14. Renzo

14

Istalk through the stacks, my footsteps silent on the worn carpet. The smell of old books and dust fills my nostrils as I search for her—Camila, my obsession.

Then I find her curled up in her favorite corner, lost in another world. She doesn't notice me watching her, drinking in every detail—the way she twirls a strand of hair around her finger, the way she bites her lip when she's concentrating.

I can't let Elio have her. Not like this. Not without me. The thought of him touching her, claiming her virginity, makes my blood boil.

I palm myself through my jeans, my arousal growing as I watch her. Camila is so innocent, unaware of her effect on me. I can't help but imagine what it would be like to have her beneath me, to claim her as mine.

My mind wanders to our previous encounter, the way she melted under my touch. I know she wants me, even if she won't admit it to herself. She's torn between her desire for me and her loyalty to Elio.

But I won't let that stop me. I'll have her, one way or another. I'll show her the pleasure she's been missing, the thrill that Elio can't give her.

I step out from the shadows, a smirk playing on my lips. "Hey there, Bookworm."

Camila jumps, her book tumbling to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

I shrug, moving closer. "Just enjoying the view."

She blushes, but there's a hint of excitement in her eyes. She likes the danger, the thrill of the forbidden. Just like I do. I sit down next to her, close enough to feel the heat of her body. "I hear Elio's taking you out on Saturday. Planning to make it a special night."

Her breath catches in her throat. "How did you know about that?"

I chuckle. "I have my ways."

I slide into the chair next to her, our thighs almost touching. "So, what are you reading that's engrossed you?"

Camila blushes, trying to hide the book cover. "Oh, it's nothing. Just something for class."

I reach out and pluck the book from her hands before she can stop me. My eyes widen as I take in the title and the steamy cover art. "Well, well, well. Looks like our little bookworm has a naughty side."

She tries to grab the book back, but I hold it out of reach, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Is this where you're getting your tips for Saturday night? Planning to seduce my brother with your newfound knowledge?"

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red. It's so cute. "No! It's not like that. I just... I was curious."

I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over her ear. "Curious about what? About what it feels like to have a man's hands on your body? To be touched in all the right places?"

She shivers, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Renzo, stop..."

"Stop what? We're just talking bookworm. You know," I murmur, my voice low, "you don't have to settle for only Elio. Two men can give you so much more."

Camila swallows hard, her eyes darting to mine. I can see the conflict in them, the desire warring with her sense of loyalty.

"I...I can't," she whispers, but her body betrays her, leaning toward me.

I reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She shivers at my touch, her lips parting slightly. To compete with Elio, I need to show a softer side—not that I really have one, but I can pretend.

"Look," I say, my voice low. "I know I come on strong sometimes, but it's only because I can't help myself around you."

She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. It's fucking sexy when she does that.

I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her skin. "You're special. Not like other girls. You're smart and beautiful, and you have this fire inside you that draws me in."

"Renzo, I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," I murmur, leaning closer. "Just let me show you how much I care about you."

I brush my lips against hers, soft and gentle. Camila hesitates momentarily before placing her hands on my chest and fisting my shirt, kissing me back. A soft moan escapes her lips as my tongue teases hers, my hands moving to grip her hips as I pull her onto my lap. "Such a naughty little bookworm. Were you getting horny, reading your book all alone here?" I kiss her neck softly, forcing myself to be soft despite wanting to bite and taste her.

She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Renzo," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. "We can't... Elio..."

I pull back, cupping her face in my hands. "Elio doesn't have to know."

She hesitates, torn between desire and loyalty. I can see the conflict in her eyes. What she doesn't realize is Elio is playing her, and so am I. Elio doesn't care if we share. Hell, he'd enjoy it.

"I won't force you into anything," I say, my thumb stroking her cheek. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever you need, whenever you want. I'll be there."

She nods, biting her lip. "This is all so overwhelming."

I smile, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Take all the time you need, bookworm. I'll be waiting for you."

Elio thinks being the knight in shining armor will get her to open up, but he's wrong. Camila craves the forbidden, the dangerous, the thrill, and I provide that.

"Renzo, I can't hurt Elio."

I shake my head. "Did you forget what I told you? He doesn't mind sharing, baby. And fuck, it would be so hot to share you with him." I kiss her once more before standing and giving her one lingering look. "Think about it, bookworm."

I turn and walk away, feeling her eyes on me as I leave. Slowly, I'm breaking down her barrier and making her consider the tempting proposition of being with both me and Elio.