Smirking at him, I glanced over at the bike and wondered just how that would work. "I mean, the bike is right there," I murmured, my voice turning breathy as my pussy clenched around nothing. Never in my wildest fantasies had I ever imagined having sex on a motorcycle, and I'd had some great wet dreams in my life.
"Bike it is," Enzo confirmed, shoving open the driver's side door of the Range Rover. He disabled the alarm quickly as I followed out the other side, teetering on my heels as he moved to the bike. He sat on it like it was a throne, and he was the god who commanded my world. He raised a challenging brow at me. "As sexy as you are in that skirt, I want you in nothing but those heels, Baby Girl," he murmured.
Biting my lip and looking at him, I studied him while I unzipped my jacket slowly. Enzo was a mess of contradictions, perfectly displayed by the image of him sitting on his Harley in his tailored suit. His haircut was military professional, not a strand touching his ears or the collar of his suit even though the top had more length for me to grip onto. The blood on his hands was all criminal, a figurative symbol of the lives he'd taken in the name of his country and for the Bellandis.
Good. Honorable, but rough around the edges and mercenary when it came down to business time.
The corset hugged my chest, pressing my boobs up into high peaks as the fabric shimmered. Untying the laces on the corset, I loosened it and watched as Enzo's eyes narrowed in on the slim expanse of skin between my breasts as the two sides parted and they slipped back into their natural place. Unlacing it was a slow process, but I tried to keep my eyes trained on his for the entirety of it. If we'd had music, I might have been just drunk enough to dance as I stripped. Instead, my head and hands moved in slow, sensual movements until I slid my arms back to let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the garage floor.
The air felt cool against my skin, the lack of heating in the space pebbling my nipples as Enzo studied them with rapt fixation.
Fingers sliding around to my back, I tugged down the zipper on my skirt. Too tight to just fall free from my body, I wiggled side to side so I could shimmy it down over my hips. When it fell to the floor finally, I stepped out of it, twirling in a circle and flipping my hair with a sarcastic smile on my face. "Does that work for you?" I teased.
He grinned back at me, nodding and crooking a finger for me to approach him. Bloody hands rounded my wrists, guiding my hands to his fly so I could unzip him. I appreciated the sentiment, because while I might be willing to shove aside my issues for long enough to tolerate his hands on my body, I didn't want Patrick's blood transferred inside me with Enzo's dick.
Fingers reaching into his suit to pull him free, I stroked him once and leaned over. Turning my eyes up to his, I smiled at him before my hair fell into my face. "Who said you should have to choose?"
With my ass in the air, I gave in to the overwhelming need to take him in my mouth. Enzo was always so in charge when we had sex, I'd never had the opportunity, and I needed to remedy it. He groaned, gathering my hair in his hand as I licked the tip and stared up at him. Tongue sliding down the side of his shaft, I teased him by exploring every inch of the hard, steely length of him. The fingers in my hair tightened, pulling as a reminder that while he might let me play for a little while, Enzo would eventually take back control of my body.
To him, it was his to toy with and use, to twist into a mess and offer relief from the needy thing he turned me into.
Stretching my lips around the crown, I slid my mouth down and enveloped him while holding his eyes. Hazel burned as he stared down at me, guiding my head so I drew back up and he slid free. "Don't play games with me, Carina," he warned. "It will not end well for you."
Grinning and stroking him with my hand, I held him tight and with a deep breath moved to draw him back inside. Working to relax my throat, I let him press me down until the hair at the base of his cock tickled my nose and his cock clogged my throat. "Fucking hell," he groaned, watching as my eyes watered with the need to breathe. When his hand eased pressure, I drew back to suck in deep breaths of oxygen. Smiling at him when his other hand reached over to touch my ass where everything was displayed, he drew back a hand and slapped it against my cheek sharply.
I shook my head, drawing him back inside and sliding up and down on his cock as quickly as I could manage in the position. Sucking harshly with every withdrawal, I wanted to watch him come undone.
I wanted to know that I'd done that to him.
My hand cupped his balls as I worked him in tandem with my mouth and my hand, wet sounds echoing through the cavernous garage. I didn't stop, working for every
