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Enzo told me to meet him on the balcony at seven. He left me another letter like the first time. Memories flashed through my mind of one of the first times he edged me. It was the most frustrating memory. Even then, I was weak over it. Memories replayed after that, all the push and pull between us since, but I never doubted how much Enzo cared about me, even as he was pissing me off by playing with me and my mind.
I watched the clock from my room. The minutes passed slowly. I looked at the box he left me and knew what would be in it. Something he wanted me to wear for him. It all felt so eerily similar. I got up and grabbed the box, opening it as I walked back to the bed.
It wasn’t a long fancy dress like he gave me last time. It was a shorter dress in a deep shade of purple, like his favorite dress shirt. I scrunched my nose. Wasn’t quite the date dress I expected, which made me wonder what Enzo had in mind.
I undressed in the bathroom and slipped it on. The hem landed at mid-thigh, fitted from the top to the bottom, as if he had it custom made. It hugged my curves, and the neckline plunged, showcasing the swells of my breasts. I groaned as I took it all in. I didn’t know what Enzo had planned, but I already knew I wouldn’t like it. Was it my punishment for coming? It couldn’t be. He already took my ass for that transgression.
My dark hair hung limper than I would have liked. I pinched it up in a clip, letting loose pieces fall and frame my face. A bit of dark makeup perfected my look. It was the best smoky eye I could pull off. The more I did myself up, the more I looked like a well-paid escort.
The clock struck seven. I put on my heels on my way out the door and headed toward the balcony, passing Enzo’s men on my way. My cheeks flushed with heat, and I tugged at my dress, trying to cover myself. It was futile.
I gripped the balcony door’s cold metal handle and sucked in a sharp breath before opening it. The moment I stepped out, before I could speak, Enzo wrapped his hand around my mouth, smearing my lipstick.
“Shh,” he whispered as I writhed against him. His silk dress shirt pressed against me.
Why the fuck do I have to be—
I heard it. The lovely, familiar voice of my father. Why the fuck could I hear him? He was talking to someone down on the courtyard patio, almost right beneath us. Why would he bring my dad here? What was he going to do to him?
“Be quiet, and nothing will happen to your father,” he whispered.
He eased his hand away, smearing my lipstick further. “If something happens to my father—”
His muscles twitched as he considered covering my mouth again.
“What?” I snapped.
“Your father is here to discuss business, that’s all.”
“Then why thefuckare we up here?”
“Lower your tone, Giovanna.” His stern voice crawled along my spine. “We’re up here for your punishment.”
I cocked my head at him. “What the hell does that even mean?”
Enzo guided me toward the railing overlooking the courtyard. I wanted to ask him what he was doing, but if I could hear the voices below me so clearly, they could certainly hear us. I kept my mouth shut as Enzo put my hands on the railing. I gripped the smooth metal. He got behind me and kicked my legs apart. Anger burned through me until my skin beaded with sweat.
He wouldn’t do what he was thinking. He couldn’t.
He kissed the back of my neck and leaned close to my ear. “You wanted to come so badly, didn’t you, Gia?” he whispered. “So come.”
I looked back at him.I can’t, I mouthed with a shake of my head.
“You will,” he breathed against my ear. “I won't stop until you do.” His hands trailed down my sides, slowing on every curve of my body. His fingers gripped the bottom of my dress and raised it until the snug fabric bunched at my hips. Cool air hit my ass. It wasn’t a cold night, but my body wasn’t expecting the sudden loss of coverage.
Enzo liked to play with my head. But this? It was fucking cruel. I couldn’t keep quiet, and he knew that. Part of me expected this to be a bluff, that he just wanted to scare me. He didn’t scare me, but I got the goddamn point.
He wasn’t bluffing as he dropped to his knees, pulled my panties aside, and put his warm tongue on my clit. I fought back a gasp, letting it escape my lipsalmostsilently. My father’s voice filtered over the rush of my heartbeat in my ears. Enzo licked in long strokes. I squeezed the railing and bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. It took everything in me to keep silent as his tongue raked over me, and I nearly lost it as he did something incredible with his fingers, strumming them against my clit between the strokes of his mouth.
My thighs trembled. I fought everything that was happening. I could hear my father talking, for fuck’s sake, and I was supposed to come to that sound?
Fuck you.
I clenched my jaw, trying to focus on that instead of what was happening between my legs.
Enzo climbed from his knees, leaned into me, and placed his wet mouth against my ear. “Stop fighting it,” he whispered. “If you don’t, I’ll fight back.”
He slipped down my body and onto his knees again. His tongue went back to work on me, and I clenched my eyes shut, trying to keep the moans hovering in my throat at bay. I leaned into my extended arm, moaning softly into my flesh. I needed to getsomethingout or I would end up screaming.
