The Enforcer or The Mafia Prince

Chapter 49

-The following chapter is meant for audiences who have reached the age of majority in their jurisdiction. In the US, that means the reader should be 18 or older. This chapter contains adult themes, s****l activity, and adult language. For those who wish to continue reading until reaching said content, a marker will indicate its start. If you are underage, please skip this chapter or stop reading at the marker. While Chapter 49 expands on the relationship between Jessica and Tristan, it is not necessary to understand the plot of the novel. Thank you.-

"I don't want to put you in a difficult position, Jess. I know you want to be there for your family and finish school. Those things come first. If you want to pretend you don't know anything about this and carry on with your goals, I support that."

Tristan meant every word. He wanted the best for Jessica. If that meant he couldn't be with her, then so be it.

"You said your dad wants us to be together. Is that true?"

"Yes." Tristan rotated his chair and turned to face Jessica.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Tristan c****d his head to the side.

"Why me? I'm not from a big family. I'm not wealthy. Why did your dad pick me?"

Tristan rubbed his chin. The truth was kind of messed up, but she asked. Should he tell her? Tristan didn't want to hurt her feelings, but not everything was bad.

"There are two reasons," Tristan explained. He settled on the gentle truth. "The first reason is that your family owes us something. My dad wanted someone who couldn't say no or walk away."

Jess expected that part and didn't flinch. Ciaran had made it clear that she wasn't in a position to tell him no from the get-go. What she didn't understand was how he landed on her as the appropriate partner for his son.

"And the second?" Jessica raised her eyebrow.

"The second is much more complimentary. It's you. My dad looked at everyone who owed him something and their connections. You stood out amongst everyone, including people who didn't owe us anything. You're beautiful, for one thing, so it would be easy to convince people I am attracted to you." Tristan blushed.

"But it's not only that," he rushed to include the more important facts. "You're smart, hard-working, kind to a fault, and always take on work for the benefit of others. You're giving, altruistic, and a beautiful soul. Those are my words, not his. My dad thinks you make the perfect Jackie O."

"You'd make the type of wife that any old-school businessman could be proud of, not that that's what I..." Tristan stumbled over the last of his sentence. He wanted Jessica to know how amazing she was. He hated the thought of offending her with how those qualities could benefit his dad.

Jessica saw the conflict on Tristan's face. He kept looking at the ground while turning redder and redder. She understood what he was trying to say. Ciaran saw her good qualities as something the family could use. Tristan saw her good qualities as what made her a good person. She set her coffee down and leaned forward. Jess placed her hand on Tristan's knee.

"Tristan?"

"Yeah," he responded, looking back up at his computer. His heart hammered in his chest. His hair fell in front of his face so that Jessica couldn't see his eyes. She could tell he was nervous. He kept bouncing his left leg and glancing at anything except her.

"Do you really like me? Like me for me and not because anyone wants you to?"

Tristan turned back to Jessica. His eyebrows raised, and he stared at her for a moment. She still had to ask? Jessica watched his throat bob up and down as he swallowed.

"I like you, Jess," he whispered.

Jessica climbed off her chair and into Tristan's lap. Before he could comprehend what was happening, she kissed him.

-The following section is intended for mature audiences-

Jess wound her arms around Tristan's neck. She moved a hand to his cheek and pulled him closer. Tristan couldn't move; he felt paralyzed. This wasn't the first time they'd kissed. But it was the first time he'd sensed something more than attraction from her.

Eager for his attention, Jess bit Tristan's lip hard enough to jolt some sense into him. The sensation sent a spark firing from Tristan's core. Before Tristan could kiss her back, Jessica moved her lips to the side of his neck. She ran her tongue from his collarbone to his ear, sending shivers down Tristan's spine. As she sucked on his neck, Tristan moaned for her.

"Ah, f**k, Jess..." Tristan threw his head back, loving what she did to him. She giggled. Jessica adored the way Tristan responded to her. His body was so sensitive to her.

While she distracted Tristan, Jessica used her free hand to unbutton his jeans. She snaked a hand under his shirt and let it wander over his abs. Jessica shifted her position so that she was straddling him in his chair. It was awkward and uncomfortable. When she moved, the chair rolled a little with them.

"Jess," Tristan whispered, "come with me."

Tristan stood up, lifting Jessica up with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her. She didn't stop kissing his neck, which Tristan appreciated. He loved how she knew what he liked.

Jessica sensed the room around her grow dark and heard the twist of a lamp switch. Tristan had brought her to his room for the first time. With the curtains closed, the room was dark. Tristan threw her off of him and onto the bed with a growl. His bed enveloped Jess in his scent.

"God, you're such a little minx, Princess."

Tristan grabbed the lower hem of his shirt and pulled it off, along with his sweater, in one swift movement. Jessica stared at him while he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed over her. His lips overpowered hers as he kissed her. Without pulling away, Tristan ran his hands down Jess's bare legs like a feather. His teasing touch made Jess thankful she was already lying down. Her legs were already trembling.

Tristan pulled off Jess's shoes and threw them away without looking where they landed. Once he had that taken care of, he ran his hands back up her legs. His fingers brushed the back of her knees and up Jess's thighs. They didn't stop their search until they found that wet spot on her panties. Tristan rubbed his hands against her in tiny circles, eliciting a moan from Jess.

"f**k, you're already so wet for me." Jessica couldn't speak. She was drowning in what he was doing to her.

She forced out a low "Mmph."

"Can I take them off, Princess?" Jessica nodded, her eyes closed.

"Beg me, sweetheart," Tristan demanded. "Beg me to take them off for you."

"Please, Tristan."

He wanted more but knew he'd get a better reaction soon. Tristan sat up and pulled Jessica's dress over her head. The friction left her hair messy, but Tristan couldn't tear his eyes away from how sexy she looked. With practiced skill, he reached around and unsnapped her bra. He tore it from her body so that she was left sitting in her wetness on his bed. f**k, she was beautiful.

Tristan didn't break eye contact as he sunk down before her and curled his fingers over her waistband. Slowly, too slowly for Jess, he pulled them off, dropping them on the side of the bed. Tristan grabbed a leg in each hand and spread them so Jess was completely exposed to him.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Tristan leaned down and ran his tongue against her wet core. Jessica shut her eyes and arched her back, pressing against his mouth.

"Yes, baby," she moaned. "Just like that. Don't stop."

Tristan kept going. Every time Jess started to shake and increase her breathing, he stopped. Sometimes he'd insert a finger into her and curl up so he was beckoning her to him. Other times he'd point the tip of his tongue and circle it around her c**t. Tristan kept her body guessing. Over and over, he'd find ways to break Jess's concentration until she was a shuddering mess.

"Tristan, please," she begged.

"Please, what?" Tristan smirked at her.

"I need, I need," she panted.

"Beg me, Princess," Tristan demanded of her. "Beg me to f**k you."

"Please, Tristan. Please f**k me," she whined, aching for him.

Tristan pulled off his jeans and reached into the drawer in his nightstand. He handed Jess a condom.

"Put it on me."

Jess's hands were shaking. She was so turned on. Still, Tristan wouldn't relent. Feeling her hands on him again, he grew harder. He loved how soft her palms felt. After several tries, Jessica finally rolled the condom down to the base of his thick c**k.

Tristan laid Jessica on her back and spread her legs again. He rubbed his hand against her wet p***y and rubbed her juices on his c**k. Jessica bit her lip, anticipating what he was going to do to her. He gripped himself and lined up to her. Taking his time, Tristan eased in until he bottomed out.

Jessica's mouth was open in a silent, pleasure-filled scream. He felt so much bigger inside her. Jess felt thankful Tristan had been gentle with her. He could have hurt her had he not done so. Once Jess's body began to relax, Tristan knew he could move inside her.

He sat back on his knees and trusted into her while using his thumb on her c**t. Jessica couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. The way Tristan was controlling her made Jess shut out anything that wasn't him. He filled her over and over until she couldn't hold back anymore. As her first orgasm of the night washed over her, Jessica locked her ankles behind his back. Tristan smiled, reveling in the sensation of her squeezing around him. He wasn't done with her yet.