As soon as he felt my surrender, he lifted me off the ground and carried me over to the bed. Enzo broke the connection between us only long enough to undress us both, ignoring my questions when I tried again to get him to talk to me.
Once there were no more barriers between us, he laid me back, following me down as his lips once again met mine. I sucked in a breath as he entered me with one strong thrust. I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. Not at all. I felt my body stretch to accommodate him, but there was no pain. Only a fierce stab of pleasure as my back arched and my legs opened wide to give him more room.
I felt his big body shudder on top of mine. “So wet,” he whispered against my mouth. “So sweet.”
My fingernails dug into the backs of his shoulders as, with a moan, he slowly pulled out before slamming back into me. One arm worked its way beneath my hips to pull me even closer, his weight braced on his other elbow beside my head.
Tearing his mouth from mine, he buried his face into my neck and took me hard and fast, breathing hard, his heart pounding against mine as with each strong thrust he moved us across the mattress until I hit the headboard.
I had no time to get too much into my head. To be scared. All I could do was feel the same sense of urgency as he tightened his arm around me, arching my body completely up off the mattress. Tension gathered in my lower belly with every hard thrust, his pelvis hitting my clit faster and faster, his lips whispering things too quiet for me to understand against my skin.
Just as I was hovering on the precipice, a low growl rumbled against my throat and his teeth sank into the muscle between my neck and shoulder. The pain mixed with pleasure, throwing me over the edge in a violent release just as Enzo stiffened above me, squeezing the breath from my lungs as he cried out and pushed himself impossibly deeper inside of me.
But he wasn’t done.
He was just getting started.
We stayed in bed for hours as he fucked me every which way, until my muscles felt so slack I had no idea how I was going to walk back downstairs for dinner. But it wasn’t the orgasms or the way he dominated my body that left me so exhausted, it was the emotion that poured out of him. The need he sucked out of me. Not with words, but with every touch. Every kiss. Every time I would try to talk to him, he would start kissing me. Or he’d shove my legs apart and put his mouth on me until I couldn’t form a comprehensive thought.
And his eyes…his eyes burned me from the inside out, delving into my soul and dragging me down into his personal hell with him. After that first time, he didn’t hide from me anymore, ordering me to open my eyes. To look at him. To watch. Until it was too much. Until I was nearly sobbing with the intensity of it. Only then did he release me, moving his gaze down my body, scorching every inch until I was surprised to see my skin was still unmarred when I looked down at myself.
And when he’d finally exhausted himself and we were lying in a tangle of sweaty limbs on top of the comforter, I tilted my face up to his. “Enzo, tell me what’s wrong.”
The crazed light in his eyes had dimmed, but at my words, it flickered back to life as they met mine, and at first, I thought he still wasn’t going to tell me. But then he brushed a strand of my hair from my forehead and said, “We only have a few days until your father will be coming to get you. If Luca can get us that much time when he talks to Luigi.” He didn’t look confident in his boss’s abilities. “He said he would think of some reason to keep you here as long as we could.”
My blood, rushing through me like lava just a few minutes before, froze in my veins. “No.”
“Sera, we have no other choice but to tell him you’re here.”
I shoved him away from me, sitting up and turning my back to the gorgeous man sprawled across the bed as I scooted my way off the opposite side. “Youhave no choice. But I fucking do. And I’m not sitting around here waiting for him to come get me and lock me back inside of my room.” Or worse. But I didn’t voice that fear out loud.
Enzo sat up and tried to grab my wrist, but I pulled it out of his reach and slid off the mattress. “Sera. There’s nowhere you can go.”
A thought occurred to me, and I whirled to face him with my shirt held in front of me. “Is that why you brought me here? So I couldn’t get away?”
His brows drew together. “What? No—”
“Bullshit.” Panicked now, I yanked my shirt over my head, not bothering to search for my bra, and scanned the floor for my pants. Finding them lying beneath Enzo’s suit jacket, I kicked it aside and started pulling them on.
Enzo was off the bed in a flash and came around to stand in front of me. He grabbed my arms, forcing me to give up on my pants. I left them hanging somewhere below my hips and stared around his left arm with a mutinous expression as he tried to get me to look at him.
When I refused, he finally said, “Do you really believe I would do something like that to you?”
“Yes,” I answered without even thinking about it. “Of course, you would. Your loyalty isn’t to me. It’s to Luca. To your mafia family. I understand that. And honestly, I’m not even mad about it.” That was a slight understatement, but I didn’t want this to turn into some kind of lover’s quarrel. I just wanted to leave. “Where’s my money?”
He was quiet for a minute, then he released my arms and took a step back. I kept my eyes averted from his naked form as I finished pulling on my pants. “Where is it?” I asked again.
“It’s safe.”
“I want it back. Now.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t answer me.
I started to shake. If he wouldn’t give me my money, there was no way I’d be able to survive even if he did let me go. “Goddammit, Enzo. That money is mine. I’m not asking you for anything else. I just want my clothes and my money and my car so I can get the hell out of here.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I remembered that my car was still back at his hotel. “No. Know what? I don’t even care about the car. I’ll call an Uber.”
He stood still and silent until I braced myself for his anger and looked up at him.
But it wasn’t anger I found in his expression, it was loss. Utter devastation. Just for a second before he schooled his features and shifted his gaze to the side. “You’re not going anywhere,” he told me softly. “Not yet.” Walking around me, he headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A few seconds later, I heard the shower come on.
