"Fuck!" I mutter the minute I start pumping my fist over my length.
I don't think I've ever been this hard before.
It takes me less than a minute to come all over my stomach, the image of Allegra with her mouth parted, my fingers nestled inside her pussy, forever burned into my mind.
19
ENZO
After the little incident,I keep myself away from her lest I make her hate me even more. Not that I don't have someone watching her twenty-four-seven. Butmaman's words are still ringing in my ears, and I have to find a way to bridge the gap between us.
Romance her.
But how?
I've never made an effort with a woman before, spending most of my time running away from them rather than trying to get into their good graces. So I don't know how to turn our relationship around when even the most mundane moments turn into a battlefield. Not that it's not largelymyfault, but I find that I can't help myself where she's concerned.
"She just left the house," Nero's voice comes from the other end of the line.
"Where is she going?"
"Shopping. She has five guards with her." He gives me a brief description of what she's wearing, as well as her perceived disposition.
"Text me the location when you get there," I say, hanging up.
There is one thing that I've learned about Allegra in our short, albeit intense acquaintance—she is too strong-willed and volatile, with an independent streak simmering just beneath the surface. A deadly combination for someone who's been restrained by her upbringing her entire life. Suddenly finding herself in a big city with endless opportunities at her fingertips, she might think she can do anything she wants.
But she can't.
It's what I've feared all along, from the moment I met her and recognized her potential. She was like an unpolished gem, unappreciated and underestimated, just waiting for someone to appraise her true value. After being surrounded my entire life by scheming, conniving women that wanted only one thing from me, it was entirely too refreshing to be around her.
I was lucky to get to her first. But now it's a matter of making sureno onesteals her from me.
It's what I worried about from the very beginning and the reason I'd gone through so much trouble to ensure she'd be tied to me for eternity. I was merely the first to see her for what she really is, but certainly not the only one.
The thought of her going out alone in the world, where she can meet anyone—she can fall for anyone—drives me mad. And with her strong dislike of me, the possibility of her succumbing to a nobody's charm is even higher.
Damn it all to hell!
"I'm sorry to cut this meeting short, but there's something else that needs my express attention," I address the restaurant's board of directors, standing up and exiting the room.
In just a few minutes, I'm in my car and ready to go, awaiting Nero's message. I'm tapping my finger against the steering wheel, and my mind keeps torturing me with different scenarios: of Allegra being free with her smiles for unknown men, of her blushing at their compliments…
My fist crashes into the car's dashboard just as my phone rings, her destination a few blocks away from me.
I start the car and drive in front of a high-end department store. Nero is across the street, and he gives me a nod, motioning me toward where Allegra is.
Entering the department store, I make sure to keep in the background, merely watching her movements.
She's looking at some clothes, her brows drawn together in a small frown as she's perusing the dresses.
It's only now that I realize that I should have paid more attention to her lack of clothes. I'd seen the small suitcase she'd brought with her, with the few belongings she'd stuffed inside.
I continue watching her as she takes one dress off the rack, holding it against her body and checking the fit in the mirror. Her hand brushes against the price tag, and her eyes go wide, quickly putting it back.
"Nero, tell her that she should buy whatever she wants, regardless of the price," I inform him over the phone, but then I pause, thinking of something else. "No, better yet, tell her I'm a miser and I hate overspending, especially on clothes, and it would make mefuriousto see the bill."
"Yes, sir."
