And I was once again the dumb girl who believed his sweet words laced with arsenic.
Maybe this is all for a reason. To finally erase him from my heart forever.
He clearly doesn't know who I am, so wouldn't this be the best way to test his loyalty?
"Dance with me." He doesn't give me time to react as he literally sweeps me off my feet, taking me with him to the dance floor.
The waltz is in full swing, and his hand reaches the small of my back, gripping me close to him as he leads me in the dance. My arms go around him, holding on to him, so close yet so far.
"What if I'd said no?" I ask cheekily, determined to see how far he's willing to take this coquetry.
"Would you?"
"Yes. I'm married, you see," I say softly, my words ending on a sad sigh.
"Is it so bad? You don't seem terribly attached to your husband." He twirls me around once before my front comes into contact with his once more, this time closer, our bodies lined up perfectly.
A breath catches in my throat as his hand goes slightly lower. I turn my eyes to his, curious to see what hides in his gaze when he's charming other women—nothis wife.
"Heisn't very attached to me," I turn my head to the side, feigning disappointment. "He's a philanderer who doesn't care about my feelings."
"How could anyone not care about your feelings,cara?You'resimply exquisite." I feel his breath just below my ear, hot, sinful, and inviting.
"Tell that to his many mistresses," I retort ironically.
"He's a fool then, if he doesn't know what he has." His fingers are playing with mine in a pose that would send a classical dance instructor into a frenzy. Slowly moving lower, they brush over my wrist before he takes it and brings it to his mouth.
"What would be the best punishment for such an adulterer? In your opinion?" I try to ignore the way my skin reacts to his touch or how my heart breaks seeing him do to another all the things he's done to me.
"Hmm," he starts, and he lowers his face so that there's barely any distance between us. "A knife through the heart?"
I can't help it as I throw back my head and laugh. How appropriate.
I might take you up on your offer. Soon.
But for now, I'm going to take advantage of this interaction.
Come on, Enzo, kill my heart so I can kill yours.
"Exactly," I exclaim. "Imagine how he'd feel if I engaged in the same… affairs." I throw the idea out to him, wanting to see his reaction.
"Not too well. I knowIwouldn't. If I had someone like you," he whispers, his hand still making love to mine, "I'd hold on so tight I'd never let go."
"Is that so?" I ask in a breathy tone, raising my head to taunt him with my lips close to his cheek, and then to his lips. "Then maybe I should do just that. Give him a taste of his own medicine."
The hand on my back tightens, bringing me flush against him—so close I can feel his growing arousal.
"Really?" he drawls, his voice sending shivers down my back. There's a sudden tension in the way he holds onto me, and for a second I worry he might break me.
"Tell me, sir," I say in my most innocent voice, "would you fuck me so I can get back at my husband?"
"Is that what you want,gorgeous? To be fucked by a stranger just to get your revenge?"
"Oh," I giggle lightly, "it's just the start of the revenge. But it will do quite nicely."
Still holding onto me, he leads me out of the ballroom and into the garden. For all the buzz inside, there's barely anyone outside.
He backs me into a dark corner until my back hits the wall of the house.
