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I didn’t givea shit about what I was doing anymore. The outside world was messy and complicated. But in here? With Enzo? I knew where we stood. He was who he was, and I was who I was. We weren’t pretending, although we were ignoring the inevitable. This would all fall apart eventually.

My mind quickly shoved that thought under the rug as Enzo’s lips crashed against mine. He moaned, his tongue swiping at the seam of my lips as he shoved me into his bed. I don’t even remember how we got up there; my brain was completely enamored with Enzo.

His hand shoved underneath my shirt, fingers grazing over my nipple. Enzo tugged one of my nipple piercings, and my back arched up from the bed as I chased his touch, wanting more. I opened my mouth, accepting him inside. Our tongues clashed, fighting each other, but I was no match for Enzo. And as much as I liked to fight, part of me didn’t want to be a match for him right now.

In Enzo’s arms, I could fall apart and know that he would take the lead. He’d tell me where to go, how to move, and how to hold my position until all I had to do was rely on him. The thought of having someone to rely on sent butterflies through my stomach. He was there, even when I didn’t want or expect him to be.

I’m getting way too attached.

Staying with Enzo hadn’t been part of the plan, but I’d given in. Being at his place was better than another stint in rehab; at least here, I had great dick, delicious food, and Penelope. It was a break from reality, but one I desperately wanted to cling to.

“Where’s your mind?” Enzo growled against my ear. “If you start daydreaming, I’m going to think I’m boring you and go harder,” he said, punctuating his words with a bite to my shoulder.

“You… ah,” I moaned, shaking my head to force myself to focus as my body tingled all over. “Are you threatening me?” I asked.

“You’ll know when I’m threatening you.”

“Noted,” I muttered. Every red flag lit up from here to California and back. I promptly ignored them all. “So, do something that doesn’t bore me.”

Enzo tugged my nipple piercing, and I pressed my lips together. Somehow, a stupid, goddamn whimper still slipped free. The corner of his mouth ticked up. I shoved a hand against his chest, but he refused to let me push him off. Instead, he attacked my neck. His teeth sank into my skin, drawing a hiss and a moan from me. His hand slipped between us, working my zipper down until he cupped my balls and gave them a very firm squeeze.

“Fuck,” I bit my bottom lip, lifting my hips and pressing against his palm.

“Stay.”

Enzo climbed off of the bed, and I was left panting. I propped myself up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Didn’t I say stay?”

I plopped back down. “What the hell are you doing over there? Come back already.”

“Do you miss me that much?”

I pulled a face. “More like my dick is going to explode if you don’t touch me.”

“All I heard is that you miss me.”

I rolled my eyes. Enzo was different than I expected him to be from reading his file. There was a gentle, playful side that I never would have expected. If Enzo was any other man, he would be perfect for me.

He’s still a Vitale.

A hand wrapped around my ankle, and I slid down the bed. Enzo was on me before I could even sit up. He had a determined look on his face as he stripped me out of my clothes and tossed them aside. I stared at them on the floor, in a heap, and raised a brow.

“You don’t want to clean those up?”

Enzo gazed at them and then back to me. “You’re more important right now.”

I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t do several flip-flops. Enzo wasn’t looking at me, too busy staring at my body, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Did he even realize what he’d just said?

“Ah,” I cried out, snapped back to reality. “What are you doing?”

Enzo didn’t answer me. Instead, he tugged on the nipple clamps he’d attached to me. I lifted with it, but he shoved me right back down to the bed.

“What part of stay don’t you understand? I see I’m going to need to punish you.”

I swallowed thickly. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Enzo went right back to ignoring me. He climbed off the bed, my eyes tracking every movement he made until he returned. Enzo carried over a towel and laid it down before he picked up a sizable flesh-colored dildo. He poured lube over it, stroking the cock with his hand as I stared up at him.