Falling For The Enemy by Abbymicah

The room was heavy with a scent of lust and sweat. I heard her moaning beneath me, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, every flick of my tongue on her skin. I could see her thighs quiver as my fingers walked deep inside her. She gulped, aching her back, pulling me closer with needy hands.

"More Lorenzo," she whispered breathlessly, her voice filled with desire.

I smirked, trailing my lips down to her breast, sucking one into my mouth. Her body writhed, desperate for more, but even as I pulled her closer to the edge, there was nothing in me that could follow. It was always the same.

I slide my fingers deeper. A slick warmth coated my hands. Her breath became faster. A finger digging into my back as she moaned louder. Her release  until she finally shattered beneath me.

Her moan echoed in the room, but I barely felt anything. It was like I was watching the scene from outside my body detached- hollow. She collapsed on the bed trembling.

But inside me there was just nothing. I sat up, my back to her as I reached for my pants. "That was amazing."She breathed beneath me.

I didn't respond. I just couldn't. What was I supposed to say? That it wasn't enough? That it never was? No matter how many women I had, no matter how many times I tried to bury myself in them, it just didn't change the fact that I couldn't impregnate any of them.

I clenched my jaw, pulling on my shirt. Just as a knock sounded on the door, I had grown frustrated. "What the hell do you want?." I barked, irritation in my voice, unmistakable.

The door creaked open and Enzo stepped inside, his expression calm as usual. "Your grandmother called, sir. She wants you at the office."

I turned to glare at him, fists clenching at my side. "Are you out of your damn mind? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?."

Enzo didn't flinch. He never did. He was used to my temper, used to the chaos I strived in. "She said it's very urgent."

I growled under my brace, barely holding back my rage. Of course she had called. My grandma was the only person who ever had any control over me. The woman I pretended to be the perfect grandson for. The woman who thought I was a respectable businessman. She didn't know the truth, that I was a mafia lord, feared by everyone and who crossed my path.

I turned back to the woman in the bed, her eyes wide with confusion and impatience. "Get dressed," I said flatly. "We are done here."

She huffed, clearly annoyed, but smart enough not to argue. As she gathered her clothes, I shot Enzo another glare. "I'll deal with you later,"