Page 24 of Bastard Prince
And it made me feel like there was even more to the man I was married to, if only he’d let me see it.
As if my thoughts had conjured him, Enzo was suddenly headed straight for me, his face like chiseled granite, his eyes full of storm clouds, leading me to believe his confrontation with Gregor and Amber had not ended well.
However, it also hadn’t ended in bloodshed, so I was still going to put it in the win column.
He said nothing when he reached me, simply slid his arm around my waist and drew me to him, burying his face in my neck and taking a deep breath, as if he needed me close. Closing my eyes, I laid my hand over his where it rested on my hip, relishing the contact of his body against mine. It was like that since the beginning; even when he was being a total ass, his touch had always sent electricity through my body.
Now that I knew the kinds of things he could do with that touch, the way he could drive me wild over and over, I was even more addicted to him.
“We need to get out of here,” he ground out, his lips against my neck sending shivers down my spine. “I think I’ve had enough people tonight to last me a lifetime.”
“While normally I’d make fun of you for being so anti-social,” I whispered, my words breathy as desire flooded my system, “I think I’m going to have to agree with you. Besides,” I teased, opening my eyes and pulling back to give him a smirk, “I’ve been dying to show you what’s under this dress all night long.”
The growl that Enzo released had my nipples tingling and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. He clenched his fingers possessively into my hip before turning and addressing the people standing around us.
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to steal my wife.” I could see Jacqueline’s knowing smile as she looked at the two of us, and I couldn’t help but blush. Enzo let go of my hip and snagged my hand, squeezing my fingers tightly. “Have a lovely evening,” Enzo barked over his shoulder as he dragged me away from the group. I tossed an apologetic look over my shoulder, then turned back to the front, needing to see where I was stepping before I tripped in my shoes and landed on my face in front of everyone.
“Enzo, where are we going?” I asked, looking around as he contiuned to pull me to the far side of the ballroom. “The entrance is behind us.”
“See, Iwaslooking forward to leaving, Francesca,” Enzo replied, not slowing at all as we exited the back of the ballroom onto a long terrace lined with potted plants on one side and open patio doors all along the other. The sun had long since set, and the cool night air raised goosebumps on my arms. “But that was before you started taunting me.”
“Taunting you? How?”
“You know exactly how.” As Enzo powered along the terrace, he started looking in the other doors, moving on to the next when he didn’t find what he was looking for. “You show up here tonight, looking like sex on legs.” My mouth hung open as he spoke, and if it weren’t for his hand tugging me along, I might have frozen to the spot. I knew the dress was good, but I never dreamed I’d getthatkind of a reaction. “Making me spend the whole night looking at you, listening to you, fuckin’smellingyou.” Finally satisfied, Enzo tugged me into one of the open doors and we found ourselves inside another smaller ballroom, this one dark and empty except for a few scattered tables. Once we were inside the room, Enzo dropped my hand, finding a thick curtain hanging next to the open door and tugging it closed. Likely designed to keep out the killer desert sun, the door stayed open, but now we were safe from prying eyes, wrapped in a cocoon of near darkness, just Enzo and me.
Once we were hidden, Enzo rounded on me, stalking like a hunter, his shadowed gravestone eyes solely focused on me, the heat of his gaze telling me all the things he wanted to do.
My core clenched at the mere thought, and I backed up slowly, my butt finally bumping into one of the tables.
“I have spent the entire night surrounded by people I honestly could not care less about and a few that I absolutely hate, and then you have to go and tempt me with thoughts of what’s under your dress?” Enzo shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Honestly, Francesca. What did you think would happen?”
He reached for me, his hands grasping my arms and sliding up, over my shoulders and cupping my neck in a hold that was both gentle and a little bit threatening, and my pulse escalated. I loved this side of Enzo; the side that was just barely able to rein in his lust. The side that would fuck me hard and rough, then hold me tenderly afterward.
Suddenly, I really wanted to show Enzo just how much I loved it.
Rising up on my toes, I pressed a kiss to his lips, then, grasping his wrists, I removed his hands from my throat and spun him so he was against the table before I lowered myself to my knees. I watched as his throat worked over a ragged swallow, knowing what I was about to do, and when his lips parted on a harsh exhale, I could see exactly how much he wanted it.
Once I was situated on the floor, Enzo did what was necessary to undo his belt buckle—that tricky piece of equipment that held so many of his secrets—and then dropped his hands to his sides where they clenched and unclenched rhythmically.
With the buckle out of the way, I popped the button and drew down the zipper of his dress pants, his cock already hard and straining in the boxer briefs beneath. Meeting his eyes, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and slowly rolled them down, taking my time. I wanted to draw this moment out, make him crazy, before I finally did what I was down here to do.
As I freed his cock, the thick length bobbing slightly in front of my face, I heard Enzo release another breath and smiled to myself.
“Francesca. Babe,” he said hesitantly as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, the heavy weight of it already familiar, “you don’t have to do this.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Do you not want a blowjob, Enzo?”
He laughed, the sound a little hysterical. “No, I do. You bet your ass I fuckin’ do.” Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand through his dark hair before continuing. “Just go slow, alright? Let yourself get used to it, and try to breathe through your nose.”
I blinked, needing a minute to understand what he was telling me.
Enzo and I had had a lot of sex in the last week.
A lot.
But for all the positions and locations and acrobatics Enzo had introduced me to, I had yet to go down on him. It had seemed that once we finally started having sex, he became a man obsessed with fucking me, and while we had been creative in the ways we had fucked, it had always been that. Fucking.
It wasn’t even until yesterday atA Taste of Edenthat he’d even gone down on me, so singularly focused as he’d been onsexthat all other possible activities had fallen to the wayside.
