The ride home was a study in controlled urgency. Enzo's grip on the steering wheel was tight and determined as he navigated through the rain-slicked city streets. Beside him in the back seat, Camilla sat wrapped in a quiet anticipation.
Every so often, Enzo's hand would drift to her thigh in a subtle yet deliberate caress—an unspoken promise that sent shivers along her skin. When the bill at the club had been settled with surprising speed, and Enzo had ushered her into the car without a word of protest, she had known that tonight was different.
His every action—from the way he hurried to pay and collect the car keys from the valet to the swift departure—spoke of a man whose focus was singular: her, and the dark purpose that simmered beneath his calm exterior.
When they finally reached t
