You're mine, brother.
It bobbed right in front of my face, veined and intimidating, the musky scent of him hitting me strong in the dim, smoky air.
I hesitated only a second before leaning in, wrapping my lips around the tip. The taste of him flooded my mouth — salty, familiar, addictive. I sucked lightly at first, tongue swirling around the head, feeling him twitch against me.
Enzo’s hand settled on my head, not gentle, fingers threading through my hair with possessive control. Humiliation burned my cheeks as I bobbed lower, taking more of him. I could feel eyes on us.
A few chuckles from nearby seats. They were watching the mafia prince get serviced by his stepbrother pet in the open. Probably have no idea we a