Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Another cry left her lips as she went over the edge, and even before it was over, Enzo pulled his mouth and fingers away, to replace them with the hardness of his cock. He pushed to the hilt, and then pulled out of her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the gym.
Enzo grabbed her hands, pushing them above her head, keeping them locked there. “You’re at my mercy now.”
She moaned. “You can do whatever you want to me.” She trusted him and knew he wasn’t going to hurt her.
He groaned and slammed balls-deep, and she met him thrust for thrust, taking the whole of his length.
She felt the change within him and knew he was getting close to his own orgasm.
Enzo went over the edge, and he slammed deeper than he’d ever been, and it was almost too tight. She felt a brief hit of pain, but then she felt him pulse, as he spilled wave upon wave of his cum inside her.
“This is the best way of working out,” he said. “You really keep me focused.”
This made her laugh. “You’re insane.”
“Do you want to go again?” he asked.
“Do you think you could go again?” she challenged.
He pulled out of her, and he was still semi-hard, and she was just joking, however, Enzo proved that he was more than ready to go again, and again.
Even though he had climaxed just moments before, Enzo wasn’t done, as he brought himself hard once again, this time using her body to arouse him, and he came again, spilling his seed inside her.
****
Enzo was not a homebody. He was a man that liked to go out. His job demanded it.
However, after getting shot, he had the perfect excuse to stay home, and even though the wound was nearly healed, he was not in a rush to leave the house.
Duties did call, so he had to leave from time to time. Only, he made sure he was home for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The calls that didn’t require his presence, he took from his office. He didn’t hire any other staff, mainly because he loved to have Harper all to himself.
The uniform that covered her body was gone. She was not to wear that horrible thing again. He wanted her naked and at his fingertips so he could fuck her whenever he wanted to.
It had been two weeks, and Halloween was tomorrow. Marcus Villa still hadn’t told him what big plans he had for him, and he was not going to ask.
He was aware that Harper enjoyed Halloween. While he was out, he listened to her on the cameras, as she played music synonymous with Halloween. He loved watching her dance. She hadn’t worn any of her Halloween-themed pajamas, though.
Enzo knew she was doing all of this for him, because of what Isabella did. So, rather than spend the day at home, he decided to take Harper out.
He’d left a dress at the house and intended to take her out to dinner tonight. After dinner, he was taking her to a hotel. He knew she was curious as to why he hadn’t sold the house, and the truth was, it had been in his family for at least four generations, if not five. His great-grandfather had started building it with his own two hands, and each generation, a man had built onto it. His contribution to the house was the fucking pool. There was no longer any water in the pool, and the room was off limits. He was allowing it to go to ruin.
Arriving at his home after a long day in the office, dealing with a couple of cops on his payroll, as they told him the best route to distribute the drugs that had come through on a shipment. He was done with talking to dirty cops and doing this shit. It was part of his job.
His sector had straight access from the harbor and allowed easy distribution of product to where it needed to go. He was not interested in taking drugs, and the shit was always good. Marcus Villa prided himself on his product not killing their customers. There had been a few times over the years where some dirty product had been forged to look like theirs, and it killed.
Enzo hunted down every person involved, removed the product from sale, and killed those responsible for hurting others. The Villa Mafia were not good people, but they had standards. Killing customers was bad for business.
Pushing his work out of his mind, he stepped inside and saw Harper in the black sequined dress he’d gotten for her. He’d also sent a makeup artist and stylist, so she didn’t have to worry about a thing. Her lips were painted the perfect shade of red. She looked stunning.
But then, to him, she looked stunning without her clothes and her hair covered in knots from a night of sleep. He loved the real Harper, the woman that didn’t hide anything from him.