The Mafia's Lawyer

Chapter 4 - Enzo

I spotted her as soon as she walked in the front door of my club and knew I couldn’t let anyone else have her. Through hell or high water, I will not watch this woman with another man. She and her friend, who I recognise as the receptionist at her father’s law firm, are clearly out on the prowl with the outfits they are wearing. That red dress will not see another man’s bedroom floor but mine, and I may just kill any man who tries. I have now officially made the decision that she is mine and no one else will have her.

Only me.

Mine.

I watch as her as she makes her way to the bar and then looks at me immediately as if she knew I was watching her. The slight shock in her eyes amuses me. Surely, she knew it was likely to see me in my own club. My little vixen keeps eye contact with me while her friend goes on about something and hands her a drink. I start walking, and everyone seems to get the memo and moves out of my way before I barge into anyone until I reach her. She looks up at me, even with those killer heels on, and just keeps eye contact.

“Did you wear that dress, and those heels, for me, little vixen?”

I can see her thought processes working before she answers, “No, I plan on having s*x with someone else. You are my client and therefore off limits.”

I can feel the right side of my mouth lift in a smirk as I say, “And, if I weren’t your client, would you?”

Her gaze drops. “I never said that.”

“No, but that’s the only thing stopping you from jumping my bones right now, isn’t it?”

She takes a long sip of her drink before giving me an answer. “Again, I never said that.”

What my little vixen doesn’t realise is that this back and forth is turning me on. Although if I’m being honest with myself, I started to get hard as soon as I spotted her walking in the door.

“But you aren’t not saying it. Tell me, did you really think you could show up at my club, where you were likely to bump into me, and not grab my attention in that dress and those heels?”

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she snaps. “I came here to f**k someone to get you out of my f*****g head!”

The look of realisation on her face as she realises what she just admitted is priceless. Eyebrows stuck to nearly her hairline, and both hands over her mouth to stop herself from saying anything she may regret. Little does she know, she’s about to regret even saying as much as she has. I can feel the smirk I permanently have around her increasing, until it’s nearly a grin.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one,” I say as I grab her over my shoulder and head for the door.

“Put me down, you big brute!” she screams.

I smack her on the ass, and she yelps and squirms more.

“Stop squirming before I end up f*****g you in front of all these people,” I goad. “Your fight only makes me harder.”

She stiffens in my arms, and we head out the door and to my car around the corner. The driver is having a smoke until he sees me and immediately drops it, stomps it out, and opens the back door. I slide her onto the seat and climbed in closely behind.

“Where to, Sir?” I never even registered him getting into the car and turning the engine on.

“Home,” I growl as my little vixen squirms in my arms.

“Get off me! Seriously? You need to kidnap your fucktoys?”

“Not usually, but I do like the idea of you being my fucktoy little vixen.”

She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, with brows furrowed and her mouth wide open. I swear if she doesn’t close it soon, I will thrust my tongue into her mouth.

“Close your mouth before I put it to use in this car for something I’m sure my driver doesn’t want to witness.”

“You’re f*****g crazy, you know that?”

“That’s it, baby. Turn me on with that dirty mouth and see what happens.”

She shuts her mouth as soon as I say it, moulds herself into the seat, and looks out the window. While she’s looking away, I adjust my c**k, so it sits more comfortably in the waistband of my pants. What my little vixen doesn’t know is, I’m going to f**k her until she can barely remember her own name never mind mine.

We pull up to my apartment building, which I also own, and I get out of the car. I hold my hand up to Ava, and she looks at it.

“If you don’t grab my hand and get out of this car civilly now, I will show you just how uncivilised I can be.”

Her brow furrows, and her top lip lifts in a scowl, then she puts her hand in mine, and I pull her gently out of the car. We make our way to the lift, it opens, and I press the Penthouse button.

“Of course, you live in the Penthouse. Why am I not surprised,” she growls.

As soon as the lift door closes behind us, I push her up against the side of the lift and put my hand around her throat and my other arm around her waist. She lets out a whimper that is nowhere near fear. She becomes nearly breathless, her pupils dilate until her perfect blues turn so dark they’re nearly black, and her pulse quickens against the hand on her throat.

“You can pretend not to be affected by me as much as you want, little vixen, but your body tells a different story,” I growl close to her mouth.

Then I smashed my mouth into hers. I can tell she’s shocked at first because her whole body stiffens, but that fades quickly when she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me towards her. I licked her bottom lip, requesting entry. My little vixen opens her mouth, allowing me entry, but instead of the timid tonguing I was expecting, she thrusts her tongue into my mouth and wars with me on who is going to dominate the kiss. This is the kiss of all kisses I have ever had. I never kiss the women I sleep with, but for some weird reason, this woman makes me want to own every part of her and devour her whole.