Chapter 5
R EESE
E nzo sucks the air out of the hallway. I can’t breathe with his body pressed against mine. Being near him makes my brain disappear, and my lady bits take charge. He’s right; I want him. He’s this massive beast of a man dominating my body with such sheer force it scares the living shit out of me and excites me simultaneously. I’ve replayed that night repeatedly on a loop. It won’t shut off. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I’d stayed instead of sneaking off like a coward.
“I can smell how turned on you are. You’re soaked, aren’t you, princess?”
“No.”
Enzo’s laugh echoes down the dark hallway. “Liar.”
I push against him, trying to get him off me so I can think, but he’s an immovable force. “Why are you so big?”
He wags his eyebrows, and a sexy smirk tilts his lips. “Last I checked, you liked how big I was. Screamed for it, if I remember correctly.”
“Yes, well, that was before I found out you were a fuckin’ psycho.”
Enzo’s amiable smile disappears in a flash. Something sinister takes over his face. “You’ve been living with one your entire life, Reese Ferreri. Don’t pretend you don’t have the blood of a bigger monster running in your veins. You crave my cock inside you.”
My hand shoots out, slapping his face. His words aren’t a lie, but hearing him say it so easily shatters something inside me. Enzo snarls, and his forearm presses on my throat, not enough to do serious damage but a warning he could cut off my airway with no effort. I should be scared, but my treacherous body is so turned on.
“If you want to hit me, you can do it in the bedroom unless you want me to fuck you here in the hallway and have everyone see your pretty pussy on display.”
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole.”
“Still doesn’t change that you want my cock buried deep in your cunt.” He pushes back, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hallway. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you home.”
“What about the guy you burnt to a crisp back there?”
“The guys are taking care of them.”
“Them?”
Enzo pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sign. He looks like a parent frustrated with his precocious child. “Can’t leave the others alive to talk, now can I?”
A normal person would be disgusted by him, but I learned a long time ago nothing about me is normal. The more I try to pretend, the more I know it’s a fabrication so society won’t shun me. With Enzo, I don’t have to pretend anymore. It’s a big rush to be with someone who sees you, probably better than you see yourself, and still wants you. No one in my life has given me that until Enzo.
H is apartment is massive, a penthouse in one of the most affluent buildings in the city. Crime pays well, and based on how Enzo lives, he’s at the top of the chain. White furniture, rich mahogany flooring, expensive rugs adorning the floor, pod lights, and a large kitchen that even Gordon Ramsay would salivate over. It doesn’t look like a place a single guy lives in. I take a deep breath at the thought of Enzo having a wife or girlfriend. I know nothing about him.
“You can go take a shower. There are clothes in the closet. Just take what you want.”
“How magnanimous of you.”
“If you don’t shut your smart mouth, I’m going to have to shut it for you, Principessa . It’s down the hall, third door on the right.”
Third door on the right? How big is this place?
Enzo moves away from me, focusing on the person he’s talking to on the phone. His voice is low and dangerous, and I just want to crawl onto his lap and fuck him so he’s distracted and can’t think of anything but me. But I think that might be a little shortsighted, so I do as I’m told.
The shower is huge. It could easily fit a party of ten. I have no idea why anyone needs this much space. The water rushes at me from all the areas of the shower, including the ceiling and the walls. I let the water wash away all the shitty things that happened tonight.
“If only I could join you.”
I jump at the sound of Enzo’s deep voice. He’s leaning against the doorway, just as he did earlier tonight. The only difference is that his expression is consumed with lust rather than vengeance this time.
I grab the towel and wrap it around myself. “Do you mind?”
The jerk has the nerve to smirk, making my damn knees weak. He pushes away from the doorway and moves toward me, his gait slow and sexy like he knows he’s God’s gift to womankind. His large fingers brush the top of the towel.
There’s something powerful about the way he looks at me, like a starved man who finally sees a meal. I sense his touch on my skin, just from the intensity in his eyes. It’s feral and animalistic like it’s only for me.
“I mind that you’ve covered up that sexy body,” he whispers.
I gasp as he rips the towel from my body.
Touch is a powerful thing. It unlocks the memories we protect behind a vault, some good, some painful, and some we didn’t even know we had. Enzo brushes his finger against my bottom lip, and I’m transported back to that night when I tasted freedom with his body on top of mine.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He turns to leave. “What do you want to eat?” He looks cute as he rubs the back of his neck, not like the ruthless killer I saw not too long ago, but adorable—sweet, even. “I guess it’s something I should learn about you.”
I’m touched he’s even asking. He doesn’t seem like a man who cares about the wants and needs of others, but then again, he might try to dull my senses before he makes me his sex slave. The sad part is I’d be whatever he wants, but there’s no way I’m letting him in on that. “Whatever you want is fine. I’m not a picky eater.”
He nods and walks out.
The attached bedroom is massive. It’s adorned with satin sheets, a down duvet, and piles of pillows on the bed, not a room that would belong to a guy like Enzo. I walk into the giant closet, and it’s full of clothing, dresses, pants, pretty blouses, and so many shoes. My stomach turns, and bile rises in the back of my throat. I met him at a sex club, a place where swingers go. He obviously has a wife or girlfriend, and this is their kink—bring home a plaything, have a little fun, discard her, even kill her. It isn’t like Enzo’s not capable of that.
I open the drawer and avoid the underwear. No way in hell am I wearing some other woman’s panties. Disgusting. I slip on jeans and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. The aroma is mouthwatering.
One look at Enzo, and I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. He’s so handsome he takes my breath away. He’s no longer in the three-piece suit. Instead, he’s wearing jeans, like me, and a button-down black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, displaying a scattering of black tattoos. He hums as he plates food like a fuckin’ artist. It’s hard to believe that the same hands that kill so callously are capable of anything else.
“Smells good.”
His head shoots up, a sexy, lopsided smirk appearing on his handsome face. “One of the three things I’m good at.”
“Kill, cook, and what’s the third?”
“Fuck, Principessa . I fuck well. But you already know that.”
Heat creeps into my face, and I’m positive I’ve turned beet red.
“You’re cute when you blush.” He winks before moving the plates to the kitchen table, gesturing for me to sit down.
“I’m surprised you cook.”
“Why?” He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “All men should know how. I plan for my women to be naked, willing, and able for fuckin’, and I need to ensure she’s well fed for the activities I like to partake in.” He winks and takes a bite of his pasta. I want to beat the shit out of the pasta for having his lips on them when they aren’t on mine. “Eat your food.”