Page 89 of Love to Defy You
She saunters off toward the back, and the extra sway she puts into her hips is way too obvious.
“Would you like her to watch while you ride my cock?” Enzo asks.
“Jesus Christ, will you ever give up?” I reach up to pull my hair into a ponytail. “And can we cool it off in here? It’s scorching.”
A molten look flashes across his face. “Funny, it’s set to twenty-one degrees Celsius, which I believe is sixty-nine degrees Fahrenheit—”
“Sixty-nine degrees? Really?” I roll my eyes. “You’re gross.”
He rises from his seat and takes a step toward me, placing his hand on the back of my chair. His form towers over me, but the bulge in his pants is right at eye level. “You say I’m gross, but your face is flushed.” Enzo grabs my chin and forces me to tilt my face up. “Your pupils are dilated.” His voice grows husky as he leans closer. “Your perfect breasts are rising and falling with shallow breaths.”
I try to turn my face away, but his grip is too strong.
“No, you’re not repulsed by me, Willow Baker.” He brings his lips to my ear. “You’re aroused by me.”
I bring my hands to his hard chest and shove him back. He straightens up and laughs, then sits back down in his chair.
But Enzo’s right. The wet desire between my legs is pooling in an uncomfortable ache.
I clear my throat. “Do I like that you’re attracted to me? Yes, it’s flattering. But do I want you to fuck me? No.”
“You keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.” He sets his elbow on the armrest and rests his head in his palm. A dark smile curves across his mouth. “But youlove it when Iwatch you get fucked, and it’s driving you crazy that I didn’t whip my cock out for you like everyone else during the Trial of Lust.”
I open my mouth.
“Don’t deny it,” he says. “How would you feel if it was me fucking that needy little cunt of yours while your precious Aleksandr watched?” His dark eyes drop to my throat when I swallow. “Yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My blood is hot beneath my skin as anger courses through me. “You’re a toy to me, Enzo. Nothing more. Like you said, I’ve used you in my little games with Alek, but only because the sex is fucking incredible when Alek gets jealous.” I narrow my gaze at him. “But make no mistake, I am loyal to Alek.”
His villainous grin melts into a frown. “Why are you loyal to a guy who isn’t loyal to you?”
“Alek’s never cheated on me.” I don’t break eye contact, and my voice is firm.
Enzo cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He glances at the floor, jaw clenched, and lets out a long exhale. A silent war seems to be raging inside of him, and indecision is etched into every hard line of his face.
“I’m sorry, but I refuse to keep his secrets any longer.” Enzo reaches into his pocket and slides out his phone, then taps the screen a couple of times. “I never intended to share this, but...” He offers the phone to me. “But I can’t let you marry a guy who’s unfaithful to you. I care about you too much.”
I stare at the phone sitting in his palm. “What are you talking about?”
“Just look.”
A knot forms in the pit of my stomach as I accept the phone. Cold dread replaces my boiling rage, and when I look at the screen, my entire body turns frozen.
It’s Alek, in the suit he wore at the Feast of Apollo, but he’s in a room surrounded by other men and women in lingerie. And one of those women stands in front of Alek, wearing a seductive smile with her hand pressed to his abs, just above his belt.
And his hand is on her wrist... holding it there?
That’s what I’m looking at in the dark photo, but it’s not adding up. Alek sought me out to give him a lap dance afterward. He said he didn’t touch anyone that night, and I believed him.
“I... I don’t understand.”
“Mikhail hired her, so she spoke Russian. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I didn’t have to. The intention was clear.”
I shake my head. “This has to be a mistake.” When I glance up, Enzo’s giving me a look of pity that makes me want to shove some sense into him. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
