Chapter 21
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Chapter Twenty-One
Oh, mon Dieu. There are things I will never forget from my first moment in Salvatore’s villa.
How within twenty minutes of arriving at my love’s home, I crossed with an angel that I had seen m**********g in the ferry and now how I am standing in front of his older brother.
The room is not blazing with light since the white linen curtains are closed, but every single detail, especially the white-curtained four-post gigantic bed against the back wall imprints itself in my mind.
It’s a bed made for sinful pleasure.
And I know I will get my fill of that. The wolfish look in Enzo’s eyes tells me so.
Here I am standing in the middle of the biggest bedroom I’ve ever seen, in front of the largest bed I’ve ever imagined, with a man I thought I’d never see again. But a man who took a piece of my heart with him.
And strange as it seems I want Enzo as much as I want Salvatore. They are as different in their personalities as in their bedroom ways.
I wish I could say I am troubled by that. But I am not. Just confused.
And horny, very horny.
“Distracted, Principessa?” he asks in that rumbling tenor voice and teasing tone, gaining my attention. “When I am in the room, your attention has to focus on me.”
“You think too much of yourself,” I say, half teasingly, half seriously, but I raise my chin a bit to let him know that I won’t stand being commanded by him. “I am not distracted. I am simply not doing anything with you.”
He raises an ink-black brow at me. “Why not?”
I gulp as my throat goes dry.
Why does he have to be so sexy? So handsome? I hate that even now my blood heats at the thought of just…touching him. I shove all thoughts of having s*x with Enzo away.
“Because.” Because I need to come clean with Salvatore. How, I am not sure, but maybe it was okay to have s*x with Enzo while I didn’t know Salvatore and he were brothers, but now? It would be like cheating. I would definitely dislike Salvatore’s behavior if the position was reversed and he went and had s*x with my sister inside my own house without telling me…oh, mon Dieu. Quel confusion. And it kind of makes me not like Enzo much.
“Ah, Principessa,” he says, staring at me, a lopsided smile on his face. “I was eagerly waiting for you to arrive. We are going to have a very good time together.”
Well, I am not sure what this means.
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