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It’ll take more than that.
His black pants slipped past his thighs and he stepped out of them, folding them before placing them on a table. I bit my cheeks to remind my jaw to stay where the fuck it was as my gaze hovered at his boxer briefs. The outline of his cock was perfectly drawn, nearly popping from the bottom of his underwear.
Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
“Your turn,” he said as he rubbed his beard.
I looked down at my shorts and t-shirt and decided they were worth sacrificing. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would get me down to my bra and panties. I slipped into the hot tub, and steam rose and embraced my face as it swirled around me. My clothes clung to my body, and the warmth and security of it enveloped me. It made me miss home.
Enzo followed me into the hot tub, and a quiet groan escaped my throat as he slid in.Great.The water rose slightly as he submerged himself and draped his arm over the side of the tub. I eyed the head and coiling body of a viper wrapped around the inside of his arm, burying its fangs in his flesh. He brushed a hand through his hair, which left it wet and slicked back. Drops of water dribbled down his forehead, across his nose, and onto his lip. He blew them away and dropped his head back.
Focus.
“So, Giovanna...are you going to tell me why you’re really here?”
“I told you why I’m here,” I said flatly, brushing my hair back with a wet hand.Mostly.
“I want to hear it from those beautiful lips of yours.” He lifted his head and flashed me a flirty grin that twisted my stomach as much as it shocked me awake between my legs. I had to remind my body to stop reacting to such a piece of shit.
I shook my head, unwilling to play his games. When I saw him staring at the way my clothes clung to my breasts, I shielded them behind crossed arms. “I’m not telling you shit, Enzo.” I stood, sending water rushing over the side of the tub as I climbed out. I sat in a chair by the pool and rested my cheek on my fist. Water dripped from my clothes and gathered in puddles around me.
“I feel like you’ve forgotten what happened when we were younger.” Enzo smirked, and his body flexed as he lifted himself over the edge of the hot tub, his skin red from the heat of the water.
“Oh, please.” I waved him away with my hand, dismissing his version of the “memory.”
He stood and left a trail of water in his path as he walked toward me. His hands rubbed down my arms and landed on the metal chair, gripping with a harshness that didn’t surprise me, even if I hadn’t expected it. He leaned close to my ear, and his warm breath rushed over my neck.
“I fucked the daughter of Sylvester Silvani.”
His words sent shivers up my spine. Mostly from annoyance, but a sliver of it was from the gravelly tone of his voice. My fingers wrapped around the arm of the chair and squeezed. I had lain with the enemy once, many years ago, when I had just turned eighteen. Before the day at the docks. I said that most of the men I slept with ended up dead. Well, he was one who didn’t, unfortunately. Here he was, alive and fucking well in front of me. He was as good as dead to me, though.
“Do you remember it yet?” he asked, his tone more insistent this time.
“Hardly,” I said. “Guess it wasn’t that memorable.”
Of course I remembered. We were at a house party for the father of a mutual ally. Out of respect for him and his death at the hands of the FBI—the worst kind of death—everyone was inclined to leave their rivalries at the door. Apparently, I also left my panties at the door. I was young, horny, and stupid. Enzo had just happened to walk by the balcony overlooking the city, and he gave me the same sensual “fuck me” look he tried to use in the mansion. It had worked back then, but now? He might as well save his energy. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would get me bent over the railing with my dress hiked up my waist again. He shook up my family when he killed my brother.
I’d rather die.
“Interesting,” he said as he knelt in front of me.
His hand raced up my thigh. The moment I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, he moved my shorts aside. I tried to push him away with my knee, but not before he managed to rub two fingers between my legs. He bit his lip as he glanced up at me, and for a single moment, I imagined his face between my thighs.
“For someone who doesn’t remember anything, you sure are wet.”
He withdrew his hand, and a trail of my unintentional wetness clung to his finger as he pulled away from me. My body had no idea who she was fucking with. My face flushed and I slammed my thighs together. Enzo sneered as he wiped his hand off on my leg.
“My bodymaylike you, but my mind fucking hates you,” I snarled.
“It ain’t your mind I wanna sink into, Gia,” he growled.
ChapterEight
Enzo
Gia’s stunning body rode me. Her thighs surrounded mine and squeezed. My hands raced along her sides as her head dropped back in pleasure, and for this moment, we never had a rivalry between us. There was nothing between us.
Her breasts were just as I remembered. Full and heavy, tanned skin visible in the valley between them. She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine as she moved against me. I was going to come, and I bucked my hips as I gripped hers. My muscles tightened and I was about to—
