looks at me, the way he calls my name…the way he makes me come.
“Lucia? What is it?” He sounds a little concerned and pushes my hair back from my face so that he can get a better look at me.
I shake my head. “It’s nothing bad. I just wanted to know…when did you decide that you were going to propose? We’ve been through so much together, and I know that most of it hasn’t been easy. It’s not like we’re a normal couple, so I just wanted to know when you thought that you knew.”
“When I knew that I wanted to marry you and spend the rest of my life when you? You want to know when I knew that I wanted to get you pregnant an
d fill our house with children?” He strokes my chin, and I drop my eyes, but he lifts it slightly, making me look at him
“Yes,” I tell him, but my voice is so quiet that I’m not sure he can hear me.
He must, though, because he continues. “I knew that I was falling in love with you from the moment I first saw you. When we met at Pops’ house, I knew that I was already in trouble because there wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. You were perfect to me then, Lucia, and you’re perfect to me now.”
Epilogue
Lucia
“Lucia? Your phone is ringing,” Enzo says, leaning around the doorframe from the kitchen into the living room where I’m seated on the sofa with some files scattered around.
I’m so deep in thought that I don’t even heard my phone ring, which is something that hadn’t happened in a long time. Shaking my head to clear it, I pick it up and swipe at the screen, even though I don’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” My throat is scratchy from not talking while I worked, and I clear it. “Hello?”
“Lucia Hall?” The voice on the other end of the phone sounds vaguely familiar, like I’ve heard it around the courthouse before, but I can’t immediately place it.
“That’s me. Who is this? Is there a problem?” I really thought that I had everything handled for work, and the thought that something may be wrong and I won’t be able to go back to the courthouse next week twists through me like a knife.
“No problem, Ms. Hall,” the voice says, but I cut it off.
“Mrs. Linetti,” I tell her. It’s automatic, but something that I like getting to do. Marrying Enzo was so far from my mind when I first met him, but now I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else, even though I’ve only been his wife for a week.
As I say it, though, I glance towards the kitchen door. Enzo is banging around in there while he makes lunch, and I’m pretty sure that he couldn’t have heard me correct the person on the phone.
“My apologies, Mrs. Linetti. I’m Melinda Bennett from Mr. Ashman’s office. He was the lawyer who was in charge of your parent’s estate?”