Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Enzo’s eyes widen and he jumps up, lifting me by the waist and spinning me, then setting me on the tabletop. I slap him across the face, sending his head snapping to the side. When he comes back, his glare is wild and he hauls me closer. “If I look at your feet and find a single speck of blood, I swear to you, I’ll—”
“I don’t give a shit what you do, Enzo, so do what you want! Do your worst, and make it hurt because it can’t possibly be worse than the pathetic fucking position you tricked me into, and I want nothing more than a way out!”
Enzo’s entire body goes stiff, only to go lax a split second later. His hands fall away from me, and he takes a step back. He stares right at me, a million emotions brewing in his eyes. “You’re right. I did trick you. I tricked you when you had no idea you were being tricked.”
“That makes no sense! You seem to be forgetting that I found you!”
“How.”
My brows snap together, eyes shifting between his. That doesn’t sound like a question.
Why doesn’t that sound like a question?
Wait.
Enzo is nodding slowly before the thought can fully form. “It’s coming together now, isn’t it? How Nicholas appeared in your class one day, how he reminded you what his uncle contributed to this world of ours, how he decided to move here, leaving his life behind to follow in his footsteps.”
Pieces of my conversation with Nicholas the other night come back to me.
“It would’ve been more believable if he would have made you sweat a bit.”
“Come on now, boss.”
My eyes snap up to Enzo’s, narrowing in confusion. “But I hired him to find a way to you.”
“Yes,” he says. “And I hired him to give you that very idea in the first place.”
What does that mean?
Why would he do that?
What the actual fuck is he saying to me right now?
As if I spoke out loud, as if he has the ability to hear my thoughts, Enzo answers all those questions with a single response.
“I led you right to me,” he whispers. “And I would do it again, and again, but what you seem to be forgetting is that I don’t have to.”
Long, coarse fingers latch around my forearm, drawing me forward and ignoring my attempts to tug free. He flips my wrist, lifting until my left hand is in front of my face, the ring sitting there shining in the early morning light. “You’re mine now. Always. Indefinitely.”
“Or I could stab you in your sleep, leave, and never look back.”
Enzo chuckles, the lack of fight in my tone obvious to my own ears.
Slowly, he presses forward, his knuckle gliding up under my chin as he tilts my head back, keeping our gazes sealed. “You know what a knife can’t cut, a bullet can’t pierce, and a fire can’t burn?” He slides his lips along mine, and I shiver at the feeling. “Love, baby. So, tell yourself you’re not mine, fight me, push me, but it won’t matter…because you’re going to love me either way.”
My lips part on a sharp inhale and Enzo swoops in, swallowing the sound with his mouth as he takes mine captive. Prisoner.
He enslaves me with his lips alone, an invisible chain wrapping round my neck, leashing me to him.
His licks are angry lashes against my own, his touch hard and possessive, claiming with every slide of his palm along my skin. Over my hip and up my ribs, along my arms and lower back until he reaches the nape of my neck, where he squeezes. He presses me to him so hungrily, I can’t fucking breathe, but I don’t even care. With every swipe of his tongue, I fall deeper into his darkness.
When he finally breaks away, it’s only to growl against my mouth. “You’re mine, Little Bride.” He gathers my hair in his fist, tugging gently so our eyes meet. “Everything I am, everything I have, is already yours.” His right hand slides down my stomach, taking the tie of the robe with it, but halting just before the point falls open. “So take from me. Take what only I can give you. Take what we both know you want and fuck everything else. The rest will follow.”
I hold his gaze, my heart thundering in my chest. Need pulses through my entire being, tiny little sparks flickering across my skin and making me jumpy.
I’m on edge.
I’m on edge and this man is dying to catapult me off the cliff.
There’s so much to figure out…but what’s a few more hours going to hurt?
I say not a damn thing, so when Enzo’s tongue slides across his lower lip, I flick mine out to meet him.
Those hazel eyes grow dark, and when his hands find my hips, lifting, I go willingly. My legs wrap around his waist, the warmth of his skin through his top like lava against my needy pussy.