Page 55 of The Bonventi Secret
I hear Enzo panting for air as he catches his breath. His arm tightens around me, holding me close. We stand there, connected, as the water continues to rain down on us.
"You're incredible, cara mia," he murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction.
After a few moments, Enzo slowly pulls out, and I feel a trickle of his cum run down my inner thigh. He turns me aroundgently, cupping my face in his hands. His dark eyes search mine, intensely.
"Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough," he asks, his thumb brushing over my cheek.
I shake my head, still feeling dazed from the intensity of what just happened. "Yeah, I’m okay."
Enzo leans in and kisses me softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of our earlier encounter. It’s tender, and it’s not my body that aches this time—it’s my heart, and I’m not prepared for that.
As we break apart, reality starts to seep back in. I’ve just fucked Enzo Bonventi, the man I’m supposed to marry. The man who might be capable of terrible things.
But as I look into his eyes, I see something there that makes me question everything I thought I knew about him.
"We should probably actually shower now," I say, trying to lighten the moment.
Enzo laughs. "I suppose you’re right."
As we finish showering, I replay what just occurred and realize it was the most intense experience I’ve ever had.
We get out, and Enzo wraps a towel around me, his touch still lingering on my skin. I feel a lot of questions rushing in my mind, but I tell myself that I’m not ready to face those questions just yet. For now, I’ll let myself enjoy this moment before the real world tries to complicate things.
LIVIA - 20
Iwake to the gentle sound of Enzo's breathing. His arm is draped possessively around my waist, holding me close. For a moment, I'm disoriented, memories of last night flooding back in a rush of heated skin and passionate moans.
After the shower, we made our way back to the bed, where we talked for a while, which inevitably led to sex, again. I mean, save for towels, we weren't wearing any clothes anyhow. And once a woman crosses that bridge and opens up, quite literally, it's something that just seems to happen, especially with someone as hot and commanding as Enzo.
I shift slightly, and I feel my body aching in the most delicious way, reminding me of every touch, every kiss. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. Who would have thought that I, Livia Falcone, would end up in bed with Enzo Bonventi, feeling, well, happy?
I lift my head slightly, careful not to wake him, and study his face. The strong line of his jaw, the dark lashes resting against his cheeks, the faint stubble shadowing his face. In sleep, thehard, intimidating edges of the powerful Mafia Don seem to melt away, leaving behind a vulnerable man.
The morning light filters through, casting a warm glow over his olive skin. I notice a small scar near his collarbone, right next to hisOnore e lealtàtattoo, that I hadn't seen before.
My heart flutters in my chest, and I feel a rush of affection so strong it almost scares me. This isn't just lust. It's something deeper.
I slowly remove myself from Enzo's embrace, trying not to disturb his sleep. He shifts and turns his back to me. Suddenly, there's a glow from the nightstand, and I glance over to see Megan's name lighting up my phone screen. I hesitate for a moment, then decide I need to talk to her. She's more or less my best friend, and I've been closed off since leaving.
I slip out of bed, and goosebumps rise all over my naked body. I quickly grab Enzo's discarded shirt from the floor and pull it on. It smells like him, and I smile.
My phone stops glowing only to relight again; she's calling me two times in a row.
Shit, I hope she's okay.
I snatch the phone and walk into the bathroom. I close the door behind me softly before answering.
"Megan?" I say in a soft tone, sitting on the counter.
"Liv?!" Megan practically shrieks. "Oh my god, where have you been? I've been worried sick! I've been trying to reach you for days and days and days. What's going on? Are you okay? Where are you, miss?"
I look at my phone. It's 6:37 am, so that means it's 4:37 am back home. I smile—she's drunk.
I bite my lip, unsure how much to reveal. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I've been MIA. Things have been a little complicated in my life."
"Complicated how? Last I heard, you were rushing off to Chicago for some family emergency. What happened?"
"Well—"
