“He didn’t lie to me about the Night Sons.” I gave him a pointed look.
“He didn’t tell you the full truth.” He took a long drink of his water, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed it down.
I raised one finger and started counting off on my hands. “Secret society.” Another finger raised. “Fawns.” Another finger. “Making my life hell.”
He capped and dropped his water bottle, allowing it to roll across the couch and fall in a crack between the cushions.
I truly believed that Enzo hadn’t killed Clarissa. There was something in my gut that told me he hadn’t done it. Even Daphne, who wasn’t his fan, hinted that Enzo hadn’t physically pushed her.
But Ididbelieve that he was a part of the pack that had driven her to jump. The people around us can be silent killers in ways they didn’t know.
But there was always that chance that I was wrong too. I could’ve been dick hypnotized from all the orgasms he’d given me and ignoring the red flags.
That was all Enzo was. Red flags.
Though I kept following those flags straight to him.
Ss if they led the way to myhappiness.
His voice turned deeper as he said, “Am I making your life hell, my Fawn?” He ran his hand beneath his lower lip. “I’m almost positive you were in heaven not too long ago when I was thrusting my cock inside your tight?—”
Without thinking, I heaved forward, jumping on him to cover his mouth, shocking us both. Enzo caught me around the waist, pulling me onto his lap, and for a moment, neither of us moved.
My cheeks were red as reality hit me, and when I tried to climb off his lap, he slammed his palms against my thighs, holding me in place.
His hands splayed out along my bare thighs, slightly under my skirt, as my shins were pushed along each of his thighs. Lowering one hand, he played with the upper hem of my knee-length sock.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked, focusing on my sock’s lace.
I fidgeted in his lap. “Who says I haven’t been?”
His chin rose, his eyes snapping to mine. “Your face.” He tapped my cheek with his thumb. “You look like sleep-deprived shit.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled.
“I can’t have my Fawn looking tired. Can’t have her tired. You’re supposed to be well rested for when I need you.”
My shoulders rounded forward as my brain lost all words.
“You still have a lot to tell me about yourself, Blair,” he added.
I gulped, remembering our unfinished conversation about my father and my past.
I’d spilled some of my secrets, but not all of them.
I’d never vomit all of them out.
Enzo slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. When I tried to grab his wrist, he used his other hand to drag my hand off his, finger by finger. My shirt opened, displaying my white bra.
“Very plain,” he muttered, running his hand along the top of my breasts. “Very boring. My Fawn isn’t boring. I want to see and learn about every version of you.” He patted my thigh. “Get up. Time for us to go.”
“Go where?” I asked.
When I didn’t move fast enough, he kicked his leg over, depositing me on the floor as if I were a pillow he no longer wanted there.
“Fawns don’t ask questions. Their blind loyalty causes them to simply follow,” he replied.
Thirty-One
