Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“This is mine? From my house?”
He folded up the newspaper and nodded. “Yes.”
“How?”
“You gave me the key.” He got to his feet. “If you follow me.” He walked across the penthouse, toward their bedroom and turned right, going to the spare bedroom. He opened the door.
Adele had followed him, just as he knew she would. “You can arrange everything in there. I have a house out in the country, but I’m here most of the time.” He wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but he wanted Adele with him at all times. He enjoyed the feeling of coming home, of even wanting to come home.
“This is … incredible,” she said.
She turned back toward him. “You did all of this for me?”
“Yes. I don’t want you to get stir crazy, or be bored, with your threat of cleaning a hole in the floor.”
Adele burst out laughing but then threw herself at him. Enzo chuckled, pulling her in close and kissing her lips.
“I love this,” she said. “Thank you.”
For a split-second, he froze. At no point had she said she loved him, but hearing the start of “I love”—he didn’t like the yearning within his chest to hear more.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He pressed her up against the wall, taking possession of her lips. He felt a sudden intense need to be inside her. The negligee was no match for his hands, as he ran them all over her body, exploring every inch of her, craving her, desperate. He needed to be inside her.
He tore the negligee from her body and then stroked down, going toward her ass, then back up to her tits, pushing them together. He offered them up to his own lips, and he sucked each nipple in turn. She moaned his name, shaking and quivering around him.
He flicked his tongue back and forth, and then let go of her tits to slide his hand between her thighs, to test if she was ready for him. Adele was soaking wet, and he slid two fingers inside her easily.
He didn’t have the patience to give her an orgasm. He’d do that after he finished with her. Lifting her up so that he balanced her weight between his own body and the wall, he thrust inside her, going hard and deep within her tight pussy. She screamed his name, but he didn’t stop. Pulling out of her, he pressed back inside, thrusting hard and deep, knowing he should have taken this to the bedroom, but he didn’t care.
When Adele was in this room, doing her hobby, he wanted her to think about him. This is why he’d already fucked her in every other room of the house. Their bedroom was a must, the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, even the corridor. Not a place was untouched by his need for Adele to think of him and their time together, and he fucked her harder and faster, driving in.
Only when she called his name and he knew he consumed her thoughts, did he go over the edge into bliss, growling her name as he did so. He spilled every single drop of his cum, flooding her channel. It felt so fucking good to come, but he wasn’t done.
He pulled out of her, spun her around so that her back was to him, and he touched her clit, wanting her to orgasm. Enzo couldn’t believe that after just a few strokes, she came, his name once again on her lips as she let go.
Chapter Ten
Two Months Later
Enzo sat in his office, going over the latest figures that had been sent to him, when the door opened. One of his men, Smith, was on the other side.
“A Mrs. Isabella Bianchi is here,” Smith said. “She would like to see you.”
He sat back in his chair, tempted to say no, but he didn’t see a point in disturbing the peace that had settled over his life the past two months.
“Let her in,” he said, putting the paperwork aside.
It was unusual for a capo’s wife to come and visit another capo. Isabella should be going to see Adele, but he wouldn’t have that. Hank had been in constant contact with him the past couple of months. In fact, one week ago, Enzo shared the rather unexpected news.
After nearly three months of marriage, Adele was expecting a baby. He had a feeling she was pregnant not long ago when she started to become overwhelmingly sick. At first, Enzo didn’t want to concern her, but then he came home with a pregnancy test when Adele kept worrying over feeling ill.
Enzo wasn’t sure if his wife was happy about being pregnant. There was a lot about his wife he didn’t understand.
Getting the sewing supplies from her house had worked to erase some of her restlessness in the last two months. She hadn’t complained once about being bored. In fact, most evenings when he was late he found her in the sewing room.