Seriously? Fuck. You’re no fun.
I washed my mouth, his footsteps mashing with the sound of running water. Quickly, I grabbed a bathrobe and put it on me. He stopped right outside the bathroom, inspecting me with his stare.
I hated every second I spent under his scrutiny. It made me nervous and angry and…weird. My body behaved in two different manners. My stomach revolted. My skin crawled. My teeth clenched. My heart banged. My limbs and shoulders tensed. I was hunching and purring like a cat in front of a rabid dog, praying he’d just go away.
At the same time, my skin tingled, my nipples hardened, my breath hitched, my cheeks burned.My pussy throbbed. It was as if I liked the way he looked at me. Welcomed it. Didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want him to go.
Even when he was on top of me uninvited.
But how? Why? I hated Enzio more than any other person in the world. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him dead.
It must have been his looks. My body burned and itched solely for these. Trained to lust over them and only them. My pussy couldn’t recognize they now belonged to the man that wanted to violate me and I was planning to destroy, not the man I loved with all my heart.
I throbbed again.
Wrong husband, pussy. Wrong husband. We hate this one. Remember that. Please.
There’s a fine line between love and hate. You remember that. Please.
“You’re up to something, aren’t you? Something stupid. Again.” He folded his arms across his chest. “I meant it when I said I couldn’t save you anymore, Bianca.”
So he didn’t buy my sudden surrender. He could call my bluff. Again. I really needed to up my game. “You can’t kill me, Enzio.”
He snorted. “Is that so? Why, because you’re invincible or because you’re more valuable to me than my own twin?” His face turned savage, reminding me of whom I was dealing with.
“No. But neither you, nor your family can get rid of me before you open Cosimo’s will.”
His eyes squinted at me for a second. Then he smirked. “Yes, we can, and we will if you don’t play nice.”
There was something the Lanzas didn’t know. Cosimo showed me the will a week ago and gave me a copy to put in the safe in our apartment—where he kept cash, passports and guns as our exit plan. He told me if he ever changed the will, I’d be the first to know. I thought it was just his way to try to make me feel safe—with his money—when he couldn’t give me the one thing that would have protected us.
Except for a few assets to his cousins, he’d left Mario and me everything, making me Mario’s legal guardian. He’d also made sure that if I, too, died ofunnatural causes, everything except Mario’s trust fund went away.
I’d yelled at him that day. How could he have thought money was going to silence me, to make me give up, to make me stop trying to protect my son? I was so mad I couldn’t see what it truly was. Cosimo knew he was in danger, and that was his way of telling me and, at the same time, giving me the leverage I needed to stay alive after him.
I’m sorry I didn’t listen, Cosimo.I pressed a hand to my heart, smothering the pain. Then I raised a brow and leveled my gaze with Enzio’s. “Wanna bet?”
His honey eyes gleamed with suspicion as his arms dropped to his sides. “What do you know, Bianca?”
My silence darkened his face. He strode toward me, closing the distance between us, suffocating me. Then he fisted my hair and yanked. “What do you know?”
Here came those conflicted reactions again. Even my eyes looked at his with fury and fear, and then dipped to his mouth, drooping, indulging in confusing, sinful, shameful images I should never picture with that man.
“You have his grip,” I whispered.
I didn’t mean to say it out loud, and it seemed to have taken him off guard.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. For a moment, his gaze dropped to my lips, but he blinked quickly, dragging it back up to mine. “Do I?”
“Very much similar, yes.”
The heat radiating from his body intensified, folding around me. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
With Cosimo, yes. So much. The only time he was gentle with me was when he took my virginity because I’d begged him to take it slow. But every time he made love to me after, it was a battlefield. He spanked me, yanked my hair, choked me, bit me, marked me, owned my body hot and rough and hard.
It was all I’d known. And, obviously, it was what I needed. I loved every moment of it. I glowed in the darkness of our love, and not just in sex, in everything we had, right from the moment he blackmailed me into our first date, threatening to kill my friend if I didn’t go out with him. No, right from the moment I saw him on his bike with a maimed hand and didn’t bother if he was a gangster who might kidnap an eight-year-old.
Was there something wrong with me? Most likely. Cosimo used to tell me we were two sides of one dark soul, and I was born to be his. I believed him. Cosimo knew my body and soul better than I did.
