Hexed (Never After #6)

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

VENESA

“And how do you feel about that?”

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing as Gio tries to psychoanalyze Enzo from across the dining table in our new house.

Enzo groans, tugging on the roots of his hair. “Would you shut the fuck up?”

Gio shrugs and grins. “Just following orders from the boss.” He points to me.

“Oh, no,” I say, walking by and smacking him on the back of the head before I plop down in Enzo’s lap. “You don’t get to blame this on me. You trying to get me in trouble?”

“You wanted a therapist, and for obvious reasons, you can’t just talk to any shrink out there… I’m just being the go—between guy because, honestly, you both could use some therapy, you know? Fucking weirdos out here torturing people as foreplay.”

I beam over at him, and Enzo wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me more snuggly onto his lap and nuzzling my neck. “You smell so good, goddamn,” he murmurs into my skin.

“Scotty!” Gio yells. “You didn’t tell me their new house came with a show.”

Scotty cackles from the open kitchen, where he’s cleaning up the Sunday dinner he made earlier.

It’s become a type of tradition, these family nights.

My heart fills with warmth as I look around and realize I have everything I’ve ever ached for right here. Who knew I’d wind up in New York with a bunch of mob guys at my beck and call, and my most trusted adviser, Bastien, back in Atlantic Cove, running my empire?

I miss him, though—-Bastien, that is—-and I wish he could be closer.

Enzo slides his hand up my stomach instead, teasing the underside of my breast in a way that has my cheeks flushing.

“Enzo,” I admonish, but I wiggle on his lap, rubbing against him anyway. “Not in front of people, please be serious.”

“They should get out, then,” he complains, his grip on me tightening. “Because I’m about to fuck you right on this table.”

Scotty waltzes into the room, grinning from ear to ear. “What’s this about a show?”

I point my finger at him and Gio. “Leave. Both of you.”

“Oh!” Gio exclaims. “That’s the kind of love we get around here? I see how it is.”

“It’s because I love you,” I admit. “Enzo may act like he doesn’t care if you stay and watch, but we both know he’d kill you for seeing me that way.”

“True,” Enzo confirms, pressing soft kisses to the juncture between my shoulder and my neck.

Gio nods and stands. “You make some very valid points.” He walks over to Scotty before clapping him on the shoulder and steering him toward the front door. “Come on, kid. Let’s go find our own dimes.”

I don’t even hear them leave because, in the next second, Enzo has me off his lap and laid out on the dining table in front of him, my front pressed to the dark wood and my dress flipped up so that my ass is on display and my pussy is exposed for his viewing pleasure.

His mouth latches on to me immediately, causing a sharp breath of air to escape from my lungs. My arms fly out to try and stabilize myself, and my fingernails dig into the table, my body already soaring from how good Enzo’s mouth feels.

I think he’s obsessed with eating pussy.

And to be honest, I’m here for it. I appreciate the art of pleasuring a woman, and if he weren’t so possessive over me, I’d introduce a woman into the bedroom and turn it into a competition of who can make her come the fastest. But he’s too jealous, and to be honest, so am I.

The thought of him ever touching anyone but me sends me into a fiery rage that can’t be tamed.

In fact, that thought, knowing he’s mine and mine alone, makes me crazy with desire, and when his tongue moves in the way it does, and his finger slips into me and curls up, I’m already on the edge of oblivion and about to explode.

“Oh my god,” I cry out, pressing my face harder against the table.

He stops suddenly, and the peak I was about to hit withers away. My body feels like it’s on fire, though. Every single time he touches me, it’s another electrical pulse that rages through my body and sets my nerve endings ablaze.

He’s the only one who’s ever done that to me.

“Don’t move,” he commands.

I sink into his voice, allowing myself to relax completely and let go of everything that I usually feel: the need for control and the sense of responsibility I have because everyone else defers to me in every aspect, especially now that I’m both the owner of the Kingston empire and Enzo Marino’s wife.

Like he says, even though I can take care of myself, it doesn’t mean I should have to.

And I think I really like being taken care of by my husband.

He’s the first person who has ever shown me what it truly means to be loved unconditionally.

I gasp when he stands and slams into me from behind, his fingers digging into the meat of my hips and his sharp thrusts sending me up the table, my hands grappling for purchase. “Fuck, Enzo.”

“That’s right, baby—-it’s me who makes you feel like this. Goddamn, you take my cock so well.”

Pleasure skitters through me at his approval, lighting me up like fireworks.

He’s big—-sometimes, I feel like he’s almost too big—-and at this angle, with these thrusts, it feels like I’m going to burst apart at the seams. It hurts so good, though.

Heat builds deep in my abdomen and spreads down my spine, collecting between my legs until the tension winds tighter and tighter. I’m going to either pass out or explode from the pleasure, and when his free hand wraps around my body and fingers my clit, I detonate, my body pulsing in time with my heart as I come undone around him entirely.

Enzo’s movements turn jerky as he reaches his peak, and I say what I know will make him lose control entirely: “Come inside me.”

He collapses on top of me, biting into my neck as he groans in my ear and unloads.

I know it gets him off to talk about making me pregnant, but we’ve both agreed that we won’t have kids in reality.

It’s just not something I’m interested in.

We have too much trauma from both of our parents, and I don’t want to have the responsibility of making sure I don’t fuck another person up for the rest of their lives.

I was worried that would be a deal—breaker, but he said “happy wife, happy life,” and that as long as he has me, he doesn’t care about anything else.

“Fuck, I love you,” he murmurs, pressing hot kisses along the length of my spine, his cock still inside me, twitching as we both come down from our high. “I’ll never get tired of you.”

Emotion overwhelms me, my chest expanding as it fills with a gooey warmth.

I never thought I’d have this type of love.

One that’s unconditional and all—consuming.

My throat swells, and I clear it before moving until he slips out of me, twisting around until I’m flat on my back and staring up at his perfect face. Reaching up, I ghost my fingers along his cheeks. “Thanks for being mine, Lover Boy.”

He grins down at me before leaning down and capturing my lips with his. “Thanks for letting me love you out loud, piccola sirena.”

“For the rest of this life?” I question.

“And every other one too.”