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ChapterTwelve
Bianca
Ididn’t think I'd ever been this nervous… ever. Then again, I’d never been in a serious relationship where meeting the parents had been in the picture.
The feel of Enzo’s hand in mine was a calm reassurance, but it didn’t completely take my nerves away.
“There’s nothing to be worried about,” he said in that sexy, smooth voice that always had my body heating up.
“Easy for you to say. You and my folks hit it off immediately.” He gave my hand a squeeze, and I glanced over at him as he sat in the driver seat and took us to his mother’s home.
Of course my parents had no clue about Enzo’s darker ties, no knowledge that hewasthe mafia. They knew him only as a successful businessman, and it would stay that way. It was safer that way.
It wasn’t that I was ashamed of Enzo or who or what he was, but I also wasn’t a fool in thinking that my parents knowing the darker side of him would have made any positive impact on their life.
He tightened his hold on my hand, and I glanced at him, knowing that just from his expression he’d probably seen where my thoughts were going. Enzo was definitely in tune with my feelings. It was like being with him was this missing puzzle piece that fell right into place.
Twenty minutes later, Enzo was pulling into a paved driveway and stopping in front of a massive wrought-iron gate. After he entered the code, the gate swung open, and he ascended the long, winding driveway and stopped in front of a three-story brick mansion.
I knew my mouth was probably hanging open, but I’d lived in the city my entire life and had never seen anything like this before. And although my parents did have a house, it was nothing like this.
“What if your mother doesn’t like me?” I finally said and leaned back on the leather seat to look at him. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were gentle as he regarded me.
“It doesn’t matter if my mother likes you or not. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.” His deep voice moved all over my body. “The only opinions that matter when it comes to you and me and our relationship are ours, Bianca.”
My heart galloped in my chest at his deeply rumbled words. I couldn’t help but feel a flush cover my face.
“I love how you’re so receptive to me, even reacting so strongly to the truth.” He reached a hand out to curl around my nape, pulling me in close so he could give me a long, lingering kiss. Right in front of his mother’s house.
I pulled away with an almost scandalized gasp leaving my lips, and he chuckled deeply, one that held genuine amusement.
“You act so shy now, Bianca?” His lips were still close to mine, his mouth gently brushing mine with every word he said. “Yet where was that shyness when I was licking your pussy the other night?” He tightened his fingers on my nape, and I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from me. “Or when I stretched you wide with my big cock and made you take every single inch?”
Oh God.I was getting so aroused, and this was the worst possible time.
“You have to stop, or I won't be able to form a coherent conversation when I finally meet your mother.” I felt him grin against my mouth before he gave me another soft kiss and pulled away.
I exhaled, my head clearing now that he wasn’t pressed right up against me. Slowly, his desire ebbed, and a seriousness took its place.
“My mother will love you, Bianca. You’re intelligent and witty, articulate and gorgeous. The only thing she might scoff at is that you’re not Italian.” I felt my eyes widen, because surely he had to be kidding. He smirked at me, and I lightly smacked his arm as a smile tugged at my lips. “But don’t take it personally. She was brought up to feel and think that way, and I certainly don’t care about what your heritage or ethnicity is.” He leaned forward again and growled, “You’re fucking perfect in my eyes.”
I shivered and sucked in a breath, but thankfully he didn’t kiss me again. I wouldn’t have been able to stop the need in me if he’d taken control once more. Where Enzo’s touches were concerned, I could hardly control myself.
I looked back at his mother’s home and reasoned that a traditional Italian family, especially one revolving around the mafia, was probably stringent on bloodlines. But a warmth bloomed in my chest as I thought about Enzo and how he wasn’t willing to give me up and didn’t care what anyone said concerning his relationship with me.
I exhaled slowly and glanced at him. With one last smoldering look, as if he were fighting with his control and whether to just fuck me right here in the car, he got out of the Mercedes and walked around to open the passenger side door for me.
For as hard and dominating as Enzo was, he was old-fashioned in the gentleman department. It was strange how such small acts like opening doors or pulling out chairs could make a woman feel special and treasured.
And Enzo excelled at making me feel like that immensely.
He placed his palm on the small of my back, and together we walked up the stone steps to the front door. It opened as if his mother had been waiting for us, probably looking out a window. I felt myself blush again at what she’d probably seen Enzo and me doing in the car just moments before.
Great first impression.
Enzo’s mother looked me up and down, but there was no scrutinization or judgment in her eyes. In fact, there was almost an appreciation, if I was going to be so bold as to assume.
“Mother, this is Bianca Alfonso.” Enzo still had his hand on the small of my back, a reassuring, calm presence that kept me grounded in the situation.
