Page 13 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
Enzo pressed her against the door, and both of his hands cupped her face, he tilted her head back, then he kissed her. She loved when he kissed her. It made her toes curl for all the right reasons, and she couldn’t think, just feel, and the pain slowly started to ebb.
She closed her eyes, as the pleasure of his lips took charge. She felt his cock deep inside her, but he didn’t move. His fingers sunk into her hair, and he held her head in place and kissed her harder. Enzo had the control, and it felt so good to finally lose it.
“Does it hurt?” he asked seconds later.
“No.”
“Good. There will be another time I can take this slow, but right now, I need to fuck you, and I need to do so hard.”
When he pulled out of her, at first Harper tensed up, she couldn’t help it as she expected a great deal of pain. When none came, she was in relief, but it also allowed her to feel the excitement and every inch of pleasure as he thrust deep inside her.
The moment he kissed her, any trouble she felt faded away, because his kisses were so addictive.
Never had she felt this way before, not about anyone, and it delighted and also terrified her.
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Enzo never had a virgin.
Yet, blood coated his dick, and there were also bloodstains on her uniform. The moment he was inside her, all sense left his mind. He didn’t know what came over him, but after it was done, he picked Harper up in his arms, carried her through to his bedroom, and went to his main bathroom.
“What are you doing? I can go to my room.”
“I’m going to take care of you,” he said.
He put her on the toilet, and he caught sight of the blood once again, and something primal overcame him. No other man had touched her. She wasn’t anyone’s but his.
Enzo went to the tub and started to fill it up with water, adding a few salts in the hope it would take care of any pain or discomfort. Once the tub was full, he went to her and removed the rest of her uniform.
“I can do this.”
“Not happening,” he said. He cupped her face, forcing her to stare into his eyes, even though she attempted to look everywhere and actively avoid looking into his, and then she closed her eyes.
He waited. Enzo was not known for his patience, yet he was showing it here more than ever. He felt so consumed.
Finally, she opened her eyes, and he offered her a smile. “Was that so hard?” he asked.
But there was not a smile looking back at him. Tears filled her eyes, and he saw them threatening to spill over. Her bottom lip quivered, and seeing her on the verge of losing it broke a small part of him.
When a woman cried in the past, he’d found it a nuisance and just a way for them to seek attention. Now as he looked at her, he saw the raw pain and felt it deep in his core. He didn’t want to make her cry.
He cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb across her soft skin. “Talk to me.”
“You’re going to have to fire me now, aren’t you?” she asked. “I kind of loved this job, and you have an amazing library.” She sniffled. “And I’m away from my dad, and I can’t stand him. He’s so cruel.”
The fact he let him go with just a snapped wrist pissed Enzo off. He didn’t like Bradley, and the bastard would be better six feet under. For now, he was going to have to stay alive.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“But you’re going to need a new wife, and have a bunch of kids, and I don’t know, what would that make me, a mistress?” She shook her head. “I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”
“There’s no wife.”
“But you’re going to have to have one.”
“Until then, it’s not a problem. Stop making problems out of nothing. We don’t need to worry about any of that, at least not yet.” He kissed her lips. “I won’t accept you quitting either. You’re mine, Harper.”
She kissed him back this time and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Does it always hurt?”
