SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING

CHAPTERFIVE

As soon as they arrived at Enzo’s mansion, Ava slipped out of the car and hurried straight to her room without sparing Enzo a single glance. The cool night air clung to her skin, as her hurried footsteps echoed softly on the marble hall.

“What’s up with her?” Marcus asked Enzo, raising an eyebrow as he watched her retreating figure disappear up the grand staircase.

“I don’t know, bro,” Enzo replied helplessly, running a hand through his dark hair, frustration tightening his chest.

“Did you stare at some other girl’s ass or something?” Marcus teased, though his tone carried a hint of genuine curiosity.

“You know I’m not like that,” Enzo shot back, his voice firm.

“Well, go find out then,” Marcus said with a shrug, heading toward his own room. Enzo exhaled sharply and followed the path Ava had taken.

He pushed open the door to her room without knocking. The soft glow of a bedside lamp bathed the space in warm amber light, and the faint lavender scent of her lotion hung in the air. Ava stood near the bed in a simple nightdress, clearly ready to turn in.

“Going to bed already?” he asked, tucking his hands into his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Yeah,” Ava replied curtly, avoiding his gaze. She brushed past him toward the open window, the cool evening breeze fluttering the curtains and raising goosebumps on her arms.

Enzo stepped behind her, his broad frame blocking the breeze as he reached up and closed the window with a soft click. The heat radiating from his body surrounded her; his familiar spicy cologne mixed with the faint musk of his skin made her pulse quicken. Her heart pounded so fiercely she could hear it drumming in her ears.

She tried to slide past him again, but his hand caught her and suddenly pinning her gently but firmly against the cool wall. Both their hearts raced, the rapid beats almost audible in the charged silence.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked slowly, his voice low and rough.

Ava didn’t reply, staring stubbornly at his collar instead of meeting his intense gaze.

“Ava,” he murmured her name like a caress. “Look at me.”

She refused. With tender insistence, he cupped her chin, tilting her face up until their eyes locked he stare at her flickering and yet vulnerable gaze.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he pressed, his thumb brushing lightly over her jaw, sending sparks across her skin.

“I’m not,” she whispered.

Heavy Silence stretched between them. Their stares deepened, breaths mingling in the small space. Enzo’s control hesitated he wanted to kiss her roughly, claim her mouth, carry her to the bed and lose himself in her. Ava felt the same aching pull she missed him desperately, craved the heat of his touch.

“Am I just a s*x slave to you?” she finally blurted, the question trembling on her lips.

The words hit him like a slap. Surprise flashed across his handsome features.

“No…why would you ever think that?” he answered honestly, voice soft with hurt.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” Ava let the words tumble out, her voice cracking. “The day I arrived, you shoved me into the maids’ quarters and said that’s where I belonged. And now… now you’re acting so nice to me.”

Enzo’s expression softened, as realization hits him.

“You were a virgin?” he asked quietly.

“What?” Ava blinked, caught off guard.

“I deflowered you?” he clarified, his tone gently.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted my husband to be the one,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, cheeks burning.

The confession hung in the air for a heartbeat. Then Enzo crashed his lips against hers hungrily , and full of unspoken promises. Ava didn’t hesitate she kissed him back desperately, their tongues tangling in a slow, savoring dance that tasted of mint and raw desire.

“Then be my wife,” he whispered breathlessly against her mouth. In one motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed, lips never parting.

He laid her down gently on the soft duvet, the fabric cool against her heated skin. Still locked in the kiss, he unbuttoned his shirt with impatient fingers, tossing it aside to reveal the hard planes of his chest. Ava’s hands roamed greedily over his warm muscle. He helped peel away her nightdress, the silk whispering as it slid off her body, then unhooked her bra.

In seconds, he unbuckled his trousers and shed the rest of his clothes. Leaning over her, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and drew them down her legs slowly, savoring the sight of her bare skin blushed and trembling.

He positioned himself between her thighs, guiding his hard length to her entrance. The tip brushed her, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“Ouuu,” Ava moaned softly as he slid inside, the delicious stretch filling her completely.

He buried himself deep, pausing to let her adjust, their foreheads pressed together as they shared ragged breaths and another slow, lingering kiss. Then he began to move pulling out slowly, thrusting back in with increasing speed and force. Ava’s moans filled the room, rising in pitch with every deep stroke, the rhythmic sound of the bed mingling with the sweat of their bodies.

Pleasure built and ended in waves until they collapsed, breathlessly limbs tangled and with sweat.

“Did the nurse treat you nicely?” Enzo asked after a moment, still trying to catch his breath, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back.

“Yeah, she’s nice,” Ava replied tiredly, a small, contented smile curving her lips.

Wrapped securely in each other’s arms, hearts beating slowly, they drifted into peaceful sleep.

*****

Somewhere in the shadowed depths of a dimly lit warehouse, Nick sat alone at a heavy oak desk, the sharp bite of expensive whiskey burning his throat as he stirred the glass.

“Boss, are you sure she’s the one you saw?” one of his men asked cautiously, stepping into the faint glow of a desk lamp.

“I’m positive. Her face… it’s so damn familiar,” Nick muttered, eyes narrowed in concentration.

Another man entered, boots thudding against the concrete floor. “Boss, how do you plan to deal with your brother?”

“Let’s focus on finding out who the girl is first,” Nick replied coolly, taking another slow sip. The rich, smoky flavor lingered on his tongue as buried memories clawed their way to the surface a locked metal box he’d always fail to open, the terrified faces of the family he’d defrauded years ago. A cold chill of unease ran down his spine; something wasn’t right.

“Jason!” he barked suddenly.

“Yes, boss?” Jason appeared instantly in the doorway.

“Run a full background check on Mr. Lopez the i***t we defrauded years back,” Nick ordered with a wicked, humorless laugh that echoed off the bare walls.

“Yes, boss.”

Nick leaned back in his leather chair, staring into the empty darkness. “You can’t run from me,” he murmured to the silence, voice dripping with danger. “I control everything in this world.” A low, chuckle rolled from his chest as he raised the glass in a mock toast.