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Enzo grasped the back of my neck in the same way his father had. I shivered at his touch and shook my head. He pulled me into him and kissed me, his full lips spreading on mine. I put my hands up to his chest and tried to push him back, but his body was immovable as his kisses grew hungrier.
The touch of his father scared me—not that I would admit it—but Enzo’s forceful touch didn’t. It didn’t rattle me to my core, not that I would admit that, either.
“No.” I took a deep breath as I pulled away from him.
He pushed me down on the bed and put his arms on either side of my head, his muscles flexing. A low groan left his mouth as he pressed his hips against mine, his cock rubbing me through my shorts. His revolver in its holster swirled my thoughts. He looked down at me with disgustingly intoxicating eyes, the rich blue color half hidden behind his eyelids as he stared at me. My body reacted to him against my will, defying me as my top teeth bit into my lower lip.
“It’s definitely a no?” His voice was harsh yet seductive as the soft fabric of his dress pants brushed against my inner thighs. He grinded his hips, rubbing his hard dick against me. It sent unwelcome tingles from my pelvis into my stomach.
“No,” I said. “I mean yes, yes it’s a no.” I choked over my words. “No,” I said more firmly that time, trying to convince myself as much as I needed to convince him. He rubbed a hand down my cheek, and it hovered around my throat. I swallowed hard.
“Alright, suit yourself,” he said as he sat up and stood. His cock pressed against the inside of his pants, and I saw the length of him again.
Goddamn it.
He rubbed a hand through his beard. “You know, I could fuck ya a lot better than when we were younger.”
“We won’t be finding out,” I said.
He smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
ChapterNine
Gia
Who the fuck does he think he is?I stared at the words on a folded piece of paper I found on my bed after I got out of the shower.
Meet me on the balcony tonight at seven. Wear the dress.
I crumpled the paper into a tight ball and looked at the big gold hands working their way around the face of the clock.5:30 p.m.The dress glared at me from the box on the bed.Not a fucking chance.
I picked up the dress and spread it in front of me.I’ll just look.A frustrated groan left my lips as I did a circle with it against me, allowing the long skirt to flow around me.God, this is beautiful.
To put on this dress meant I agreed to his invitation, and that wasn’t what I wanted...right? The fabric answered my question as I slid it over my body. The silky material clung to me, exciting my skin. The slit on the side rode up my leg and stopped at my thigh. My reflection stared back at me in the bathroom mirror. Without any tools to style my hair, it fell in messy waves. I grabbed the lipstick from the little clutch on the counter, opened the cap, and brushed the deep red onto my pouty lips.
When I opened the bedroom door and peered into the hallway, I tripped over a pair of black heels.Now it’s my turn to play with him.I smiled as I brushed my hands along my hips.
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Enzo
The handson the gold watch on my wrist ticked past seven. I brushed my hand through my hair to calm my frayed nerves. The tapping sound of heels behind me made my heart skip a beat, but I didn’t dare turn around. I waited and rested my head against my hand as Gia appeared in front of me.
Oh god, she looks fucking incredible. Those lips, the swells of her breasts ready to burst from the fabric, and those goddamn hips...
“Hey,” I said, a smug look on my face. The red of her dress matched my dress shirt. “What made you come?”
“I wanted a reason to wear something other than pajamas, that’s all,” she said as she sat in the chair across from me. Her face was unreadable, and I maintained my poker face as my eyes scanned her body.
One of my men came onto the balcony, staring at Gia like a hungry dog.
“What do ya want to drink?” the man asked me.
“Bring me a bottle of bourbon, and for her? A red wine.”
“I can order for myself, thank you.” She looked up at the man beside us. “Just the bourbon is fine.”
The corners of my lips twitched upward as I nodded toward him. “Bourbon it is, I guess.”
