Chapter Seven

Francesca

They always say never judge someone by first impressions, and this is the first time in my life I agree with that statement. I thought Enzo was an asshole, rigid and cruel. But he’s turning out to be—dare I say—a decent man. Now that he’s let go of that stiff upper lip, I’m enjoying his company. And I’m definitely appreciating the view. When the man smiles, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s gone from an eight to way off the charts, and my pulse races quicker every time he looks at me.

“This is your room, Francesca.”

He stops by the open door, having given me a brief tour of the magnificent place. “If you need anything, let me or any of the staff know. And tomorrow, I’ll have Maritza here with a new wardrobe for you.”

He turns to leave and disappointment creeps in.

“That’s it? You’re not even going to try to kiss me on the first date?”

He stops in his tracks, his broad shoulders stiffening. The air seizes in my lungs as he turns and starts stalking toward me. His eyes turning darker with every step, causing my stomach to flutter faster.

“I was trying to be a gentleman. Trying not to press my will, but now you’ve asked for it.”

His head comes crashing forward, lips pressing to mine, and I’m swept up into a madness of lust and need. Our tongues striking with vicious desire. Hands clawing at each other, desperate to shred the material blocking our way. He hikes me up around his hips and I’m carried into the room. The sound of the door slamming in the background.

My back hits the bed, and his huge frame comes over me, staring down with those dangerous eyes. His breaths heave as his hands run up my chest and brace around my neck, locking me in place.

“I’m going to fuck you, little one. That is, if you’re okay with sex before marriage?”

“I never said I’d fuck you on the first date. But maybe if you ask my pussy nicely with your tongue, I’ll change my mind on the matter.”

The growl roars through the room as my panties are torn from my body. And then…I’m savagely attacked. His head burrowing between my legs. Tongue licking over every inch, flicking every nerve of pleasure. His lips are everywhere. His groans are ragged. And when his fingers slide inside, filling the ache, my orgasm is ripped straight from my soul. The pleasure hits me head on, sweeping through me like a rush of heat. I fall prey to the exhilarating shocks, losing myself to the intensity.

Only when I hear my name do I surface back to consciousness. My eyes struggle to open, but when they do, I find him staring down at me, giving me a look that has a feeling stirring inside my chest.

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going to fuck you until our wedding night. Now, sleep tight, my pretty one, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

He leans down, planting the sweetest kiss upon my lips, and then he’s gone. Retreating from my room and closing the door on his way out. I’m left in the dark, completely shocked by his restraint. He was just as starved for a release as I was. But he left without demanding anything in return.

I’m beginning to think that underneath that cruel exterior is a considerate man— who happens to have a mouth that rivals no other.