He thrusts his hands into his pockets and walks back over.
“So he's back and he wants me as revenge?”
Enzo nods. “A piece of him is back. Whether he truly wants you or just wants to torture me remains to be seen. The Seer said the only way to stop him killing you was for me to absorb the Temple's power, and that is why I agreed to the rite.”
We stare at each other and then look down at our feet. Suddenly, the ground is fascinating and I can't bear to look up at him. I'm not sure what I'm going to find when I do, but my heart tells me it won't be good.
Maybe none of this is good.
Maybe that's what makes this so right.
Enzo is the definition of wicked, but he gives me pleasure I've never known and every time he touches me I burn for him. I've barely scratched his surface, but he's gotten under my skin, and now he's there I like it. I can't imagine being without him and I don't want to be anywhere but with him.
“What about you?”
“Me?” he asks.
I stare at the lace of his shoe. “What happens to you?”
I can hear the smirk as it spreads across Enzo's face. He's grinning. Like a fucking asshole. I'm worrying about him and he has the goddamn audacity to smirk about it.
“Baby, you care.”
Heat spreads across my cheeks, and my ears burn. “You're not answering me.”
“Because you're fucking stunning. Adriana, you're the most fucking beautiful thing I've ever seen in all of Heaven and Hell.”
My head snaps up and Enzo's grinning with a smile so damn bright it dazzles me.
“You don't believe I've been to Heaven,” he says, leaning forward. “I assure you I have. It's spectacularly dull. Far too pure and sickly sweet. It needs corrupting. Much like you, sweet girl.” He dips his head and steals a kiss, nipping my bottom lipto sharpen the pleasure. “You're even more enticing now. Still so innocent, but with an irresistible streak of naughtiness.”
I groan, and he grabs my ass, pulling me toward him.
“Don't you dare. I'm not done with you, baby.” Enzo kisses me again and he partially has me panting into his mouth. “I'm going to be just fine. I'm going to kill whatever remains of Mordecai and then you and are I going to spend the rest of our lives fucking each other until we're gloriously sore. And then we'll let ourselves recover and fuck each other sore again.”
His fingers trail over the collar, and he drags a nail over some exposed skin.
“Promise me something, Adi.”
I wait, unwilling to give him any assurance until I know what he wants.
“Eva's probably working for Mordecai. Don't trust her and don't go anywhere with her. Under no circumstances.”
I nod. “I promise.”
“I mean it, baby.”
He crashes his lips onto mine, and his kiss is intense. It's a monsoon in a humid summer, a hurricane tearing through my soul. I'm refreshed and destroyed, utterly changed and totally devastated.
“Even if she says I'm in danger or hurt or threatens to destroy the entire fucking world. She's a lying bitch and you're too trusting. If anything ever happens, don't do what you always do and end up in trouble.”
I roll my eyes and wonder how Enzo manages this. How every time he tries to soften or show the slightest trace of affection, he pushes me away. Or insults me on top of it.
My heart soars only for him to crush it, and the harshest truth in all of this is that I do care. I didn't want to and I don't like that I do, but it's undeniable. This is just a game to Enzo and my treacherous heart fell for him and the harder my head fought, the more determined it made my heart.
“Baby?”
I've even started liking the name that used to make my insides churn. Every fucking time he uses it, a wave of elation washes over me, replacing the nausea I used to feel.
