Page 3 of Enzo

His question caught me so off guard I nearly stumbled in my four-inch heels. Would have, had he not reached forward and gripped my hips, steadying me. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the slickness coating my folds. I was hot, needy, and on the verge of combusting.

“Do youwantto spank me?” I tried to keep my tone neutral but failed spectacularly.

My masked man’s smile grew—as did the lust raging in his eyes. “That… amongst other things.”

The coils in my stomach were wound so tight I squirmed again, which earned me a predatory smile.

“N-no spanking today,” I managed to breathe out. It was my first time and hardly something I wanted to admit to a complete stranger. “I just want to…”

I didn’t know what to say, but he seemed to understand.

He leaned forward, inhaling the scent of my arousal, and whispered, “I’ll make it good for you.”

Take that, Enzo Marchetti, I thought smugly.

I’d be the one laughing when he slid that stupid ring on my finger, knowing I’d lost my virginity to the hottest stranger on the planet. Thanks to this man, I would experience—even if only for a brief moment—what it meant to be the most sated woman on this planet.

Tonight was for me, before I was married off to Enzo who would take my best years from me.

As if he’d read my thoughts, his beautiful and oh-so-kissable lips curved into a smile, and every part of me melted into a puddle.

A drip of darkness slithered through his gaze, the kind that was a bit too familiar for comfort. The same darkness I noticed in the men of our family. I hesitated, but before I could dwell on it, a ghost of a smile passed his lips and he said, “I’ll make you forget everything tonight.”

Mission accomplished, because his dimples alone blanked my mind.

“Sh-shouldn’t you take your clothes off too?” I panted.

He smiled. “Later.”

His strong hands grasped my bare thighs, a vintage Rolex on his left wrist and no other jewelry. His warmth instantly seeped into me, spreading all the way down to my toes.

It was funny. He was on his knees, yet somehow it felt as if he were towering over me. Not that I wasn’t used to the dynamic; my five feet three inches were rarely a match for the men I surrounded myself with.

He wrapped his hand around my nape and pulled me closer, fusing our lips together. It felt like being swallowed whole by him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the pleasure that shot through me. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I wrapped my hands around his neck, clutching the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. Needingmore,more, more.

I had no idea when his fingers had traveled back south, but before I could blink the fog from my vision, he dug them into my ass cheeks. I reacted on instinct, grinding shamelessly against him as lust ignited in my lower belly.

His body was like marble under my touch. I moaned, sinking my claws into him, needing everything he could possibly offer.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,mia anima,” he groaned, his lips moving against my mouth.My soul, he called me, while he made mine shudder. Or maybe it was his expert mouth.

“You too,” I rasped mindlessly, my moves frantic and my hands hungry. He pulled away, and I blinked in confusion. “Why did you stop?”

“Don’t rush this,” he murmured. “Savor it.”

I wanted to laugh, or maybe cry, because this was so typical of an Italian man. Before I could come back with anything clever, the man’s lips were back on mine, soft like velvet as he slowly devoured me. I followed his lead, and when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, another moan bubbled in my throat.

He swallowed it, humming his approval, and it felt like the best kind of reward.

We kissed like two hungry humans, starved for touch but also desperate to savor every single second.

He bit my lower lip hard before sucking the pain away, then stood and wrapped my legs around his waist. I cried, grinding my body shamelessly against his abs. He slipped his hand between us and guided two fingers into me as he laid me onto a couch, the material under my heated skin buttery soft. My head fell back against the headrest of the couch as I gazed at him down the length of my nose, watching his hand move expertly.

An involuntary moan escaped my lips when he curled his fingers. Each time he thrust them in, they seemed to uncover a new spot inside me, until he foundthespot, and whether it wasmy gasp or the way I clenched around him, he kept at it. In and out. In and out.

An obscenely erotic noise filled the room. A noise that came fromme,from howwetI was.

He broke our kiss, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and drove his tongue into me.