Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Eighteen

Mia POV

Enzo responds as if he is starving and I am the last meal he will ever get. His hands explore my sides, teasing the exposed skin of my side breasts as they trail up to my hair. One hand stops at the nape of my neck, pulling me deeper into his kiss, as the other wraps in my hair, forcing my head to tilt further back so he can completely consume me.

God, his kisses are like a deadly drug, and I am addicted. I never want him to stop.

Heat tears through my veins and our tongues dance together as we devour each other. I bunch his hoodie in my fists and pull him closer to me, needing to be suffocated by him. His massive body weight presses me down, my back touching the ice-cold metal hood of his car. I gasp in his mouth and arch my back trying to escape the arctic assault. Enzo breaks our kiss and chuckles, standing up so that his influence stops chilling my bones. “Careful, it's cold, baby.”

He reaches behind his shoulders and tugs at the back of his hoodie. As he hauls the hoodie over his head, it clings to his shirt. His torso gets exposed, the sexy defined lines making my mouth water. Just as the hoodie releases his shirt, I catch a glimpse of crimson before it falls. I grab ahold of his shirt and jerk it up, stopping when I reach the half-ass-covered gash across his chest.

“What the f**k Lorenzo?” I scold. As if he is not bleeding through the gauze patch, he pulls the hoodie over my head, pushing my arms away from him. I have no choice but to drop them and let him help me put the oversized piece of clothing on. I don’t complain because I am instantly warm, but I don’t forget about his sloppy patch job either. “What happened?”

“I got too close to something I shouldn’t have, forget about it.” His accent is thick. Something it does when he is uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to answer me, or at least tell me the full truth.

“Those bandages need to be changed.”

“I’ll change them when I get home.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Did you put the first set on? Because you did a shitty job.”

He quirks his eyebrow, takes my chin in his hand, and kisses me gently. “I said forget about it, Mia.” His tone is stern but light. It says, “drop the subject, but know that I am okay, and you have nothing to worry about.” But he knows I’m far too stubborn for that.

Pushing off the car, I stand my ground, “Do you have a first aid kit in your car that you keep for mafia emergencies, or do I need to sneak you into the house?”

Enzo sighs, knowing he is defeated.

After getting through the door quietly, we sneak up the stairs. Every few steps I have to stop and squeeze my legs together because I am about to pee. I don’t know why I need to pee all of a sudden when I am scared or sneaking around. My bladder has always been that way. When we were kids and we would play hide-and-seek, I would always have to stop playing in the middle of hiding because I would just about pee myself. Lorenzo knows this too and chuckles each time I stop and giggle at myself.

I lead the big bad boogieman into my bathroom and tell him to take his shirt off and almost hit my knees when he does. Why does he have to be so sexy? I could rub ice cream on him and lick him from head to toe with no shame in my game. He is Pure f*****g delicious.

“Sit on the edge of the tub.” I direct him as I search the cabinet for the first aid kit as quietly as possible. I turn around after finding the twenty-year-old kit, and Enzo has already removed the bandage and discarded it in the trash can.

Setting the box on the cabinet, I open it and remove alcohol, gauze, butterfly stitches, and medical tape. “This will sting,” I tell him before pouring the alcohol onto his wound, catching the runoff with a hand towel beneath the gash before the liquid has time to reach his black pants. I repeat the cleaning three more times before patting him dry and adding butterfly stitches. I finish by covering those with a piece of gauze and taping the edges down. Lorenzo’s attention stays on my face the entire time as he watches me work on his wound. He never flinches, tenses, or seems affected by the pain. “This probably needs real stitches, it's deep. Doesn’t the mafia have an underground personal hospital with crooked doctors or something?”

His chest rumbles beneath my hands. He tries hard to keep from laughing out loud and waking my parents. “You have watched too many Hollywood movies.” He whispers, taking a piece of my hair and tucking it behind my ear. “I’d rather you take care of me anyhow.”

I met his gaze, offering him a soft smile. “The doctor is finished with you. Please collect your bill on the way out.” I tease.

He reaches for my hips, grabbing ahold of me he parts his knees and pulls me to him. He peers up at me, his blue irises circling with mischief. “I can pay now.” God, his voice is grainy and deep. Loaded with enough seduction to mistake his voice for that of a siren.

Goosebumps travel the road map of my body, tingling in places they don’t normally. Excitement coils in my belly. “You sure you can pay for it? My services are expensive.” My breath is shaky. My voice is strained from the tension the burning coils create.

Sliding his hands down my hips, over my ass, he grabs the back of one of my knees and pulls it onto the side of his lap. He guides my other knee as I straddle him. He stands, lifting me and setting me on the counter opposite the tub. He dips his head down, his breath tickling my ear. “Be a good girl and stay very quiet so that we don’t get caught.” He reaches between us, brushing his knuckles between my legs. A shiver runs down my spine willing me to nod in agreement.

Fuck I will agree to anything to have him.

He trails kisses along my jaw, over my neck, and down my chest. I expect him to stop there but he doesn’t, he trudges down until he reaches the band of my shorts. Dragging his hands up my thighs, he grips the fabric and tugs. I lift, helping him slide my shorts and thong off.

My heart rate is in my throat and sweat forms on my brow. His lecherous gaze is enough to make me c*m without him having to touch me.

Enzo grabs my knees and forces them into my stomach. His mouth locks onto my p***y without warning. I arch my back and hold my breath, too scared that a scream will escape my lungs. Hit tongue swirls around my clit and then he spreads out his tongue, lapping at my center like it’s a f*****g ice cream cone. When a whimper escapes from my lips, he covers my mouth with his heavy hand. “Shhh, kitten.”

Using his free hand, he dips a single finger inside me and continues to lick, nibble, and suck on my clit. He adds a finger, stretching me. My moans as he pumps in and out of me are muffled by his hand, but they are still erratic and animalistic.

“f**k, you taste good.” He mumbles into my p***y, his hot breath tickling me blissfully, in a way I never thought possible.

He bends his fingers in a come here motion on the inside of my p***y, hitting that perfect spot. He nibbles on my clit almost painfully, thickening his tongue and circling the sensitive bud before the pain registers. He does this over and over as he f***s me with his fingers. The pressure in my core builds. I yank at his hair and rock my hips into his assault, taking what I want from him.

Two of his fingers slip into my opened mouth, pleasure tips me over the edge, and needing something to keep me quiet, I bite down. Enzo flinches for only a second, surprised by the pain, but as I explode on his tongue, he finger f***s me even harder, paying no attention to my bite. He continues to pleasure me letting me ride out the wave until I am breathless.

My body shudders as he pulls his fingers out - Silky cream soaking his skin. He licks my c*m off his fingers and winks at me. “Sweet as honey.” He offers. I’m relieved when he lets go of my legs, like jelly they fall to the floor. I try to stand but my legs feel like overcooked pasta, soft and mushy. Enzo chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist, holding me up. His eyes are shaded with so much depth as I stare into them. If his eyes were a body of water and I were to dive in, I would drown. “Sei sempre nel mio cuore (always in my heart)”

My heart drops at the familiar words. He told me those same words the day he left for Italy so many years ago. My breathing quickens my mind remembering how I felt that day, fear running ramped. Is this another goodbye? I caress his cheek, leaning up on my tippy toes, I kiss him gently. His tongue runs the link of my lip, wanting permission to enter. I part my lips and let him in. I expect him to devour me like usual, but his kiss is slow. His kiss does more than claim me, it proves the words he just spoke are true.

The more he kisses me, the more I need him – the more I want to feel him please me all over again. My mind, body, and soul want to smother myself in every piece of him. My heart dances and butterflies take flight in my stomach. I don’t ever want this moment to end.

I feel my way down his chest and dip my fingers into the waistband of his pants. When he does not stop me, I unbuckle his belt and move to the button of his jeans. It’s not until I slip my hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his c**k that he breaks our kiss. He looks at me through hooded lids. Staring at Enzo I drop to my knees and pull his c**k out. It bounces free from his boxers and stares me in the face. Just as I’m about to take him in my mouth his phone buzzes on the counter next to us. The loud hum startles us both, stealing our attention. Donnie’s name flashes across the screen.

“f**k!” Enzo reaches for his phone and sends it to voicemail. He tries to pull his pants up, but I stop him. He thumbs at my lips, favoring the bottom one most. He grabs ahold of himself and presses the head of his c**k to my lips. “Open your mouth,” he tells me. I part my lips, my tongue darting out to lick his head. He groans and closes his eyes.

His phone buzzes again. This time it’s Marco’s name that pops up on the screen.

Marco: You still with little Romano? Donnie’s looking for you.

A message comes through from Donnie not even a second after.

Donnie: We have a problem. Where are you?

“Shit.” He exclaims. He backs away from me, grabs my hand, and pulls me to my feet. He readjusts himself and buckles his pants back up.

“Is everything okay?” I don’t know why I would ask such a stupid question. Even if it weren’t he wouldn’t tell me.

“I’ll text you in the morning.” Lorenzo kisses the top of my head “Buona notte amore mio (Good night my love)” he whispers into my ear.

“Buona notte amore mio.” I whisper back as he quietly disappears down the stairs and out the door.