Chapter 13
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Chapter Thirteen
“Fleur?”
I jump and let go of my diary and pencil, putting my hand over my heart.
That voice. It rumbles through me, diving for every soft and vulnerable space, making me flinch.
I whirl to face him.
Enzo is inside my bedroom dressed only in sexy black pajama shorts. “Did I scare you, Principessa?”
“I…I was writing,” I stutter as I turn and bend over to pick up the pencil diary from the floor.
Besides, I need to do something or his eyes that see too much will probably notice that I was writing an entry about my dilemma.
I have no doubt in my heart that I love Salvatore. But now I’m so far into this man, into Enzo, that I don’t know how to back away.
My heart clenches at the hardness in his expression, like he’s holding something back. Some…emotion.
He’s just like all the other men who pretend they don’t have a heart. They are afraid to feel and because of that, they just feel deeper, harder.
But Enzo is worse.
Worse, because with his small signs of affection and care, he makes me hope for something more. It’s much more seductive than his sexy voice or his muscles or his charm—the idea that he cares.
“About what?”
He seems to be struggling with himself but I know what he is doing.
He’s trying to figure me out. He’s trying to burrow inside me until he sees how I work. But it will never work, because I’m not real. I’m smoke and mirrors—a magic trick. If he looks too closely, I’ll disappear.
“It’s a secret diary,” I answer without thinking.
When I stand up again his thighs brush the back of my ass and his hard body is behind mine.
The warmth of his body sends tingles of awareness over my skin which prickles with anticipation.
“Secret,” he repeats as he brushes the hair from my neck and I shudder. “What secrets does this diary know that I do not?”
“You…ask about them as if you care.”
“I do actually care, though.” He is silent and still for a moment, then he kisses my nape and whispers in my ear, “A little. Enough to f**k you. Or would it be because I f**k you?”
His words are dark and seductive, dripping from his full lips as he approaches me.
“So, what are you waiting for?”
“Principessa. I might be thinking of asking more—”
“Bien sûr, you’ll set me up in a house somewhere near. All I have to do is f**k you every night,” I tease yet my heart clenches with something like wistfulness. He’s not even gone, yet I already miss him. But my body has other ideas. It’s humming with excitement as his fingers graze the skin near my nightgown strap. “And then you’ll leave when you get tired of me.”
“Ouch. You really think I’m a bastard.”
Although there is a light amusement in his voice, there is something more and this something makes my chest twist. I could have just let him say his piece. It probably would have been the same words that every woman has heard before, but I didn’t give him much of a chance, did I? “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“No, you’re right. I am a bastard,” he says in a thick voice. “Bastard enough to know you are hiding something from me and I still want to f**k you.”
“Really?” It not only surprises me that I’m right but that he says it. Enzo doesn’t look like a man who likes to admit he is wrong, much less to admit he knows I am hiding something from him and still wants me. “But still…I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.”
He takes a deep breath in and when he breathes out, his exhalation softly blows my hair onto my face. “No, you’re right to call me on my bullshit. Even if that isn’t exactly what I want from you.”
“And what is it…exactly that you want from me?”
“To protect you, but I will be happy if you agreed to seeing me again. Tomorrow.”
It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever been asked. I’m lonely enough that it seems possible but it isn’t.
I am here for Salvatore and I am getting too attached to Enzo…
And if…if I could have both of them? Dieu! Have I gone mad? Both? But my heart asks me: Why not?
I stare disbelieving at the cliff, which is opening under my feet. A part of me wants to jump, but the other part, which is still sane, steps back. “And tonight?”
“Tonight…” He trails his hands down the sides of my arms and over my stomach, over my nightgown, stopping to brush the underside of my breasts. “Tonight we can play a game, Principessa.”
My knees buckle but he holds me up against him, pressing me flush onto his impossibly large c**k.
I moan at the sensation.
“Who are you afraid of?” Enzo flexes his hips against my backside. With a flick of his fingers, he unties the strap of my nightgown and takes one of my breasts in his hand.
“I cannot play games,” I say breathlessly as his deft fingers undo the last tie and my silk nightgown flutters to the floor. “They can hurt—”
“I’ll not let anyone hurt you, Principessa,” he growls in my ear and pulls my arms behind me, holding my wrists together with one hand while the other trails down my torso.
Every single touch and lick sets my nerve endings on fire. I shake my head at the same I arch my back onto him.
“Tell me,” Enzo demands, shoving his fingers inside my panties, inside me, only to pull out again.
My hips writhe with my need for more.
“Now, Tesoro. You tell me what I want to know and I’ll make you come harder than you’ve ever come before. I’ll make you scream my f*****g name so loud every single person in this house will hear you.”
My n*****s are impossibly hard and he’s not even started.
“I can feel how much you want me. I can f*****g smell how much you want me to make you come.” He tightens his grip on my wrists and circles his thumb over my damp panties. “Tell me, Tesoro, and I might make it all better for you.”
His words release a flush of wetness between my legs and my voice sounds husky even to my ears when I say, “The desk.”
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