“Why don’t I ever go to my Fawn room?” I asked, dropping my bag on the floor.
“I don’t care for that room.” He collapsed onto the chair at his desk, doing a spin in it before facing me again.
“But isn’t that where your other Fawns stayed?”
“Yes. It seems Daphne still has a big mouth.” He shot me an unhappy glare.
I shrugged, happy she did. “She said that you never brought Clarissa here, to your dorm, and she always stayed in her Fawn room. She also said that other Fawns stay there.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth, stupidity settling in that I’d ratted Daphne out. I’d just told him how much she knew about the Sons and Fawns.
“Don’t worry about it,” Enzo said, as if reading my mind. “Daphne already knew too much. It’s why she’s allowed in the Devil’s Lair.”
There was more he wasn’t telling me. I knew it.
“If I sent you to your Fawn room, you’d be down there alone,” he went on. “Plus, I like you here better.” He opened a desk drawer, drew out a knife, and began sharpening it in front of me like the maniac he was.
Bending down, I collected my book and MacBook from my bag and walked toward the bed. Enzo dropped his knife, reached out, and snatched the book from my hand before I made it there.
I attempted to grab it back from him, but he held it out of my reach.
“Seriously?” I groaned, hating how annoying he was. “Just because I’m not going to class doesn’t mean I don’t have to do the work.”
“Rebecca, huh?” he asked, reading the book title. Opening it, he fanned through the pages. “Let’s make this a bit more interesting, shall we?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, already nervous about what that entailed. “What do you mean?”
He used the book to motion toward the bed. “You sit. I’ll read to you.”
“You can’t be serious?” I asked around a scoff.
“Sit, Blair.” He playfully smacked my stomach with the book.
With an annoyed sigh, I walked over to his bed and climbed onto it, my feet hanging over the sides. Running my fingers over the black comforter, I remembered what had happened the last time I was here.
Me losing my virginity.
Him panting behind me. Above me.
The heavenly sounds of his groans.
Enzo removed my purple bedazzled bookmark, flicking it across the room, and started reading from a random page. A page I’d already read yesterday, which did nothing for my progress.
His voice flowed through the room, and I shut my eyes, relaxing my shoulders like I was listening to my favorite audiobook. I took in the details of the words, reliving them better than when I’d read yesterday.
After a few pages, he stopped.
“I’m bored.” He tossed the book aside. “Take off your clothes.” He grabbed his knife and returned to sharpening it.
“Excuse me?” I huffed out before violently shaking my head. “No. I told you, I need to read that for class.” I crossed my arms, as if safeguarding myself from not taking off my clothes.
The asshole was so fucking bossy.
So sure of himself that he thought he could simply tell me to get naked and I’d obey him.
It’s what he’s used to, Blair.
People obey and bow down to this man.
