Page 63 of Love to Defy You
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He hikes his thumb over his shoulder. “The door was unlocked.”
He’s wearing a royal-blue suit that fits snug against his broad chest. His build is similar to Alek’s, and as much as I hate to admit it, Enzo also looks good in a suit.
“My eyes are up here.” Enzo chuckles softly.
I drag my gaze from his chest to his deep, brown eyes. “Do you make a habit of walking into unlocked rooms?”
He leans against the doorframe and runs his hand over his chiseled jawline. “Only if there are pretty girls inside.”
“Sounds creepy.”
He shrugs. “Then at least let me be useful.” He twirls his finger in the air for me to turn around.
Obeying his command, I swivel to face the mirror, exposing my back to him. I watch him in the mirror as he stalks forward, his gaze openly roving over me.
He stops behind me, so close I can feel the heat radiating off him. His hands find my waist, and it sends a shudder through me, although I’m not sure if it’s fear or excitement. Maybe a little of both.
But he crossed a line when he threatened Alek’s life, and it reminded me how dangerous he is.
However, Alek is just as dangerous, and I’ve always been drawn to that dark side of him. That same darkness is reflected in Enzo’s gaze now as he admires my body.
He drags his fingers to my zipper, lingering on the bare skin of my back. “Are you sure you want me to zip it up? I’d rather ripit off.” He leans closer to whisper in my ear. “And judging by the goosebumps on your skin, I’d say you agree.”
I can’t resist the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m cold because my back is exposed. Zip me up or get out.”
“If you say so.” He takes his time dragging the zipper up the length of my back. His other hand rests on the curve of my ass, holding the bottom of the zipper taut. “There. You look stunning.”
Enzo meets my gaze in the mirror, and for a long moment, we just stare at each other, neither of us saying a word. I’m not sure if it’s fear that’s keeping me rooted to the spot, and I don’t want to be the first one to speak.
He caresses his knuckles down the length of my arm. “Willow—“ he rasps.
“We should go. We’re already late.” I step around him and get out of the closet as fast as I can without running, but still, my heart races from the interaction.
I like Enzo’s eyes on me, and I feel them raking over my ass as he follows me out of the bedroom. What I wouldn’t do to have his eyes on me while Alek fucks me, to be the sole focus of his attention, lusting after me when he knows he can never have me.
But I don’t want his touch. I want his obsession.
When I reach the staircase, Birgitta is down below on the sofa with Josie, drinking champagne and laughing that bubbly giggle of hers. And while a small pang of guilt hits me, I also get off on the idea that Enzo would betray his girlfriend just for a shot with me, even though I’ll never give in to him.
The leader of the most dangerous society on campus is on his knees, begging for my attention. That’s the power I hold over Enzo Messina, and fuck if it doesn’t make me feel like a goddamn queen as he follows me down the stairs.
That power is leverage that will keep Alek and me alive. And if I have to string Enzo along to maintain that leverage, then I’ll do it, no matter how dangerous the game is.
The party is in full swing. Strangers mingle in the crowded living room beneath sultry blue and purple lights as EDM blasts from the speakers. Bodies press against each other on the dance floor, swaying in time with the music.
I leave Enzo and approach the buffet table, but before I can grab a canapé, someone wraps their arm around my waist and pulls me against them.
“Why are you with Enzo?” Alek’s voice is lethal against my ear.
And if I don’t de-escalate this, one of them is leaving in a body bag tonight.
“We ran into each other in the hall,” I answer. “That’s all.”
Alek snakes his hand lower until he reaches under my dress. There isn’t much distance between my hem and my lady parts, and when he traces his finger over my bare slit, he groans. “This is mine. And I’ll make sure he knows that before the night is over.”
He smacks my ass and releases me. When I turn around, he’s already disappeared into the crowd.
And now, thanks to Alek, my unsatisfied, needy pussy is throbbing in time with the music.
