Giuliana meets my eyes over his shoulder, hers wide, beforeshe soothes a hand through his hair.“Sto bene, amore mio19.”
I sag against the wall, breath shuddering out. Whoever came here wasn’t after Giuliana. This was a message.
Enzo cups his mamma’s face, scanning for injuries before stepping back, eyes blazing. “Pack a bag—both of you. We’re leaving.”
I blink. “What? Where?”
“London,” he says, voice like steel. “Tonight.”
34
Use Me
I'm learning things I never thought I'd learn. I wish you were here to keep me sane. To stop mefrom fallingoff the edge and becoming someone I don't want to be. —Enzo
Izzy
Carinathrowsherarmsaround Enzo, squealing the second she opens the door and finds us soaked to the bone on the porch.
“Oh my god—come in, get out of the rain!”
We dropped Mamma Giuliana off at a hotel on our way. She insisted, despite Enzo trying to convince her to join us. She didn’t want to intrude.
My teeth chatter uncontrollably, prompting Enzo to turn toward me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms in an attemptto warm me.
“You mind if we grab a quick shower?” he asks Carina.
“Of course not!” she says, already ushering us upstairs and pointing out the guest room and bathroom.
Enzo drops our bags by the bed, then pulls me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.
I peel my clothes off my body, Enzo doing the same, until they're left in a wet heap on the tiled floor.
Enzo leans around me, turning the shower dials and adjusting the temperature before motioning for me to step in.
The first splash of warm water against my shoulder makes me flinch, but the pain fades quickly. The wound has finally closed, leaving a small, circular almost-healed scar in its place. It still aches if I move too much, but otherwise, it's fine.
Enzo steps in behind me, his hard body pressing into my back.
I turn.
His eyes blaze.
I don’t know who kisses who first, but suddenly, our mouths crash together in a hungry collision, all teeth and tongues and desperate heat.
I moan into him as my hips rock forward, his cock already hard and hot, pressing into my stomach. I reach between us, curling my fingers around the smooth length of him, stroking him slowly. His head falls back with a groan.
“Isolde…”
I drop to my knees.
“Izzy,” he protests, trying to lift me back up. “Your shoulder—”
“—is fine,” I cut in, firm.
I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, savoring his taste. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. I swipe it with my thumb and bring it to my lips, sucking it clean while keeping my gaze locked on his.
“You’re killing me,” he breathes—whimpers—and the sound shoots straight through me.
