Page 53 of The Bonventi Secret
Shit, I shouldn’t have pried, shouldn’t have let my curiosity get the better of me, but now that I know, I can’t unknow it. And what the hell am I supposed to do about that?
I walk past the suite doors, hardly acknowledging the guards.
"Fuck," I say into the empty room. "What have I gotten myself into?"
There are two things rattling me, one more than the other. First, there’s the thought of Rocco killing his own father, but the second is what I think has me so confused. E for Enzo. Did he really kill his father? The man I’ve been sharing a bed with, the man I’ve started to feel something for. Is he capable of patricide?
I let out a laugh. "No, no, he can't be. He's too big on family and loyalty and all that. There has to be another reason. Hell, maybe E is for someone else."
Yes, someone else.
I’m going to give Enzo the benefit of the doubt here, and until he gives me a reason to think he’s capable of something like this, I’m going to go by his actions. That’s all I can do.
Now, I need to get back into the headspace I was in earlier, and to do that, I need to clear my head of all this—I’ll take a shower that’ll help. I walk to the bathroom and start stripping off my clothes.
I turn on the shower, letting the steam build before stepping under the hot spray. The water cascades over my body, soothing some of the tension from my muscles. I close my eyes, tilting my face up into the stream.
Grabbing the soap, I work up a lather between my hands. The scent of lavender fills my nostrils as I run my soapy palms over my breasts. My nipples harden under my touch, and I can't help but imagine larger, rougher hands caressing me.
Enzo's hands.
I see the intensity in his dark eyes as he looks at me. I picture his muscled body, covered in those intriguing tattoos, pressed up against me.
I feel on fire, and an insistent throb builds between my thighs. It’s an urgent, consuming ache that demands attention. I slide my hand down my stomach, teasing the edge of the desire that burns within me. My fingers dance lightly over my skin, hesitating just above where I need relief the most.
Suddenly, I feel a rush of cool air as the shower door slides open. I turn back and gasp, eyes flying open to see Enzo standing there, naked.
At first I think my mind in playing tricks on me, but then I realize he's actually here, as if hearing my thoughts.
My gaze travels down his chiseled chest, his defined abs, to his huge, impressive cock. I feel a rush of desire, my core clenching at the sight of him.
The steam swirls around us, making everything feel dreamlike. Water rains down over my naked body as I stand frozen. Enzo's dark eyes lock onto mine, his expression intense and primal. My heart pounds in my chest as he steps into the shower, the water cascading down his muscular frame.
The space suddenly feels impossibly small. I can smell his masculine scent mingling with the lavender soap. My nipples tingle, aching for his touch.
And while I’m acutely aware of my nakedness, my vulnerability, I feel no urge to cover myself. Instead, I feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
"Livia," he growls, stepping closer.
"Enzo, what are you doing?" I manage to say, my voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. My fingers tighten around my skull pendant, my habitual gesture when I’m nervous.
Enzo reaches out, his fingers floating gently along my collarbone. That simple touch ignites a fire on my skin, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Every nerve ending in my body feels awakened.
"Tell me to leave," he says, his eyes boring into mine. "Tell me you don’t want this."
I know I should. I know there are probably a thousand reasons why this is a bad idea. But in this moment, standing before him, I can’t remember a single one.
Instead, I reach up, threading my fingers through his wet hair, and I pull him down to me, and that’s all he needs.
Enzo's lips crash down on mine, hungry and demanding. His tongue tangles with mine, and I taste him—whiskey and something uniquely Enzo, almost primal. A low moan escapes me as his hands grip my waist, pulling me against him.
I feel my breasts press against his hard chest, my nipples rubbing deliciously over his body. I run my hands up his arms, feeling the muscles beneath.
Desire pulses through me, hot and unwavering. Enzo's cock is hard against my lower stomach, making me ache to have it inside me. I want him—all of him.
I moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Every inch of me is lit up, craving his rough hands on my skin. I arch against him, desperate for more friction, more sensation.
I slide my hand down and wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock. I slowly stroke him, and he lets out a ragged growl. He feels so hard in my hands, and there’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than him inside me.
