Page 86 of Love to Defy You
Enzo’s voice perks up. “You’re going to Andarusia for the spring holiday?” He laughs. “What a coincidence. I’m going to Andarusia this week, too.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Of all the places you could go for spring break, you’re going to Andarusia?”
“Sure, it’s not an ideal holiday destination,” Enzo admits. “But I’m going on business, not pleasure.”
I roll my eyes. “Business? Really?”
“Well, yes, I’m graduating in June, so I’m exploring some options.” He sighs. “Listen, I feel bad about keeping you from Aleksandr tonight. Let me make it up to you.”
Leaning back on my elbows, I ask, “How?”
“Let me take you in my private jet. I’ll move some things around, and we can leave later tonight.”
I let out a laugh. “Thanks, but I’ll be all right.”
“Come on, Willow,” Enzo says. “How many times do you get a chance to fly in a monarch’s private jet? It’ll be much more comfortable than a commercial flight. There’s champagne, and we’ll eat whatever you want for dinner. How does sushi sound?”
I pick at a loose thread in the duvet. “I haven’t said yes yet.”
“It doesn’t have to be sushi. What are you in the mood for?”
“Enzo...” Shaking my head, I throw myself back on the bed and stare at the ceiling.
His voice grows husky. “I like when you say my name.”
“Flirting with me is going to make me say no.”
He blows out a breath. “Look, I feel bad after what happened at the Trial of Lust. It killed me seeing the tears in your eyes. At least let me do this to ease my guilt.”
“Oh, I see. This is a pity plane.”
He chuckles, low and sultry, and I think back to the Trial of Lust when Alek fucked me while I stared into Enzo’s eyes.
I’m keeping Enzo on a string as leverage, right? It might make more sense to accept his offer, even if the thought of being trapped in an enclosed space at thirty-five thousand feet with him scares the shit out of me.
“Fine.” I swallow. “I’ll go if you answer one question for me.”
“I’m intrigued.”
“But you have to be honest,” I add.
He pauses for a long stretch until he finally says, “Okay.”
Raking my lip between my teeth, I stare at the ceiling and close my eyes. “You were one of the only guys who didn’t touch themselves during the Trial of Lust. Why? Weren’t you turned on?”
I cringe at how pathetic it sounds.
“Oh, is that why you left so upset?” Enzo asks.
“No, I didn’t cry because you wouldn’t show me your precious manhood. It’s called a sub drop.” I scoff. “So, what, are you shy?”
He lets out a dark laugh. “Oh no. Quite the opposite. If you were mine, I’d fuck you in front of a stadium full of people if you begged me for it.”
I lick my lips. “That’s not going to happen.”
He chuckles. “Aren’t you curious about how many inches I have on Kurochkin?”
I snort. “I’m hanging up on you now.”
