SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING

CHAPTERTHREE

“Yeah… I just had a cut,” Ava replied, her voice soft and shaky.

“I’m Tyler, Enzo’s younger brother. And you must be Ava, the new girl?” he asked, flashing a warm, easy smile. Ava nodded, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingers as he took her injured hand.

“Alright, let’s get you treated,” he said, leading her down the cool hallway. The faint scent of lemon polish lingered in the air, and her bare feet padded softly against the polished marble floor. Halfway there, they encountered Lorenzo and Marcus.

“Where are you taking her?” Enzo demanded, his deep voice cutting through the quiet like velvet-wrapped steel.

“She’s injured, so I’m just trying to get her treated,” Tyler answered.

“Leave her to me… and go get the first aid box,” Enzo ordered. His hand replaced Tyler’s larger, warmer one with a firm yet protective grip that sent an unexpected spark racing up Ava’s arm. He guided her toward his room, his cologne trailing behind him.

“What happened?” Marcus asked once they were seated on the deep leather sofa, its cool surface creaking faintly beneath them.

“It’s nothing… just a minor accident,” Ava murmured, eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding their concerned stares.

“She’s lying,” Tyler announced as he returned with the box

“Were you there?” Enzo asked, concern tightening his voice.

“Not really… I saw her leaving the kitchen, and I definitely heard Ophelia’s voice in there,” Tyler replied.

“It was Ophelia, wasn’t it?” Enzo asked Ava gently. She lifted her gaze, and their eyes locked his dark and intense, pulling her in like gravity. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, as a drumbeat echoed in her ears. When he took her hands to inspect the wound, his warm fingertips brushing her skin, a rush of butterflies exploded in her stomach.

“Ouch!” Ava gasped as the antiseptic touched the raw cut, a fiery sting shooting through her hand.

“I’m sorry,” Enzo whispered, his breath warm and minty against her skin as he treated it carefully.

“Mmm-hmm,” Marcus cleared his throat pointedly, nodding toward the door. He and Tyler exchanged a knowing glance before slipping out,

Moments later, the wound was cleaned and bandaged, As Ava rose to leave, Enzo’s hand caught her wrist gently

“Rest for a while,” he said low in his throat, the words brushing carelessly, before he left the room.

Ava sank back onto the sofa, the plush cushions cradling her tired body. Memories of Ophelia flooded in the venomous hiss of her words, the cruel laughter still ringing in Ava’s ears like shattering glass. Hot tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks in silent streams, tasting salty on her lips. Quiet sobs shook her shoulders until exhaustion dragged her into uneasy sleep.

*****

“I can’t believe he took her to his room again,” Abby hissed after Carla whispered that she’d seen Enzo guiding Ava there, hand in hand.

“It seems Enzo has fallen for her little tricks,” Ophelia spat bitterly, her nails digging into her palms.

“She hasn’t learned her lesson yet,” Carly added with a venomous smirk.

“I’ll teach her a lesson so big she’ll regret it for the rest of her miserable life,” Ophelia vowed in rage and she smiled behind her eyes as a wicked plan took shape in her mind.

*****

Enzo returned quietly, the door whispering shut behind him. He found Ava asleep on the sofa, her breathing soft and even, lips slightly parted. He crouched beside her, the faint floral scent of her shampoo drawing him closer as he admired the peaceful curve of her lashes against her cheeks. Leaning in to steal another kiss, he brushed his lips near hers but her eyes fluttered open.

They stared, suspended in silence, the air thick and electric between them. Ava tried to sit up, but Enzo’s strong hands pressed her gently back down, his palms warm through the thin fabric of her dress. He claimed her mouth in a slow, deep kiss his lips firm and commanding, tasting faintly of coffee and desire. After a breathless moment, she surrendered, kissing him back with growing hunger.

He parted her lips with his tongue, exploring lazily, savoring the sweet warmth of her mouth before pulling back just enough to speak.

“Open your eyes,” he murmured, voice husky. She obeyed slowly, lids heavy. “Look straight into mine.” Their gazes locked again as he leaned in, lips melting together in a deeper, more urgent kiss. Then he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her ear, his breath burning her sensitive skin.

“Mmmm,” a helpless moan slipped from her throat. Enzo smirked against her neck, the sound setting him on fire. With deliberate slowness, he traced his tongue down the column of her throat to her chest, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

His fingers found the zipper of her dress, drawing it down with a soft, teasing rasp. Ava’s mind screamed to stop him, but her body betrayed her, her legs trembling, a throbbing ache blooming low in her belly as slippery heat gathered between her thighs. She wanted him needed him more than she could fight.

Soon she lay almost naked, only thin underwear clinging to her hips, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly, n*****s pebbling in the cool air.

Enzo’s eyes darkened with raw lust as he drank in the sight of her flushed skin and soft curves. The urge to bury himself inside her was almost unbearable, but he wanted to pleasure her first.

He scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against his hard chest like a bride, the heat of his body seeping through her. Carrying her into the bedroom, he lay her gently on the bed. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his sculpted muscles and smooth skin, Ava’s gaze traced every inch, her mouth suddenly dry.

Kneeling over her, he lowered his mouth to one breast, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, savoring the silky texture and faint sweetness of her skin. He sucked gently, drawing another moan from her, then moved to the other, giving it equal devotion. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with her breath.

“Mmmm,” Ava whimpered, unable to hold back any longer, pleasure coiling tight inside her.

He hooked his fingers into her underwear and slid them down her legs, the fabric dragging teasingly over her skin. Parting her thighs, he gazed at her glowing honeypot, inhaling her scent. A slow, nasty smile curved his lips.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he said, voice low and seductive, breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.

“Yes, daddy,” Ava breathed, utterly lost to the heat consuming her.

He lowered his head, burying his face between her legs. His tongue delved into her honeypot, tasting her deeply, using his tongue to f**k her with slow, deliberate strokes that made her hips buck.

“f**k me already, please,” she begged desperately, voice trembling with need.

Enzo rose with a dark smirk, unbuckling his shorts and shedding the rest of his clothes. Ava’s eyes widened at the sight of his thick, hard, and large mountain.

He leaned over her, eyes locked with hers, intense and possessive. Slowly, he guided himself to her entrance, pushing in inch by inch.

“Ouch!” she cried out, a sharp blend of pain and ecstasy as he stretched her.

“You’re so big,” she gasped.

“I’m not big you’re just so tight,” he soothed.

He started slow, letting her adjust to the delicious fullness, the slick drag sending sparks through them both. Then, suddenly, he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt.

“Oh, my God!” Ava cried, her nails raking down his back. He built a relentless rhythm skin slapping against skin, the room filled with her breathless moans and his low groans.

After waves of intense pleasure, they collapsed together, bodies filled with sweat, chests heaving. Ava drifted into exhausted sleep almost instantly.

Enzo lay beside her, tracing lazy patterns on her flawless skin with his fingertips, admiring her effortless beauty. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, tasting the faint salt there, before sleep claimed him too.

In the middle of the night, Ava jerked awake. The room was quiet except for Enzo’s steady breathing. Memories crashed over her the heat of his body, her own desperate cries, the forbidden words “Yes, daddy” echoing shamefully in her mind.

“What have I done?” she whispered, panic rising. She tried to move, but a deep, tender ache throbbed between her legs.

“Ouch,” she winced, carefully slipping from the bed. She pulled on her underwear, the fabric cool against her sensitive skin, then glanced back Enzo still slept soundly. Heart pounding, she fled the room, hurrying through the living room to snatch her dress. She tugged it on hastily and tiptoed down the hallway.

In the maids’ quarters, moonlight spilled faintly through the window. Everyone appeared asleep. Ava finds herself in the narrow space between Lily and Mary.

“We know exactly where you’ve been,” Lily and Mary said in unison, eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light.

“Jeez! You scared me!” Ava said, hand flying to her racing chest.

“Looks like Mr. Lorenzo is falling in love with you,” Mary teased, voice warm with excitement.

“He never lets anyone into his room except Ophelia, Tyler, and Marcus,” Lily added.

A sweet, warmth bloomed in Ava’s stomach at the thought, her cheeks burning.

“Someone’s turning bright red,” Lily whispered playfully.

“Oh yeah, she’s blushing hard,” Mary chimed in dramatically.

“You two are too old for this kind of gossip,” Ava shot back with a shy laugh, burying herself under the thin blanket.

“What are you doing going straight to sleep?” Mary asked in mock.

“You have to tell us everything,” Lily insisted, giving Ava a gentle shake.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow… please, let me sleep. I’m exhausted,” Ava pleaded, body deliciously sore.

“After all that pounding, of course you’re tired,” Mary giggled.

Their soft laughter faded into the quiet night as, one by one, they finally drifted off to sleep.