#3 Chapter 40

My lips parted with the force of my breaths, my pulse throbbing beneath his hand. He slid in as deep as he could go, his cock fully seated and taking up all the room inside me. I wriggled my hips, trying to urge him on. I needed to come so badly. "Please, you have to move."

Instead, he held still and stared at me. "I am going to choke you while I fuck you."

Panic filled my chest. I wasn't ready for those kinds of games. That was next level shit. "No, wait. Don't hurt me."

His lips curled into a deviant smile, one I recognized well. "Micina," he crooned, "I will not hurt you. Te lo prometto." He gave a gentle thrust of his hips. "I am going to squeeze the sides of your throat. It will make you lightheaded and your orgasm will be a thousand times more intense."

I knew many people were into breath play and strangulation, but it seemed dangerous to me. I swallowed. "And I'm supposed to trust you?"

"Yes, you are. Do not worry, I know how to do this correctly. You will love it." He stared at his hand on my throat, then withdrew and rammed into my pussy, and the friction sent shockwaves through my limbs. He growled deep in his throat. "Obedience in all things, remember?"

Shit, this was some kind of fucked up test. "Shouldn't we have a contract or a safe word? Or . . . ." My words died when he gave a rough thrust, rocking my body, and I cried out. "Oh, yes! More of that."

"No agreement or safe word. The fear and danger will make it more exciting for you."

"Doubtful. It'll just make it more exciting for you."

"Certo." He began stroking in and out, his hand resting on my throat. He wasn't applying any real pressure, just building the tension, making me wonder when he would start, and for some reason the uncertainty made it hotter. Sweat broke out on my forehead, my body already primed to come, so I rocked my hips, trying to hit the right spot to send me over the edge.

"Look at me," he ordered.

I cracked my eyelids and read the intent in his gaze. Fuck, was I ready? I really liked the feel of his hand on my throat, and somehow I knew Enzo wasn't going to kill me like this. Whatever he was planning, it wasn't death by dicking.

And even if I felt a bit stupid, I did trust him in this.

I nodded.

As he started fucking me again, he squeezed the sides of my throat, pressing. I never looked away from him, unsure what I was feeling as the blood flow into my head slowed. He watched my face. "There you go, bambina. It feels so good, no?"

The fear and excitement sent me spiraling. "Oh, God," I said, now lightheaded.

He rode me hard, rocking the headboard into the wall, and my inner muscles tightened around his dick. He growled. "I can feel you. Fuck!"

He released my neck, and what followed was a rush I'd never experienced in all my life. My pussy clamped down as the orgasm slammed into me. My hoarse shout echoed throughout the room, and I dug my fingernails into his arms as the climax went on and on.

When I finally came down, he was watching me with an expression that bordered on awe. "Madre di Dio, you are the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Before I could speak, he began moving, holding nothing back as he used his whole body to fuck me. Grunting from the effort, he held me down as his hips slammed into mine, a man possessed, and not even ten strokes later he was coming, his back arching. He let out a loud curse, his dick pulsing inside me, and I tried to catch my breath.

He didn't immediately pull out. Instead, he hung his head, closed his eyes, and stirred his hips, like he wanted to prolong our connection. I could feel his come leaking out of me, our combined juices soaking the mattress, and it was insanely hot. I longed to touch him and feel all those sweat-covered muscles.

Finally, he rolled off me and sprawled onto the bed. "Fuck, Gianna."

I knew exactly what he meant. "Why is it so good?"

"I wish I knew. Let's shower and sleep. Then I'll fuck you again in the morning."

The next morning I went to find Emma as soon as I woke up.

Enzo had disappeared at some point, letting me sleep in. I was grateful, though part of me was disappointed that he hadn't made good on his promise from last night. Maybe there was a mafioso emergency that was more important than having sex with me.

My sister was already awake and drinking coffee in her room. Huh. No one brought me coffee today. And her door wasn't locked. I was relieved, though it seemed strange.

"Hey, Em," I said, dropping down on her perfectly made bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired. I hardly slept while in Milan, so I feel like I could sleep for days."

"Then you should. There's no need for you to be up and around."

"I wanted to see you. When I asked earlier I was told you were still asleep."

"Yeah." I leaned back on my hands. "I was up pretty late."

"You're having sex with him."

I knew this was coming. My twin would spot a lie a mile away, too. "Yes."

"Willingly?"

"Yes."

"So you're not being held captive here."

I swallowed my guilt. I hadn't felt much like a captive lately, not while Enzo was giving me the best orgasms of my life. "Yes and no."

Emma lifted her eyebrows. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

Not wasting any time, I told Emma of my last day in Milan and the bombing. "I'm a captive, but he's not forcing me to do anything against my will."

My sister's expression grew darker during my story. "What happened once he got you aboard the yacht?"

"He locked me in a cage."

"That jerk! It must have been awful for you. No wonder you aren't fighting him any longer."

I pressed my lips together, trying not to let my thoughts show, but Emma knew me too well. My twin's eyes narrowed. "Wait, why do you look guilty? Like that time you borrowed Frankie's diamond earrings without asking her and lost them."

"Stop. I want to hear what happened to you. Did those men hurt you?"

"This topic is not finished, but fine. The Russians mostly left us alone. We didn't shower or eat very much. And don't get me started on how we went to the bathroom."

"We? How many women were with you?"

"Six others. Really, I can't complain because I was there for only a short time. Some of those girls had been locked up for weeks. One of them was just thirteen years old."

"God, Em. I'm so fucking sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It was my stupidity that got me kidnapped. I should've been more careful. It was actually a blessing that Don D'Agostino kidnapped you, so that he could come and rescue me and the others."

Hardly a blessing, but I didn't argue. "Why didn't you call Frankie?"

"There wasn't time," Emma muttered, staring at her coffee instead of me.

The reason became clear. "She didn't know you were in Italy."

Emma grimaced. "She thought I was delusional with grief. She said you were dead and that I needed to come to terms with it."

God, my poor sisters. Here I was, hot tubbing and fucking while my family thought I was dead. "If there had been a way to contact you sooner I would have."

"I know that. I let it go with her because of her pregnancy. She was so upset at hearing you were dead that Fausto was worried she would lose the baby."

"That makes me feel worse. Jesus Christ." Fucking Enzo. And this was also Fausto's fault, too. All of the stupid Italian mafia men were to blame, dragging their families along in their petty bullshit.

"She's fine. He moved a doctor into the castello, and she's been monitored around the clock."

"That's a relief."

"So back to you and Enzo. I'm worried about you."

I didn't want Emma upset. She needed to relax and recover, not worry about me. I tried to downplay it. "There's nothing to worry about. I like sex and Enzo is spectacular at it."

"You can't be serious. You're really trying to play this off like he's some fling?"

"It's not a big deal. I have it all under control."

"This is a big deal, Gigi. You're sleeping with the man who tried to have Fausto killed, and I'm having a hard time believing it's consensual. I don't want him forcing you to do anything you don't want to. Help this make sense. Has he brainwashed you?"

"No, of course not." I tried to think of a way to explain it. "We have this connection. It's like hate fucking on steroids. Whatever it is, I can't resist it. But don't worry, I'm working on a plan."

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. "It's all those enemies-to-lovers romance novels you read growing up. That stuff isn't real! Enzo D'Agostino is a dangerous psychopath. We have to get off this yacht."

"I've been trying, believe me. It's not so easy. We're surrounded by water."

Emma glared at me and folded her arms. It was her I don't believe your bullshit stance and it worked like truth serum on me.

A confession poured out of my mouth. "Em, I don't want to like him and I'm terrified by how easily I give in. It's like he knows exactly what to say, exactly what to do to get inside my head. I've never had a connection like this with a man before."

"Oh, shit."

For Emma to curse, I knew the situation was serious. I flopped back down on the bed. "I'm a mess. A cock-hungry slut with daddy issues a mile long."

"Who told you that nonsense?" she snapped. "Was it Enzo? Because I will slap his face."

"One of Papa's guards a long time ago. I mean, maybe I really am the family fuck up, the disappointing Mancini daughter." The one my father liked least and the one the guards thought was a slut. Maybe I deserved to be kept by a dangerous mobster, used as a sex toy for his amusement.

Emma was suddenly on the mattress next to me, her hand grabbing mine tight. "You know that's not true. You are not disappointing or a fuck up."

I wasn't certain I agreed. I held onto her, so grateful to have her here, even if it meant we were both prisoners now. "Just promise to stay away from Enzo."

"Well, I want you to promise to stay away from Enzo."

I couldn't. Worse, I wasn't sure I wanted to.

When I said nothing, Emma rested her head against mine. "What am I going to do with you, Gigi?"

"Let's forget about all this and go sit in the hot tub for a while."

"Hot tub?"

"Come on." I sat up and pulled her upright. "This boat has one or two perks. Soak with me and then you can take a nap."