He opened my legs while at eye level with my pussy. “Spread them wider for me.”
My cheeks warmed as I did, and I flinched as he started wiping me clean.
It felt too intimate for such a violent man.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” he said almost in admiration. “Look how much I stretched you.”
His words sent tingles through my body.
Enzo cleaned me up as if I were his latest crime scene. He stared at the blood he’d collected and then said, “I’m leaving my cum in there.” The words were almost said to himself.
“You were a virgin, weren’t you?” he asked, his voice sounding so casual for such a serious question.
I slowly nodded.
“I figured.”
I scrunched my face. “What made you think that?”
“Just knew.” He stroked the inside of my thigh. “I know you better than you think, Blair.”
The warmth of the cloth eased my tenseness as he returned to cleaning me.
“Fuck,” he hissed out of nowhere.
“What?” I suddenly worried I’d done something wrong.
Or thatsomethingwas wrong with me down there.
I was fucking insecure, okay?
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
I could tell by the way his face paled that he normally asked that question before he had sex with someone, but he’d forgotten with me.
I shook my head, bringing my hand to my forehead and rubbing it.How stupid of me.
“You’ll go to the university doctor today,” he instructed. “She’ll give you birth control. Start the pills tonight—do you hear me?”
“We …” My voice was weak. “We should’ve used a condom.”
“No shit,” he hissed. “I forgot to have you checked first too.” He shook his head, looking away from me. “Why am I breaking all these rules with you, Blair?”
“Hey,” I whispered, a faint softness overcoming me, “it’s okay.” I tucked my hand under his chin, pulling it up so our eyes met.
We held each other’s gaze for a moment before he stood, tossed the cloth in a wastebasket, and opened a drawer.
He grabbed a pair of Ralph Lauren pajamas, shocking me as he brought me to my feet and helped me put them on.
Did he do this with all his Fawns?
Daphne had said everything Enzo was doing with me was different from what he’d done with Clarissa.
“Now”—he patted the bed for me to scoot back—“it’s time to talk.”
I rubbed my eyes, sliding across the bed as a headache started building. “I don’t know how much I can tell you.”
He sat across from me, stretching out his legs so they were on either side of me. “You’ll tell me everything.”
