He glared at me, fire in his eyes. “But I don’t want them.”
“How do you know when you’ve never been tested like that? Do you realise what you fucking look like, Enzo? You could walk into a gay club tonight and have any man there.”
He growled in frustration, running his hand through his hair beneath his black hood, and I tried to ignore how my body was responding to his anger. My dick was hardening against my jeans because I knew I was pushing him, testing him, but most of all, I loved it when he got heated and passionate.
“You want me to fuck other men, Rossetti? Or let them fuck me? Just so I can say I’ve done it and hated every minute of it because it wasn’t you? Is that what you want?”
I stared at him, my breathing growing rapid to match his as I considered how far to push him. “Maybe.”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t need to do that. Of course, I find other men attractive. You think I haven’t been tempted over the past ten years? Of course I have. But none of them would make me feel even half of what I feel when I’m with you. So what was the fucking point?”
“How do you know unless you try?”
“I did try! Once.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I went to France for a meeting about two years after we broke up, I went to a gay bar alone one night. I met a stranger.He was hot. We kissed, danced and flirted. We went to a dark corner, and he dropped to his knees, ready to suck me off. As soon as he did, I closed my eyes and could think of only you. I even called him Finn at one point, which he was pretty pissed about. When I realised it wasn’t you on your knees for me, I lost my erection. It was a disaster.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing, but my shoulders shook with the effort. Enzo shoved my arm, pushing me away.
“Fuck off, Rossetti,” he said, but within seconds he was laughing too, shaking his head. “That’s how fucked up I am over you, Finn. I don’t know how to want anyone else but you.”
I plunged my hand into his hood, gliding my fingers through his hair, then kissed him. He sighed, all his anger leaving his body.
“Don’t ever fucking ask me to fuck anyone else again. I can’t even stand the thought of you with other men.”
“They meant nothing. They were meaningless hook-ups to try to numb the pain.”
“You didn’t let them fuck you?” he asked quietly. My stomach flipped at the look in his eyes. He knew, better than anyone, that I liked being fucked. Being dominated because I chose to be. But I couldn’t do it with just anyone. There had to be a huge level of trust for me to allow myself to be that vulnerable with someone.
I shook my head. “No. No one has fucked me since you. None of them could come close. It only made me more pissed off at you, Enzo. You ruined me.”
“Good,” he breathed against my lips, sliding his hand up my thigh. My cock ached. “Let me ruin you some more.”
I groaned as his hand wrapped around my thigh, dangerously close to my dick, and squeezed.
“As much as I love being with you in public, I really fucking wish we weren’t surrounded by so many people right now.”
He smirked, his eyes lighting with a devious plan. “Then let’s go.”
“Back to the hotel?”
“Si.We’ll take the scenic route. I saw a park in that direction,” he said, nodding over his shoulder towards the tall trees and greenery behind us. My gaze swept back to his, finding that same heated desire and excitement. He couldn’t be serious.
“You want me to fuck you in public?” I whispered, and his smile widened, revealing that damn dimple in one cheek.
“No,” he husked, leaning closer. “I want to fuck you.”
Holy shit. Yes.
Chapter twenty
Present Day
Iwalked through the park, keeping to the dimly lit path. My heart pounded with adrenaline and anticipation, knowing Enzo was behind me. Following. Waiting. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. First, a public date where he held my hand, kissed me, and held me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and now this? He wanted to fuck me out in the open, where anyone could see us?
If we were arrested tonight for public indecency, Alessio would kill me. No, he’d kill Enzo. But fuck, I couldn’t say no. I wanted this. Badly. It was becoming one of the most memorable nights of my life.
