Page 122 of Hexed
“Enzo,” she mewls, and then she slips us inside her, just a little, just the tips of our fingers.
Goddamn.
“In a different life,” I start, my voice shaky from the restraint of holding myself back, “I would be on my knees, feasting on you every day for the rest of our lives.”
She groans, her head lolling and her breathing becoming choppy. She pushes us in farther, her tight channel gripping our fingers as she slowly slides back and forth, her palm moving in circular motions against her clit.
“In a different life, it would beyouon my arm, andyouI’d get to marry. And I’d take you home and fuck you inourbed, sinking my cock so deep inside you that you’d never get me out.”
Her hand moves faster; her pussy is drenching both our palms.
Drops of my cum drip down my length, making me a mess. I push against her ass, and it shoves our bodies closer to the wall, applying more pressure to her clit from the added weight.
“In a different life…” I pause, emotion suddenly clogging my throat. “I’d love you out loud.”
Something shifts and changes when the words drop off my tongue unbidden. I didn’t mean to say them, and part of me is worried that I ruined the moment, but her cunt contracts and pulses, and she explodes, her moan so loud, I’m worried everyone in the ballroom can hear. My free hand that was holding her by the stomach shoots up and presses against her mouth to stifle the noise, her cheek plastering my fingers to the wall as she comes undone.
She’s a vision.
She’s everything.
But she’s still not fucking mine.
We stay like this, pressed against each other even after she comes back down, because I know that once I move, this will be over. The spell will be broken. I can already feel the whispers of Ma creeping up my spine and into my psyche, but I push them back down, not wanting to destroy things.
And I have this sinking feeling this is all we’ll ever get. A stolen moment, hidden away in a locked bathroom, and it makes me sick because she deserves so much more.
She twists her head and gives me a small smile, those damn dimples making my heart a fucking mess.
And then there’s a click, and the door bursts open behind us, and the moment is smashed into a thousand different pieces.
Because her uncle just walked into the room.
THIRTY-TWO
ENZO
Well…thisis fucked.
Luckily, neither of us is in any state of undress, so it’s easy enough to step back and let her dress fall, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Trent see any part of her, so when I turn around, I stand in front of her to offer her protection because I already know this won’t go down well.
Was it the smartest choice to do this here, right across the hall from everyone, at myengagementparty to another woman?
No.
Do I feel like a piece of shit?
Yes.
But I don’t regret it. This isn’t the same thing as Ma and Pops. I’ve never loved Aria, and we’renotmarried yet.
My fingers are dripping, and my only regret is that I didn’t get to taste them before Trent walked in and demolished the moment.
Well, that and not kissing her.
Which Venesa avoided, and I’m not sure why.
A shot of panic hits my stomach when I imagine this little rendezvous being found out by my pops, but I push it to theside because my immediate concern is right here and now with Venesa.
