Hexed (Never After #6)

38. Enzo

THIRTY-EIGHT

ENZO

I’m a little drunk.

Believe it or not, that’s unusual for me. I usually cap myself off before I feel more than a slight buzz, never wanting to lose control of a situation or be caught off guard. And maybe it’s because I’m drunk that I swear I can feel Venesa here.

I brush it off because that’s ridiculous. Nobody can actually feel a specific other person. That’s shit you see in the movies. Not real life.

“E, man, you hear me?”

I turn my head to look at Gio, realizing it feels so much heavier than it normally does.

A lazy grin spreads across my face. “Yeah, man. I’m always hearing you.”

My eyes scan the room again when a trickle of awareness drips through me.

Seriously, what the fuck?

Gio leans in closer, but since he’s a few inches shorter than me—something I never let him forget—I have to tilt my head down to hear him.

“You gotta get a new phone, man,” he says. “And the De Lucas are trying to reach out.”

“Ah, fuck,” I complain, running a hand over my chin. “I knew it.”

Yells erupt from in front of us, and my attention goes to the fighters in the ring, my knuckles itching to reach out and taste blood for myself. Back before I became Peppino 2.0, I was in this ring a lot. It was the perfect outlet, letting me execute the violence I feel inside without it overtaking every other aspect of my life. Pops would probably be pissed off if he knew I was showing my face here. This is Gio’s spot to run now, although technically it’s still mine in name.

A flash of silver white screams at me from the corner of the room. My eyes slam over to it, but it’s dark and I can’t see shit. Plus, my vision is just the tiniest bit blurred.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” I pat Gio on the back.

A wicked look glints in his eyes. “You’re fucked up.”

I scoff and roll my neck. “Please. Just feeling good, like you suggested.”

Gio throws up his hands, that stupid smirk high on his face. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, sweetheart,” he hollers to a girl who walks over in booty shorts and a bedazzled bra top. I think she’s worked in our underground ring for a while, but I never get to know their names. It’s better if I keep separation.

“What’s up, Gio?” she replies.

“Grab my boy some water and some black coffee, would ya?”

She nods and winks at him. He smacks her ass before she walks away.

“You hitting that?” I ask.

He smirks. “Nah, I don’t like to mix business and pleasure, you know that.”

“Speaking of idiots who can’t separate business from pleasure, where the fuck is Scotty? Have you seen him?”

“I don’t know, man. He’s running around somewhere, probably talking shit.”

“Scotty ‘The Gossip’ Andretti. That’s gotta be his nickname when he gets made, because the kid’s always running his fucking mouth. We’ll have to get a handle on that if he ever wants to be on the books,” I say.

“Ain’t that the truth?” Gio straightens and looks around. “Speaking of…there he is.”

My eyes follow where he’s nodding to, and I see Scotty. His back is tense, and he’s gripping somebody, although it’s hard to tell who with the way they’re angled.

Interesting.

And then suddenly it’s as though the clouds part, the sun shines, and the birds fucking chirp, because he moves, and Venesa’s perfect face appears. I knew I wasn’t losing it.

Gio’s talking in my ear still, but I move off the wall and make my way toward them, leaving him hanging midsentence.

I’m over to them in a flash, and the closer I get, the more excitement I feel, because she’s here, and so am I, and I’m not engaged, and she’s fucking here .

She whispers something into Scotty’s ear, and he’s gripping her arm like he’s trying to hold her in place. Something foreign and hot rips through me at the sight, similar to how it felt when that woman was groping all over Venesa at the engagement party.

I’ve never been the jealous type, but I can’t stand watching other people touch her.

When I get close, I glance around, noticing lingering eyes trying to eat her up. I shoot them dark looks, and their gazes skitter away like ants.

She’s saying something to Scotty about giving everyone a show when I step up behind her. Scotty’s eyes catch mine and widen like he’s in trouble.

I lean down and whisper in her ear. “No free shows, baby.”

Goose bumps sprout along her skin, and I want to lick them. I hold myself back, but only just.

“Scotty, I’d listen to her if I were you,” I say. “I’ve seen firsthand what she’s capable of, and I’d hate for her to embarrass you in front of your boys.”

He snatches his hand back in a heartbeat.

Venesa spins around and smiles at me, those damn dimples highlighting the apples of her cheeks. “Enzo.”

I grin back at her like an idiot. “Fuck, I love the way you say my name.”

Rowdy screams and catcalls break out behind us, then a loud thud as one fighter gets knocked out and slams into the metal cage.

“I need to talk to you,” she says loudly, trying to speak over the raucous noise of the space.

My eyes drop to her lips.

“You can do whatever you want with me,” I reply, but I don’t know if she hears me.

I place my hand on the small of her back, anticipation flooding my body at the simple touch, and push her forward, leading her toward the small office we have down here.

We pass by Gio, who’s still where I left him with his back leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. His eyebrow quirks as he watches me walk Venesa by him.

But he doesn’t stop me. He knows better.

All I’m concerned about is how good it feels to have her here.

We reach the office, and I swing the door open, then push her inside before closing it behind us. I lean against the wall, slipping my hands into my pockets for no other reason than I’m not sure I can control what I’ll do if I let them free.

She walks through the room, scrunching up her nose and turning to face me as she leans that delectable ass against the edge of the small desk.

Then Venesa’s body relaxes like she’s dropping a shield. “I pictured you in a skyscraper with a fancy office and secretaries at your beck and call.”

“I can show you that tomorrow morning if you’d like.”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “Of course you can.”

I stare at her with what I’m sure is a goofy-ass grin on my face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.

My smile widens. “Like what?”

“Like you’re happy to see me.”

Moving forward, I slip my hands around her waist, dragging her into me. She gasps, her palms coming up to rest on my chest.

“I am happy to see you,” I say.

“Enzo, I…”

“I want to kiss you,” I blurt. I don’t know why I say it, other than it’s all I can think about now that she’s here. It’s all I thought about even when she wasn’t.

“Enzo.” She laughs.

“I’m serious. Why won’t you let me kiss you?”

“Are you drunk ?”

She tries to push off me, but I pull her in closer, flipping us around until her body is nestled between my legs as I lean back against the lip of the desk.

“Drunk on you,” I murmur, running my nose along her neck. “Fuck, you smell good.”

She giggles and tries to push me again. “You’re handsy when you drink, huh?”

“Can’t help it.” I grunt, digging my fingers into her hips. “I knew you were here.”

She lifts a brow and pulls back slightly. “I’m surprised you saw me at all, to be honest.”

“Baby, you walk into a room and every head turns. You think you can be anywhere I am and I won’t notice?”

Her eyes widen a bit as she stares up at me, her hands still gripping my chest—maybe to keep me away—I’m not sure. If that’s why she’s doing it, then it doesn’t have the intended effect. It does nothing but heighten the desire coursing through me like a goddamn inferno.

“Don’t say things like that,” she murmurs. “You can’t .”

I lean in, ghosting my lips across the side of her face, my free hand coming up to cup her chin. “I can do whatever I want.”

She sucks in a breath, and her fingers clench in my shirt.

I try to press my mouth to hers, but she turns her cheek. “This isn’t why I came here.”

Sighing, I drop my forehead against hers, rolling it back and forth. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” I grip her face in my hands and pull her back to me. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

Venesa inhales, her eyes dipping down.

“Don’t do that,” I murmur. “Just tell me.”

“Well, you’re engaged to my cousin, for one.”

I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”

She gasps, her gaze shooting back to mine. “What?”

I slide my hand through her hair, tangling my fingers in the strands and cupping the back of her neck. “I’m all yours, piccola sirena, if you’ll have me.”

“Enzo, I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me why you won’t let me kiss you.”

She hesitates, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I’m afraid I’ll be bad at it.”

I scoff, my fingers tightening in her hair. “Impossible.”

“I’ve never done it before. I…”

Energy flares in my chest at her words, something carnal and possessive rushing through me and making me feel like a king among men.

“Don’t be scared,” I tell her.

Kiss the girl .

I brush my nose against hers again. “I’m going to kiss you. And I promise it will be the best one of my life.”

“How do you know?”

My thumb slips along her lower lip, my eyes following the movement. “Because it’s with you.”

And then I capture her lips with mine.

Fireworks explode in my chest, sparks floating down and settling deep in my abdomen. Everything around me dims, paling compared to this moment.

I’m finally kissing the woman I’m in love with.

The realization hits me like a ball against a baseball bat.

Goddamn. I love her.

She doesn’t move her mouth at first, and my hand on her chin softens as I slide it to her jaw, trying to coax her gently to respond. She does, and I groan when she kisses me back. My other hand tightens in her strands, tugging the smallest amount. My tongue sneaks out and licks along the seam of her lips.

She moans, and my cock jerks to attention at the sound.

I’m immersed in everything Venesa, and I could live here forever.

She breaks away from me, panting, and I try to dive back down to recapture her lips again, because now that I’ve had them, I don’t know how I’ll ever go without.

“Enzo, I really need to?—”

“Later,” I say. “It doesn’t matter what you have to tell me. There’s nothing you could say that will change how I feel. Just…let me have you. Finally. Please. ”

It’s not like me to beg, but the alcohol loosened my grasp on my morals and my control just enough for me to be vulnerable and honest.

I have to know what she feels like. It’s been torturing me for weeks remembering the feel of her pinned to the wall beneath me, so close to touching yet so far from being intertwined. I want to slip down her body, put my mouth on her cunt and suck until she creams, and then I want to slip my cock inside her until I feel like she’ll never be able to get me out.

The thought of coming inside her, of making her moan my name while I claim her in the most primal way, shooting deep into her channel, makes my balls tighten, and my tongue swirls with hers again, my mouth pressing against her harder.

The air turns frantic, and she becomes an active participant in the kiss, her hands sliding up my chest and wrapping around my neck until she tangles her fingers in the strands of my hair and tugs so she can press against me more firmly.

Another moan escapes her, and then I’m moving, my touch gliding from her face and behind her head, skimming down her sides, sliding up her dress until my hands drift beneath it and I’m touching hot, slick skin.

Our lips never separate, and it’s messy and she’s unsure, but it doesn’t matter because it’s with her, so it’s perfect.

It’s like she’s been starved for so long and now that she’s given in, she can’t get enough. I don’t know why she’s never kissed anyone before, but I’m not going to question it. Knowing I’m the only one to get that from her? It’s a gift. One that fills me up and makes me want to fall and worship at her feet.

Which I do.

I push her back slightly, finally breaking away, and I spin us around again, my hands going to her hips and lifting her until she’s perched on the edge of the desk. I drop to my knees, slipping her dress up her body. When I glance at her, my stomach clenches and flips.

She’s breathtaking.

Her chest is heaving, cheeks a rosy pink, and her eyes are half-lidded and dreamy, sexual in a way that makes it hard to think. To breathe.

“Enzo, please ,” she begs, her hands finding purchase on the top of my head.

“Shhh, baby. I want to take my time. Memorize this moment so I can think about it whenever I want.”

Leaning in, I press soft kisses to her ankle, her calf, her inner thigh. Her legs part wider, and I’m fucking thrilled when I realize she, once again, isn’t wearing any underwear, her cunt on display, pink, swollen, and fucking perfect.

My mouth waters, my hands gripping her outer thighs and pulling her into me roughly until her ass scoots to the very edge of the desk.

She gasps, and then her eyes flare and she tightens her grip on my hair, pushing my face into her pussy.

Heaven.

This must be what it feels like.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand, blowing soft puffs of air on her clit.

“I want you to lick me.”

My tongue sneaks out and gives a tentative swipe, barely there, just ghosting along her lips and around her clit. She pushes on the back of my head harder, and I sink in willingly, her taste exploding on my taste buds and making my eyes roll back. She’s tangy, like pineapple and woman, and my cock is pressing against my zipper so hard, I think it might break through, precum dripping down my length and making a mess on my skin.

She moans and releases my head, falling back on her elbows, her breasts moving up and down with her heavy breaths. “Oh, God , Enzo, that feels.…”

Her words urge me on, and I can tell from how open she is to this experience that although she may have been a virgin with kissing, in other areas, she’s definitely not.

My tongue circles her clit and dips down to her entrance, lapping up her wetness and then heading back to where I know she needs me most. One of my hands moves to grip her inner thigh, forcing her legs open more, and my other goes to her dripping hole, my fingers slipping inside her and moving back and forth, curling upward with my motion.

She moans again, and I watch her from where I’m settled between her legs, my cock pulsing with need when she throws her head back, her hair brushing against the desk as she pants out her pleasure.

Goddamn, she’s fucking perfect this way.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Just like that.”

Her hips rotate on my mouth, and I move the hand that was gripping her inner thigh up to her side, helping her move against me.

When I look up again, I almost come on the spot because she’s gotten her breasts out of the top of her dress, the fabric bunched underneath them, and she’s playing with her perfect rosy nipples, twisting them between her fingers until they’re stiff, firm points. And even more than that, she’s wearing the necklace.

A pretty pink seashell rests in the valley between her tits, and it sends a rush through me because it feels like it’s a mark, one claiming that she’s mine and I’m hers.

I break away from working on her clit, and she looks down at me, her hands leaving her perfect tits and gripping my head again, shoving me back into her hot cunt. “I said don’t stop,” she repeats.

She isn’t afraid to take what she needs, and I work her harder, loving the way it feels when she practically rides my fingers and moves her swollen, puffy clit back and forth along the tip of my tongue.

Her breathing grows even choppier, and her legs snap closed on the sides of my face, her limbs trembling against me.

“Oh God…” And then she comes apart, her body vibrating and her pussy flooding my mouth with her incredible taste. I drink it up like I’m starved, continuing to work her with my fingers and tongue until she comes down fully, and only then do I let her go, sitting back on my heels, her wetness smeared across my face and her scent covering me.

“ Christ , you’re sexy when you come,” I tell her.

She sits up, her eyes flaring, and reaches out, gripping me by the shirt and dragging me into her, smashing our mouths together.

Her tongue tangles with mine, and I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t even breathe properly because the thought of her tasting herself on me is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I break away from her lips so I can tell her that, but she slips her fingers through the hairs at the nape of my neck and pulls me back in, her mouth circling my bottom lip and biting like she can’t get enough of her own taste. She tangles our tongues again, and I groan into her when she sucks on mine, and fuck, I was wrong before because that is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

My dick is aching to be released, and her hands move down the front of my shirt to my belt buckle, undoing it without even having to look, and then she’s pushing my pants down just enough.

I help her, moving her back on the desk as I stand up straight, the air pulling taut with tension and frantic desperation.

It may have only been a few weeks, but it feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, and I don’t want to wait anymore. My cock pops out, sticking straight up, cum bubbling on the top and dripping down like a faucet from how turned on I am.

Her eyes flare, and she leans forward, gripping me in her hand and physically pulling me toward her mouth.

When her hot tongue laps at the head of my dick, my entire body lights up like fireworks, and my hands move to the back of her head, my gaze snapping down so I don’t miss a second.

She’s a vision with her mouth on my cock.

It jerks, and my balls tighten again, and goddamn , I’m about to come already from how worked up she has me, and that’s unacceptable, so I push her back.

“Lie on the desk,” I demand.

She pouts. “I wanted to?—”

I shake my head, my hand resting on her chest right above her cleavage and pushing her lightly, encouraging her. “What did I say?”

“You said to lie back,” she replies as she does so.

I follow her backward until I’m leaning over her, my dick rigid and throbbing, ready to slide into her until I can’t tell us apart.

My stomach tenses in anticipation.

“That’s my good girl,” I coo, dipping my face down until my mouth is next to her ear. “I know you’re used to taking control, to having everything at your beck and call, but when it’s us, I want you to relax and let go. Let me take care of you . Can you do that for me, baby?”

I pull back slightly, my right hand gripping the base of my cock and tugging up to the head, my fingers slipping in the precum and spreading it around to lubricate my shaft. I don’t take my eyes off her for a second.

Fuck, I need to be inside her.

She bites her lip, her face flushed with arousal as she nods. “I can do that.”

My dick is at her entrance now, and I prod her tight hole before sliding up and pressing the head against her clit, smacking it lightly.

She’s hot and wet and so hot, I can barely believe I’m about to sink inside her.

“That’s my girl.”

Venesa shivers.

I grab her hand and move it to my cock, forcing her to sit up slightly, her soft palm a contrast to my rough one as we both grip my length and put it back at her entrance. “I want you to feel me going into you.”

She doesn’t reply, just bites that lower lip again, but her hold tightens, her fingers overlapping mine so we circle my base completely.

And then I’m there, and I’m pushing in, and I swear to God I nearly black out from the pleasure of finally— finally —being inside her.

She exhales on a gasp, and I try to focus, to slot every second of what she feels like into my memory as I inch my way deep into her, burying myself to the hilt.

When I’m all the way in, my groin against hers, I pause, my eyes scouring her like a starving man, which I guess I am.

I’m desperate for her.

To memorize the way she looks right now—right this second—when we’re so connected, it feels like the world could burn down around us and nothing but this moment would matter.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

“Enzo, move .”

My hand moves up and slips behind her head, cradling it because I’m about to fuck her rough and I don’t want her to get hurt but also so I can tangle her hair in my fist and pull.

Which I do.

Hard.

“Tell me what to do again,” I threaten, the same way I always do when she gets bossy.

She lets out a loud groan when I pull her hair harder, and then I’m moving, sliding my length in and out of her at a fast pace, my cock hitting her so deep with every thrust that her breasts jiggle and her body moves up the desk.

She feels fucking incredible, so I tell her that.

Her eyes roll back in her head, sweat beading at her temples and making strands of her hair stick to the side of her face.

“Fu—I…”

Leaning over her, I press my mouth to hers, wanting to suffocate myself with everything that is Venesa until I drown.

“Enzo,” she cries out.

My name on her lips sends possessiveness swirling through me like a tornado, and my hips jerk out of rhythm; I’m perilously close to coming.

My free hand moves to slip underneath her, and I pull her until I’m standing straight and she’s sitting up; the front of her body is plastered against mine and her ass rests on the edge of the desk. My cock never stops dipping into her, and this new angle creates a friction that’s massaging my length and pumping me closer to release with each second.

I pull her hair again with my fist, and it brings her head back, elongating her pretty pale neck.

Leaning down, I press sloppy kisses to her throat. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I can feel her swallow, and I bite her skin until it leaves a mark, my hips slamming roughly into hers.

There’s a brief moment where I think maybe she won’t say it, and it sends a sharp stab of fear through my chest, but before I can focus on the feeling, she’s crying out.

“Yours,” she exclaims. “I’m yours.”

Heat spreads down my spine, her words causing a euphoria that not even a drug could touch.

“I’m yours too,” I say, giving her one more nip on the neck.

She groans, her eyes rolling back and legs shaking around my hips.

My grip on her hair tightens, and I pull, moving my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to come inside you.”

Her pussy walls flutter around me.

“Would you like that, baby? For me to own you that way? To claim you?”

“Ye—yes,” she stutters.

“I’ll pump you so full, it leaks down your legs, and then parade you in front of the world, just to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Her gaze sharpens, the cloud of lust clearing for just a moment, and her nails dig into my shoulders. “As long as they know it goes both ways.”

“Give it to me, then,” I demand, my hand on her lower back urging her hips to meet my thrusts. She does, and fuck , the added rotation is sending me flying.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, and they’re hot and sticky as we come together over and over, the smell of sex strong in the air.

I move my hand from her lower back and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion while I fuck into her with my cock.

Her body starts to spasm around me, and I know she’s close because her cunt is contracting, her slick walls massaging my length and urging me to come.

“ Fuck , that’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a perfect girl for me.”

She screams, loud , and her pussy clamps down on me like a vise, and that’s it for me; I explode, my cock jerking wildly as I thrust one more time and then hold myself as deep as I can inside her.

My orgasm is so strong, my vision goes black and stars dot the edges, and I throw my head back, groaning as I empty myself.

Panting hard, I open my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing. When my vision returns, I look down, noticing how out of sorts she is on the desk.

She looks fucked hard and put away wet, and she’s so perfect, I have an urge to grab my phone and snap a picture, just so I can jerk off later to the sight of her this way.

“That was…” she starts.

I collapse on top of her, my breathing shaky and my body coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Perfect,” I finish for her. “That was fucking perfect. Just like you.”

I rest my forehead against hers while I will my heart to calm down.

“Now what?” she murmurs against my face.

I pull back and flash her a grin. I feel sober now, but I’m flying higher than I’ve ever been.

“Now we get you cleaned up, I take you back out there, and I show you how good we can be in this life, not a different one.”