I want to. I so badly want to confess everything to him. But I can’t.
Enzo’s still the enemy.
He releases me with one hand and wraps my wet hair around his fist, using it to pull my head back. “I’ll get it out of you however I have to.”
I should take it as a warning. I should really try to protect myself from what’s about to happen next. I can see it in Enzo’s eyes, feel it in the thick ridge of his cock underneath me.
But I don’t want to stop it.
“Go ahead,” I tell him defiantly. “Make me.”
“Fine. If this is how you want it.” While holding my hair tightly with one hand, he uses the other to drag my top down, taking my bra with it.
My breasts pop free, and he lowers his head, drawing a nipple in his mouth. My body’s reaction is instant. A rush of wetness floods my core.
“This isn’t how I want it,” I protest, afraid I’ll say too much. That I’ll reveal everything.
He flicks his tongue over the aching tip and gives my hair a warning tug. “I can’t help you if you won’t let me.”
“I don’t need your help.” I bite back a moan as he sucks on my other nipple.
He catches it in his teeth and tugs hard. I grind myself on his cock, trapped between us and separated from me by just a few layers of clothing. Suddenly, I’m craving the oblivion only he can give me. I need Enzo inside me, pounding into me, giving me no choice.
“It feels like you need my help,cara.” His voice is smug and knowing as he lets go of my shirt to slide his hand inside the waistband of my panties and shorts.
The breath leaves me as his fingers graze my clit.
“It feels like you need a lot of help.”
Oh God. It’s so wrong. I shouldn’t be this desperate for him. I should be able to resist him. But he swirls his touch over me with purposeful strokes that take me instantly higher.
I tell myself that I’m doing whatever I have to so that I can keep my husband’s trust and my brother’s. At least until I make a plan of my own to get Svetlana back from Misha. To protect her from him. To protect Enzo from him too.
Svetlana is safe for now. Misha won’t hurt her as long as I pretend to go along with his plot. And I can’t tell Enzo the truth. I need to bide my time with Enzo and my brother.
Enzo works my clit harder, and all thoughts of Misha fly away. I have no space left in my brain to think about anything else. There’s only my husband and what he’s doing to me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, finding the entrance to my pussy and sinking two fingers deep.
His thumb lands on my clit, and he sinks in and out of me while he sucks hard on my nipple. “So ready for me,cara. I can give you what you need.”
I know he can. At least, he can in a physical sense.
“Get up on your knees.”
I do what he asks, and it gives him more room to move. He fucks me relentlessly with those two fingers, in and out, in and out, as his thumb whorls over the needy bundle of nerves. I’m so close. The combination of his mouth and hand completely erodes my restraint. All I want is him deeper, filling me.
Then, before I can orgasm, he withdraws from me, pulling his hand from my waistband and leaving my nipple swollen and wet. I’m gasping for breath, clinging to his shoulders, my head spinning at the sudden one-eighty.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he asks, his pupils dilated as he drinks me in.
“Yes,” I gasp out, wondering what his game is now.
This man never fails to surprise me.
“There’s a burner in your purse.” He tweaks my nipple, and my pussy clenches on emptiness, wishing he were still inside me.
And then his words dimly register in some far recess of my brain that’s still functioning. The phone Misha gave me. Enzo knows about it.
