Page 113 of Ruined By Blood
"Goodnight," I call over my shoulder.
Lucrezia waves. "Sleep well. Both of you."
In the hallway, Enzo slows his pace to match mine. I can feel tension radiating from him, coiled energy barely contained beneath his calm exterior.
When we reach his bedroom door, Enzo pushes it open and steps aside to let me enter first.
The door clicks shut behind us. For a moment, we just stand there, looking at each other in the dim light.
"I need a shower," I say finally, breaking the silence. My skin feels grimy with the residue of my father's house, his hands, his threats.
Enzo's lips curve into a slow smile, tension melting from his shoulders. "Funny," he says, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that makes my stomach flip. "I was thinking the same thing."
I raise an eyebrow, pretending I don't catch his meaning. "Were you now?"
"Mmm." He steps closer, his fingers tracing a path from my wrist to my elbow. "Seems wasteful to use the water twice. Environmental concerns and all that."
I bite my lip to hold back a smile. "Very thoughtful of you. I didn't realize the Ferettis were so eco-conscious. But you keep remindingme of that."
"Oh, we're very..." his eyes darken as they sweep over me, "...conscious of many things."
Despite everything, heat blooms low in my belly. "I don't know," I say, feigning reluctance. "I might just want to be alone."
"No," Enzo says simply, his thumb brushing over my pulse point. "You don't."
The certainty in his voice sends a thrill racing up my spine. He knows me, sees through my pretense.
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" I challenge, even as I step closer to him.
"When it comes to you?" His eyes lock with mine. "I'm learning to be."
I hold his gaze for a long moment, then deliberately turn away. Without looking back, I pull my top over my head and let it drop to the floor. My bra follows, then I shimmy out of my pants, acutely aware of his eyes on my every move.
I pad toward the bathroom, completely naked now. Just before I reach the doorway, I hear his sharp intake of breath.
"Christ, Sienna," Enzo's voice is strained. "The view you're giving me right now..."
I pause, glancing over my shoulder to find him staring at my bare backside, his eyes hungry and dark. "You like it?" Not really knowing how that confidence comes out of me.
"Absolutely," he growls, already unbuttoning his shirt as he follows me into the bathroom. "Every fucking inch of you."
CHAPTER 38
Water slams against my back when I pull Sienna against me under the shower spray. Her wet skin slides against mine, slick and warm. I grab the soap, work it into lather between my palms. My hands move slowly across her shoulders, down her spine. She trembles when my fingers trace the scar on her hip. That small sound rips through me.
“Shhh, piccola mia,” I murmur against her hair. “Just washing you. That’s all.”
She leans into my touch, head falling back against my chest. Good. Trusting me even here. My hands glide lower, over the curve of her ass. Her breath catches when my thumbs brush the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.I feel her muscles tense. Need vibrates through her. I drop the soap. It thuds against the tile near our feet.
My hands move to her front now. Palms skimming her waist, her ribs. Higher. Cupping her breasts. Water streams between my fingers as I tease her nipples to stiff peaks. She arches into my touch. A soft moan escapes her lips. Music to my fucking ears.
Going down on my knees feels like worship. The tile’s cold under my knees, but she’s warm everywhere I touch. My hands slide around her hips, holding her steady. She looks down at me, water dripping off her chin. Her eyes are huge. Dark with need. I press my mouth against her stomach. Kiss my way lower. Her thighs part for me without hesitation.
Good girl.
Her taste explodes across my tongue. I devour her like she’s my last meal. Fingers digging into her hips, holding her against my mouth. Her hands fist in my hair. Tugging. Urging me deeper. Her hips buck. Her moans echo off the shower walls, louder now. Needier.
“Enzo—” My name sounds like a plea ripped from her throat.
