A large kingsize brass bed was in the center of Enzo’s bedroom. The dark wood floors stood out amongst the white furniture and ivory linens. The soft warm lighting of the sun beginning to set was the perfect mood lighting. Its rays shining against an overstuffed upholstered chair sat beside the bed. In perfect position for watching. Enzo settled into his chair as I lay on the bed, bracing myself on my elbows to look up at him. A glass of whiskey firmly in his grasp. His knuckles still cracked and red from earlier. The blood washed away. He watches me pensively with an angered gaze.
I knew I was in trouble, and it was fucking sexy as hell.
My fingers graze along my red lingerie. My finger hooking under my garter belt and snapping it against my thigh. He groaned loudly against the glass before taking a sip of the alcohol inside. The door opens and Antonio enters in his classic all-black suit pants and muscled shirt. I look at the men in front of me, questioning as to why he is here.
“Antonio?” I ask, my brows knitted together in confusion.
“No kisses whatsoever,” Enzo barks.
“No kiss,” Antonio agrees.
Pointing to me, “Make her come,” he says.
I watch them from the bed. The shock of this man agreeing to do this while his boss watched. Antonio walked over to the edge of the bed. As I stood up, his fingers gripped my arms as his lips were inches apart from mine.
The tension.
The frustration.
The anger.
The distaste.
He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His thin yet muscled body on display in front of me. I had no idea his trim muscled body was underneath that. His stiff cock straining against his suit pants.
Teasingly biting my lip, “Sure you can get it up, Antonio?” I ask.
“You won’t have any complaints,” Antonio barks.
I feel his cock press into me as he unzips his pants and kicks them off his legs. I catch Lorenzo’s huffed breath beside us out of the corner of my eye.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I say.
“I see the attraction to you. Your body, your attitude,” he says.
“I thought I was fat. Not a thin twig you usually go for?” I question.
“Stop talking and touch yourself,” Antonio says.
He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back roughly, causing a wince from me as my hair gets pulled from the steel ring on his finger. Lorenzo slams his glass against the wood floor, and I shoot him a darting look of annoyance. As I push my panties down to my ankles and turn to step out of them, my eyes never leave from Enzo. My fingers running across my lips and across my tongue. My fingers wet with my saliva as they grace across my slit and onto my clit. His hands stroking the shaft of his impressive cock in his hands. I notice Enzo rolls his eyes with annoyance and I bite my lip to stifle an amused laugh.
“You have always wanted to fuck me,” I say.
“Your mouth gets you into trouble,” he whispers.
Grabbing his hand and pressing it against my clit, “Wait until you feel something else,” I say.
“You are fucking addictive,” he breathes.
“That’s what I hear,” I whisper.
Enzo settled deeper in the chair. His middle finger and pointer finger pushed together against his temple as he watches under his lashes. Antonio’s hand lands once on my naked butt cheek causing me to gasp in surprise. Before I can comprehend another smack across the same cheek. My eyes wince from the sting of contact from his hand against my skin.
“Fuck me,” I seethe.
All shyness and misgivings gone from my eyes, replaced with pent up frustration with Enzo. I laid down on my side on the bed as Antonio gripped my hip. His fingers rough and calloused. Before I knew it he was behind me laying on his side and enters me quickly. The force of his movements inside me pushed me forward. I looked in Enzo’s direction in front of me to make sure I had his complete attention. His eyes dart up and down my body as I am being drove into deeply.
His eyes never left mine.
My eyes never left his.
My finger darts down to my clit and furiously draw circles around it. My orgasm feeling closer and closer the deeper I look into the eyes of the man in front of me. His jaw tenses and runs his hand uncomfortably through his beard. I can feel myself getting ready to come, but I can’t stop myself from watching Enzo.
I have to accept that these feelings for him are strong. I have to come to terms the man in front of me loves me and I love him. I am in love with him which means I have to trust him.
A scorching feeling of guilt invades my chest as my thoughts go to Finn.
Am I really in love with two men?
Those ice blue eyes of Enzo turned cobalt with anger. It wasn’t the man deep inside me that was making me so feral with need. It was the man watching me so intently that his stare could bend the wrought iron of the bed frame below me. My head and heart pounding with the familiar feeling of love. I was hungry for him. His fists clenched together in anger as a kiss against my shoulder startles me. Enzo sees red as his expression darkens.
He broke the cardinal rule.
Antonio’s lips pressed against my skin again as he kisses my neck. Suddenly, he is sent flying behind me as a fist collides with the side of his face. He jumps off the bed, his naked body covered in sweat with an erect cock. A steady drip of blood comes from his split lip.
“I told you no kissing her!” Lorenzo exclaims, his angered tone echoing the large room.
“Fuck! It was a mistake!” Antonio yells.
“No one’s lips touch her but mine! You got a taste of heaven now you can live the rest of your life knowing you fucked it up,” he says.
Grabbing his pants and pulling them up his legs and zipping them back up, “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.
“Get the fuck out,” he says pointedly through gritted teeth.
Antonio balls his fist up and prepares to hit Enzo but quickly stops himself. The men in front of me see red with one another. He quickly leaves without a second glance at me as he slams the door behind him. I wince as Enzo picks up the upholstered chair he was sitting on and throws it across the room. I get off the bed and wrap my hands around his chest from behind him. His breathing ragged and short. He spins around out of my grasp to face me. His lips planted against mine in a feverish and impassioned kiss.