I can't wait to reach Eve's place. I'm literally a pack of nerves after meeting Lucas, although our discussion has been nothing but decent.

I'm insanely driving, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and squeezing between the other cars, jumping from one lane to the other, hoping to see her building soon.

Lucas and I have spoken all kinds of shit but the one that took to him pissed me off the most. He doesn't fancy the idea that Eve comes with me to Napoli. And I can't tell him about us. Not yet.

In normal terms, I wouldn't mind. I respect Lucas too much to go over his word, and I would never allow Eve to go against his word either.

But I really have to return to Napoli, and this fucking lost shipment situation couldn't have come at a worse time because... I don't want to be away from Eve. I can't imagine myself far from her.

The simple thought of leaving, just when I finally have her after two weeks of agony is enough to boil my brain in rage. And we've barely spent a week together.

Fucking Valentinis are still walking on my toes even after so many years. I thought I wiped them off back then, but they have proved to be like fucking mold. Always appearing in the worst moments.

When the elevator's doors open on her floor I land my eyes on an angry Eve looking at a crashed Jason, her boyfriend.

Well, I'm pretty sure that if he is not the ex-boyfriend by now, I'll make him an ex-boyfriend, no doubt.

Blood instantly floods my brain and my fists clench in an iron grip.

"Jason," I hiss in an attempt of greeting, pulling every strength I have not to snap his neck on the spot.

"Jason was just leaving," Eve replies without breaking their deadly eye contact, a fire of wrath burning in her eyes which tells me Jason is probably the ex-boyfriend already.

Well, that was meant to be.

He turns around after shifting his eyes to me and aims for the elevator, greeting and walking past me.

"Don Enzo," he nods and disappears behind the doors of the elevator closing behind him.

I sigh, trying to keep it together before I reach Eve with an attempt to hug her, but she turns around, entering her penthouse and leaving the door open for me.

"Eve, what's wrong, amore?" I ask, instantly softening my voice like whenever I'm around her. (Love).

Damn this girl, she really has me wrapped around her fingers.

"Nothing. Why? Do I look like something is wrong?" she spits while filling herself a glass of wine.

I frown and walk closer to the kitchen island where she stands, tilting my head to one side to have a better look at her face, tucking a curly strand of hair behind her ear.

"Kiddo..." I try a joke, but she snaps right in my face, pushing my hand away.

"Oh, don't you "kiddo" me, Enzo!" she shouts and throws the rest of the wine down her throat.

I keep silent, giving her time to burn her anger before she can speak and tell me what has gotten her so teed off.

"You are all the same! You, great fucking mafia men, thinking you can own everything, playing with people's lives as if their lives belong to you," she ends up whispering, bending her head and fidgeting with her fingers and I smirk, seeing my girl has finally learned the F word properly.

"Hey, come here, baby," I tell her, wrapping my arms around her tiny body while she's sobbing louder.

"I'm a person, you know. I have feelings. I need my own life, my own stories, my own decisions, my own damn mistakes," she mumbles between sobs, and I hush her with kisses on her salty, teary lips.

"Whatever we do to people close to us, we do because we love them," I say, hugging her tighter and burying her face at the base of my neck.

"He had no right to do that. He could have just told me he needed Jason to watch over me. I would have understood," she whines and cuddles deeper into my hug.

I smile again. I know she's talking about Lucas and to be honest, I can only agree with what he has done.

Eve is a young and truly independent nature. She can fight him till tomorrow for things she wants and as innocent and obedient as she looks, there is one feisty woman hidden inside, ready to move mountains if that fits her.

"I can't wait to leave for Italy," she says, and my heart shrinks.

I can't go against Lucas' word. And I can't let her here either. What a fucked up thing this is!

She stirs in anxiety and lifts her head to me while I bend my head, meeting her lips in a slow kiss, avoiding the look she gives.

"I've missed you today," she whispers between my kisses, which become urgent and deeper while she loops her arms around my neck, lifting herself on her toes, deepening those burning kisses while I feel her skin heating up under my palms.

"Fuck me, Enzo," she whispers in my mouth, and I grab the back of her tights, lifting her in my arms while she circles my waist with her legs.

"Shit!" I hiss between her lips and place her on the kitchen island where I've dreamed of fuck her senseless the moment I've entered her house for the first time.

We battle for dominance in our kisses, and I run my palms on her back, but I finally surrender, allowing her to lead, while she grabs a full hand of my hair, pulling my head on the back and fixing her eyes into mine.

"I said fuck me, not tease me," she hisses and in that instant I pull myself away, increasing the distance between us and abandoning her frozen, sitting on the counter of the island kitchen.

I can't have her like this. Becks flashes in front of my eyes while I stare like a fucking idiot at an Eve all frowned and breathing heavily, unable to put my finger on what the hell has come out of her mouth.

"Enzo, what's wrong?" she asks, suddenly woken up from her arousal and giving a damn for the first time about how I feel.

"I'm not fucking you, Eve. I don't want to," I tell her.

"What?" she mumbles while I turn my back and leave her apartment in haste before I lose my mind and do what she has asked.

"Enzo!" she shouts at me, but I don't stop. I just keep on walking, closing the front door behind me and running into the elevator, which luckily is on her floor, with the doors open.

I've done nothing harder in my entire life than leave Eve's apartment right now. Even allowing Becks to return to NY years back seems to have been easier than turning my back and leaving my girl, ignoring her shocked stare and sharp yelling of my name.

I have thousands of curses on the tip of my tongue. I feel to break someone's bones, my blood is boiling, and I don't know if I should leave or just go back and fuck her senseless, just like she wants.

I press the block button of the elevator and take a moment to think. My heart doesn't let me go, but my brain pushes me away.

"Fucking shit!" I curse, running a hand through my hair and rubbing the back of my neck with the other.

And right here and now I decide I can't have another Becks in my life and then lose her. So, I press the ground floor button for the second time and exit the building once the elevator drops me in the lobby.

Getting in my car I feel my legs heavy like they've had the most painful walk taking me out of Eve's apartment and I lean my head against the backrest of the driver's seat, feeling completely exhausted while I turn on the engine, ready to go.

My phone buzzes and I pull it out of my pocket, cursing the idiot who bothers me right now, and my curses freeze on my lips.

E: Please, come back.

My heart tightens and regrets rush in while I turn off the engine, get out of the car, and run back to the building, like a young boy missing his girl.

I press the elevator button a few times, eager and full of the energy her message has given me.

That is all I need, a simple word from her saying she wants me back. I don't even remember why I left, for fuck's sake!

And... this is Eve, fuck it! She's nothing like her mother. She's strong and confident, knowing very well what she wants.

I've never felt an ounce of hesitation in her eyes, in her touches, in her kisses.

I rush into the elevator, hardly squeezing in between the doors they are closing, overwhelmed with the bliss of being on my way back to the woman who is stealing my heart every day a bit more, boosted by the feelings I've never known I still have.

Reaching her door, I knock impenitently a few times before the door opens wide and my girl throws herself in my arms, sobbing loudly.

She hangs herself on my neck while I crash my mouth on hers in hungry kisses, eating her lips and hastily searching for her tongue.

She moans and sobs and I squeeze her in my arms until I feel her nipples smashed to my chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Enzo," she whispers in my mouth.

I grab her head, holding it in an iron grip and I stare intensely into her glazing eyes, swimming in tears, wondering how is it possible that a woman so young knows so well how to catch me in her charms.

"I don't want to fuck you, Eve. I want to make love to you. I want to feel you with my palms on every inch of your skin and dive into you till I forget myself. Do you understand?" I tell her in a deep voice, rooted to have her and keep her for the rest of my days.

Her eyes are staring and for a few seconds there my heart is clenched in a fear that I've gone too far but a smile blooms in her stare and she nods her head gently, cupping my cheeks with her delicate hands.

"I love you," she breathes and the words rolling out on her lips hit my eardrums like huge bells, making my head spin and my hands sweat.

"What?" I ask in awe, although I've heard it clear and loud and clear but want her to say it again.

She pulls my head lower to her face, rolling her orbs on every inch of my face, and I can't believe the innocence and happiness plastered on her face.

"I love you, Enzo," she repeats. "And I don't care if you run away right this minute. I want you to know that I love you."

"Jesus, Eve!" is all I can mutter, and I capture her lips in a kiss that I'm sure has hurt.

How is it possible that a small, tiny woman like her can fill me up with such bliss? How is it possible that I've had to wait till forty-four to find the woman that gives meaning to my life?

"Eve, do you even know what you're saying? Do you understand that from now on you'll never belong to someone else? Ever? For the rest of your life?" I ask her, making sure she knows what I'm planning for her. I'm afraid that she's too young to realize that once she gives herself to me fully I'll never let her go, even if I have to kill for her.

"I know, Enzo," she whispers, and her eyes are shining with joy while saying it.

I grab the back of her thighs and force her to wrap me with her legs and arms.

I kick the door closed with my foot and walk with her in my arms to her bedroom, planning to have the night of our lives until we melt into each other's vibes, becoming one.

I sit on the edge of the bed, placing her on my lap.

She bends over my face, kissing me slowly, molding our lips, and biting my lower one, waking all nerves on my back.

I squeeze my hands under her top, running my palms up and down her back while she works on the buttons of my shirt. When they are all open, she pills the shirt off me, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"Let me see you," I tell her, grabbing the hem of her top and pulling it over her head.

I cup her breasts with my hands, squeezing them lightly, earning a shaky breath from her lips. They fit my palms perfectly. I adore her so much that it almost hurts.

"You're beautiful, so fucking beautiful..." I mumble while crouching and grabbing hungrily one of her nipples and she moans, making me iron-hard in my pants.

"Oh, God," she whispers and slides her hot, sweaty hands down my back.

Her skin shivers in goosebumps under my palms and I grab a full hand of her butt, sliding my fingers under the hem of her panties and to her folds, diving in while her cores swallow me gently.

Her lips whisper my name over and over and I twist us to the left, laying her on her back, hovering above her, and kneeling between her parted thighs, worshiping her neck and shoulders with soft kisses, sucking her nipples, and going down to her thighs that tremble and stiff once my head is buried between after eagerly I've pilled off any garment that stays in my way.

She's breathing heavily, mixed with moans and sobs, and I smirk at how spent she is. I try to remember when it has been the last time I've loved a woman so slowly, so deeply, so intensely.

I keep comparing her with her mother, the last woman that ever stirred anything in me, but I can't hold myself from falling harder with this little bundle of arousal jerking under me right now.

"Enzo, God!" she yelps, and I know she's about to come.

"Si, amore?" I tease her, thrusting her with my three fingers, rushing her climax, and lifting my eyes to watch her come undone. (Yes, love).

"Look at me, Eve," I order in a hoarse voice, which is totally unnecessary because her green eyes land on me, huge, shining in darker shades with each thrust I push, her mouth rounding in a perfect "o" and her eyebrows frown.

"Enzo!" she shouts the ride of her release, never taking her eyes from me while my hands skillfully caress her thighs.

Her breath is loud, her nails are digging into the flesh of my shoulders, and I raise myself, leveling her eyes and grabbing her dry lips with mine.

She smiles naughtily against my lips, running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head.

"Please, Enzo..." she begs and my hands rush instantly to unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants and boxers, feasting myself on the sweetness of her lips.

"Please what, amore?" I ask her, teasing her folds with the tip of my shaft. (Love).

"Please..." she begs again with growing disappointment at my delay.

"Whose woman are you from today?" I hiss, keeping myself away from her while I toss my pants on the floor.

She mouths something I can't understand, and it makes me angry because I want her to spell it, I want her to say it, loud and clear, I want it imprinted in her head, so she won't ever forget.

I pull myself away from her more as a punishment and she frowns.

"Whose woman are you?" I rasp irritated, my eyebrows clenching in a frown.

"Yours, Enzo. I'm only yours starting today, yesterday... He'll, the moment I met you in the airport I knew..." she says looking deep into my eyes and stretching her arms to me and pulling me closer to her mouth while I fit myself between her legs and slam inside, hard and full, feeling her jerking under me and yelping.

"Never. Forget. That!" I growl, pushing deeper and pulling slowly till my tip is tickled by her folds.

I loved her slowly, feeling every bit of her cores until we both stiffened and released at the same time, and then I loved her again, more than once and I never unloaded elsewhere but inside of her, filling her up all night until we were both dry.

And then I enjoyed the weight of her body on my chest when we were resting, both of us spent and sucked of power.

Holding her on top of me gives me a sense of reality, the reality of possessing her, feeding with satisfaction the cocky bastard that I am.

Her gentle breath fans the skin of my chest while my left arm squeezes her tighter, lifting her face to my lips and peppering tenth of kisses.

"Eve..."

She hums. I hope she's still awake.

"I can't take you to Italy. Yet." I say and stop breathing for a moment, waiting for her reply, but all she gives me back is a heavy silence.

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