Though with the way my nipples are pebbling beneath the wrap I’m wearing, I’m hoping it’s thick enough to hide them.
“Are you going to tell me your name, sweetness?” he questions. I shake my head no, and he lets out a sigh. “We’re doing this my way then.”
I’m beyond riddled with anxiety right now, hoping that he won’t figure out my secret because that will lead to so many questions. Questions I definitely don’t want to answer or even have the answers to. Fuck! Maybe I should have stayed the hell home. But from the way he’s acting, I think he already knows.
His hand moves up toward my head, but I can’t pull my gaze away from those striking blue eyes behind the mask to stop him. He rips the mask off my face, and there is no missing that I’m a woman. My wig and the wig cap quickly follow, causing my hair to slide down my back. I gasp, indignantly this time.
He drops everything onto the floor as he stands and watches me. Well, we’re both studying each other, though I can’t see his face yet. I have a feeling that this brute is smiling behind that stupid mask if the way his eyes are crinkling is any indication. His gaze scorches me as it roves over every inch of my skin.
His body presses into mine, and he gets hard, rubbing against me for a second, before quickly pulling away. A moan escapes me. Something passes between us, and it builds in intensity as the minutes pass.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the elusive Mafia princess, Aria Bellucci,” he finally says in a gravelly voice, breaking the silence that stretched between us.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Well, any hope of him not knowing who I am just went out the window.
“I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else,” I mutter. “I don’t know who that person is.”
“Oh, I’m not confused at all, babe. I know exactly who is standing in front of me.”
“You clearly don’t,” I say, grasping at straws.
“If you aren’t Aria Bellucci, then why do you look just like her and why are you wearing Luca’s mask?” he questions.
“Huh?”
“That mask. Luca Bellucci is the only person I’ve ever seen wear this particular mask. So how did you get it if you aren’t who I say you are?” he questions.
I’m so confused right now. Fucking hell! Is that why I was getting all those stares earlier and why people seemed so interested in talking to me? That would explain things. But it’s confusing all the same, because everyone knows Luca is still missing. I’m guessing they were confused, too, since I'm much smaller than Luca.
“Wh-who are you? What are you going to do with me?” I ask, instead of answering his questions. He also doesn’t answer me, instead moving his hand to his face, pulling his mask off, and dropping it to the floor with mine. I inhale deeply as I come face-to-face with him.
Fuck. Me. All. The. Way. To. Hell. And. Back!
It’s the Devil himself.
Enzo freaking Andretti.
I scan his face as I look up, landing on fierce blue eyes glowering down at me. I can see so much now with his mask off. Wow! It should be illegal to look that perfect.No. No. No. Don’t think about his stupidly perfect fucking face!
The first couple of buttons on his shirt are open, and I see tattoos peeking out on his chest, running all the way up to his neck. From the little I can see, he’s a damn fine work of art. The photos I’ve seen of him online do not do this man any justice at all.By the way, I can’t believe I missed all of that while he had me pinned against the wall!
The sight of his ink instantly turns me on. They’re gorgeous. Huh? I can’t believe that just the simple sight of tattoos wouldget me so hot and bothered. Or maybe it’s because they're on him.
He has a chiseled jawline with a hint of stubble, a straight Roman nose, pink full lips, and a low-cut black hairstyle. He’s lean and muscular with broad shoulders, if the way he’s filling out his suit is anything to go by. He is quite literally the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
The implications of his identity break me out of the spell I was under, and without thinking, I shove him away. The move is so unexpected that he actually takes a step back, and I take the opportunity to make a mad dash for the door to get away from him.
He recovers fast, and I only make it about three steps before he grabs my arm and pulls me back into him once again. He spins me so that our fronts are pressed together, and he wraps his hand around my waist from the back as he holds onto me tightly.
“If you don’t let go of me, I’ll scream,” I warn.
“Go ahead, baby. No one will hear you. I love it when people scream for me, but I have a feeling I’ll love yours more,” he whispers sultrily in my ear, before unexpectedly slamming his lips down on mine. I try to keep my lips closed and not open up for him, but he bites them, causing a gasp to leave me, and my mouth opens for him.
He slips his tongue into my mouth as he kisses me with a passion I have only read about in books. It’s my first kiss, and mind-blowing doesn’t even begin to cover it. All I can think about is how much more of this—of him, I want.
I know this might turn out to be a disaster for a million reasons, and I shouldn’t want to be with him, but his kisses are making me stupid. Instead of some random, faceless man at the club I want to lose my virginity to, I want it to be Enzo instead.I want to follow this man and see where the night will take us, if that is even what he wants.
