My eyes flutter from his bossiness and I turn without question, to face his darkened and needy eyes. They roam my breasts and he reaches behind me and unclasps my lace bra, letting it drop to the floor. At the same time, he scoops up a Boston Cream Pie and separates it so that the cream sits exposed. “Lick it,” he holds it up to my mouth and I don’t deny him, I wouldn’t deny this man anything he asks of me, and I know that is more fucked up than I care to admit.
I part my lips and lick the cream from the sponge in one long motion, watching his eyes the whole time. A small moan escapes my lips as I swallow. I watch him remove the rest of the cream with his two fingers, placing them against my lips. He pushes them into my mouth, and I suck the sweet cream off while he pumps his fingers in and out until they’re clean.
He places his palm between my breasts. “Lay back on the table.” He presses against me.
“No, Enzo, we’ll get caught.” I shake my head.
“Are you defying me, freshman?” A sardonic smirk, worthy of a true mobster, dances across his lips.
“Fuck,” I groan, unable to say no to him and scoot up onto the table and lay back, placing the heels of my Docs at the edge.
“Oh, I plan to, freshman. Hard and fast, but first, a predator has to play with his prey.” His eyes linger on my lace panties.
I watch as he fingers one of the cakes, and runs his cream covered fingers over my breast, leaning down and trailing his lips where his fingers were a second ago. His teeth graze over my hardened nipple, and I writhe under the sensations running through me.
“Don’t move, freshman, or I’ll have to torture you slowly throughout the rest of your shift.” He trails cream from the base of my throat all the way to my navel. His mouth inches closer to me until the heat of his blazing lips scorch my skin when he kisses and licks up the cream, all the way down my stomach until he reaches my navel.
“What have we under here?” He drops to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I groan in desperation.
His fingers run up and down my slit, teasing and probing before he grabs my panties and yanks them to my knees. “Straighten your legs or I will rip them off you,” his voice is controlled.
I straighten my legs and lean up on my elbows to watch him slide my panties off and throw them onto the ground with my bra.
“Spread for me.” He licks his lips as my legs fall to the side.
I lean back and grip the top of the table, as his fingers explore my wetness. His thumb and finger tease my clit, pulsating against it in a slow mind-numbing rhythm. I swallow a moan as he slides his fingers inside me, caressing me in time with his thumb against my clit. “Holy fuck.” I shudder as my body gives in to him.
“Patience, freshman.” He removes his fingers from me, and I clench in response, missing their firm pressure inside me.
I feel a coolness spread over my core and I sit up in surprise, to be met by his mischievous grin, as he continues to paint a masterpiece with the cream. He tosses the leftover cream pie over his shoulder and grips my thighs, pulling me toward his mouth.
I throw my head back onto the table when his tongue comes into contact with me, licking and lapping up the cream. I feel him thrust his tongue inside me and I buck to meet his mouth, needing more. He takes his sweet ass time licking me clean and thrusting his tongue inside me, as my body writhes and trembles violently beneath his mouth.
“Do you need release, freshman?” He blows cool air onto my opening.
I whimper in response, unable to form coherent words. The promise of an orgasm dancing right on the edge, in front of me.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I moan as I close my eyes in ecstasy. My fingers grip the table so hard I have lost all feeling in them. He continues his slow torture, alternating between flicks of his tongue and sucking and grazing my clit. The slow build of my undoing getting stronger, teasing me until the sensation rips through me. “Enzo,” I cry through gritted teeth as my Docs dig into the table, my muscles tensing. His fingers enter me again and I pulsate around them as I ride the wave of my orgasm.
He removes his fingers and stands to hover over me. “Turn over.” He grips my hips and moves me onto my stomach without effort, lifting my dress up over my bare ass. I’m splayed out on the table, my ass facing the door.
“Enzo,” I turn to look at him as he unzips his jeans, and his hard cock springs free.
He grips my ponytail and presses against me from behind, leaning down until his front is flush with my back. “This won’t take long,” he whispers into my ear before biting it and sending pleasure and pain through me.
In one thrust he enters me, and I cry out in pleasure, while his rhythm picks up in long, deep strokes. His fingers dig into my flesh, holding me in place, as his thrusts get harder. I hold on to the table to anchor myself, his hips slap against my ass, over and over, their relentless, punishing movements knocking the air out of me.
His fingers find my clit and he circles me in the most sensual teasing rhythm until I can feel myself clench around his cock. “Come for me again,” he growls, and I cry out his name as another orgasm overwhelms me, and my body quivers and spasms against the cold table.
I hear his ragged breaths as he thrusts deeper into me. “Ss,” his voice gets cut off from the moan that rips from his lips. He suddenly pulls out and comes all over my ass crack and up my back, spreading it with the tip of his cock. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He leans down and kisses the back of my neck, his breaths labored. “Are you okay?” He stands back up and helps me turn over.
“I’m more than okay,” I pant in response, catching my breath.
He steps forward, spreading my thighs and stands between them, lifting me to meet his gaze. His hand slips between us, cupping my still throbbing core. “This is mine from here on in, Summer.” He slips in two fingers and presses against me.
“I know.” I grind against his hand and grip his muscled biceps.
“Round three?” He cocks his head to the side as his fingers slide out of me and press against my clit.
I bite my lip and nod just as the door chime rings. “Shit,” I whisper in alarm.
“I’ll go,” he smirks, as he sucks his fingers clean that were just in me and fixes his jeans.
I jump off the table once he’s out the front of the shop, and scramble to put my bra back on, his cum leaking down my back and sticking my dress to my ass. I turn and look at the table and cringe, cum and cream are smeared everywhere. I’m going to need industrial strength disinfectant to clean that mess up. Or better yet, I might just burn the whole table. Fuck.
Enzo waltzes back in, scoops my panties up off the floor, and places them in his pocket. “I told them the shop is closed.”
“Umm. I’m going to need those back.” I hold out my hand toward him.
He smirks at me and shakes his head, striding to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “No, you’re not.” He places a kiss on my lips.
“Yes, I am. I can’t waltz around in no underwear.” I place my palms on his chest.
“I’ll have easier access this way.” He winks at me.
“I have to get back to work and clean all this up.” I look down at my uniform and cringe at the thought of what my back looks like.
“No, you don’t. You’re coming back to Verona with me.” He looks at me, daring me to argue.
“What? How? No, I have to drive my car, it’s full of my things.” I look at him confused.
He steps away from me and takes out his phone, dials a number, and waits. “I’ll need someone to come to clean up at the bakery and lock up and get Mitch to drive Summer’s car back to Verona.” He hangs up and looks at me all smug. “There, done.”
“Done.” I eye him, astounded he can just order people around like that.
“Yes, done.” He strides over to the sink, grabs a clean dishtowel, and proceeds to run it under the warm water. “Come here and let me clean my mess up,” he waggles his eyebrows at me.
/> I roll my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.’ I turn my back to him and allow him to wipe his cum off me.
“I know, you’ve told me before. I have a spare t-shirt in my car, you can change into that when we leave.” He finishes cleaning me, zips my uniform back up, and throws the dishtowel onto the table. “Grab your bag, we’re out of here.”
“I can’t leave in the middle of my shift.” I turn around in the room and eye the mess we made.
“Yes, you can. The cleaner will leave a big tip on the table and you’ll never be back here anyway.” He takes my hand in his and drags me out the front of the store toward his sleek, black Mercedes.
Enzo opens the door for me, and I climb in, the exhilarating feeling of what we just did and nearly getting caught, still fresh in my mind. This man makes me crazy. He climbs in the driver’s seat and throws me a t-shirt from the back seat. It smells like him.
“I can’t believe I’m leaving without finishing my shift.” I hold his t-shirt up to my face, covering my grin.
“I’m a bad influence already. Imagine what you’ll be doing in three months from now.” He winks at me, the dangerous edge of his tone and the sparkle in his eyes makes me nervous. “Buckle up,” he says as he reverses out of the park and takes off at top speed, the car tires screeching past the shops.
We drive in silence for a few minutes, and I watch as my hometown gets left behind, my new life beginning from here. A life filled with this man and his shitstorm. A shitstorm I’m more than prepared to weather if it means having him. All of him.
“Call Dante,” Enzo’s voice interrupts my thoughts, and I look over at him.
“Dude, you good?” Dante’s voice fills the car.
“I need you to erase the surveillance at the bakery but send me through a copy first.” He glances at me.
“On it. Will be through to you in minutes.” Dante hangs up.
I stare at Enzo’s profile, the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. “Video surveillance.”
“Don’t worry, no one will see it, except us,” he chuckles.
“Oh. My. God.” My hand flies up to cover my mouth.
“What?” Enzo glances at me, clearly enjoying my reaction.
“There’s fucking video footage from earlier?” My voice is an octave too high.
“You didn’t know the place had twenty-four-hour surveillance?” He tries to stifle a laugh.
“No, and why do you need a copy?” I drape his t-shirt over my face, hiding my embarrassment.
He pulls the t-shirt off me and grips my thigh in his hand, squeezing it. “I keep video footage of all my business dealings.” He deadpans. “Only, this is the first x rated one in my collection.” He winks, sliding his hand up my inner thigh and brushing his fingers over my center.
I gasp as his fingers find their way between my folds. “I don’t even want to know what business dealings you have footage of.” I grip the door handle as his finger comes in contact with my clit.
“Told you I’d have easier access,” his gaze narrows, and a villainous smirk dances across his perfect features.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Summer
“I’m not moving in with you. We need to take this slow. I need my space.” I try to pry his arms off me, his grip is almost vice like grip.
“What’s the difference if we sleep here, or at your dorm?” He bites my ass cheek.
“Ouch, stop that.” I swat at him. “I’m not budging on this. We can act like a normal couple and date for a bit.” I struggle wildly to escape his clutches and run into the bathroom.
I’m not sure who this version of Enzo is, or where he came from? But I hope he sticks around for a while. I know we are in our own little bubble, ordering delivery, and not leaving the confines of his luxurious penthouse. But we can’t stay here forever, as much as I’d like to, I know that once we’re back in the real world, all this could change. I’m just going to hold on to it for every last second this morning, before I attend my first class, since returning to Verona.
“Well, then Amber will have to get used to seeing my naked ass every morning,” he calls after me.
I turn the monsoon shower on, and the steam fills the bathroom, I gather my toiletries and climb in, letting the hot water wash away my troubles. I feel a cool breeze against my hot skin, and Enzo is against me instantly. I blink the water out of my eyes and stare up at him, knowing all too well the look he has on his face.
“I have to get to class,” I warn him and place my finger against his abs.
“Give me five minutes,” he begs and grabs my ass cheeks in his firm grip, yanking me against him.
“You’re unbelievable.” I tilt my face up to the shower and let it wash over me.
“I know, you keep reminding me.” He leans down and sucks as much of my breast into his mouth as he can.
“Oh.” I hold on to his muscled arms.
He looks up at me through beads of water. “What have you done to me? I’ve gone all mushy and vomit worthy. My balls have dried up and I’ve grown a vagina, it seems.” He moves to my other breast and runs his tongue around my hardened nipple.
“I like you like this.” I bite my lower lip, as pleasure ripples its way to between my thighs.
He stands back up and leans in toward my mouth. “It won’t sit well in my line of work, though. Can you imagine? Oh, it’s okay, you run along now, it doesn’t matter that you crossed me. I won’t kill you.” A sly smile quirks the corners of his mouth.
“I’ll make you a deal.” I run my hands through his wet hair.
“I’m listening.” He closes his eyes as I massage his scalp.
“You can be the ruthless mobster out there, but when you’re here with me, continue acting like you have a vagina.” I pull his face down to me.
He pushes me against the tiles, his erection pressing into my stomach. “This vagina?” He cocks his head to the side, grabbing my thighs in his hands and lifting me in one swift motion. The tip of his cock toying with my entrance.
“Yes, that vagina,” I laugh at him.
“Deal.” He slides into me and begins his delicious assault.
***
I miss my first class this morning and manage to get to campus on time for my Italian Renaissance class, all thanks to Enzo driving like a maniac and ignoring all the road rules. I don’t let him walk me in, I want to reacquaint myself with this campus, on my own two feet. My thoughts linger on Rob, and his downfall into the Russo trap. I wonder if anyone knows the truth of what happened to him? I don’t allow myself to linger on that thought for long.
I stroll through the grounds and head to my favorite coffee cart, happy to see it’s still located in the same place as before. After I pay, I grab my coffee and try to balance my folder and laptop on my other hand, but I feel them slipping and I drop everything to save my laptop. Coffee and papers fly everywhere, and I slink to my knees and stare at the mess.
“Here, let me help you,” a dulcet voice dances around me.
I eye her Gucci flats, hoping I disappear into the ground from embarrassment. My eyes follow her long legs, past her glorious chocolate-colored locks, and settle on her familiar face. It takes me a good few seconds to register who is standing in front of me before she squats down and starts to collect my papers. I watch her in confusion, wondering what she is doing here, at Verona.
She looks at me, most probably wondering if I can string a sentence together. “Summer, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I’m Summer.” I lean forward and grab the few pages left on the ground.
“I’m Maya, I was wondering when I’d run into you.” She grins at me, her smile seems genuine.
“Today is my first day back,” I reveal.
“I know.” She stands and holds her free hand out to me.
I take it, and stand, continuing to stare at her in confusion. “When did you start here?” I narrow my gaze. The unsettling thought of her attending Verona, as much as I try to squash it, settles heavily in the pit of m
y stomach. I curb my jealous thoughts and wait for her explanation.
“A few months back.” She shuffles my papers in her hands. She must recognize the questioning look on my face, as she steps toward me and looks at me with concern. “Oh my god, I’m not here to steal your man. I’m as interested in him as he is in me. Us girls need to stick together, in this testosterone-fuelled mob world.” She extends my papers toward me.
I take them from her and keep my eyes focused on her features, trying to decipher if she’s lying or not. “So, no hard feelings about the charity auction?” I ask.
“Hell no, you saved me from having to spend another second with Enzo.” She pulls a disgusted face. “Sorry, I know he’s your boyfriend and all, but he’s just not my type.” She shrugs. “And I owe you for thwarting the stupid set up my dad had made with Salvatore. Like, holy fuck, this isn’t the 1920s,” she huffs.
“Okay.” I keep looking at her as though she’s about to sprout another head.
“Seriously. I’m not a threat, I’m an ally. Besides, I have my own man, even though he’s infuriatingly juvenile.” She grins at me and extends her hand. “Friends.”
I hesitate before grasping her delicate hand in mine. What have I got to lose? Being here now, cannot be worse than it was before, and I could do with more female friends. “Friends.”
“Want to grab another coffee?” She asks before her eyes narrow and stares past me.
“I’m going to be late for class. Maybe at lunch?” I turn to see the devil, with his vicious glare, approaching us.
“The fuck are you doing, Capelli?” Enzo’s stare could burn through the Antarctic.
“Oh, put your knickers away, big boy. I’m just making new friends, hey, Summer.” She winks at me, and I can’t help but automatically like her. No one I know has the balls to speak to Enzo like that.
Enzo looks at me, irritated, and about to blow a gasket. I place my hand on his arm and step into him, so my body touches his. This seems to dissipate his anger and he continues to stare at me.
“Yep, we just met. Maya helped me clean up my mess.” I squeeze his arm to let him know I’m okay.
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