Page 46 of Enzo

I said nothing else, because what was the point? She didn’t trust me, but she’d learn to. Eventually.

She started to fidget again, twisting that wedding band round and round.

Her heart beat so frantically I could feel her pulse. She eyed the suite and said, “I’m assuming you’ll expect me to sleep here with you.”

“Yes.”

She pulled her hand away and ran a finger along the bedframe, spinning around to take in the rest of the furniture. “I guess my only purpose in this arrangement is to warm your bed.”

“Not the only purpose.”

She wandered over to the bathroom, her eyes taking in the massive shower and tub and the floor made of the finest Italian marble.

She came to the entrance of the closet that had a side for her and a side for me, both stacked with brand-new clothes. “And if I don’t want to sleep with you?”

“I won’t force you to have sex with me, but we’ll share a bed.”

“So no sex?” she asked, never peeling her eyes from the clothes, shoes, and jewelry that I’d accumulated over the past three years. Ever since I first laid eyes on her. “And whose shit is this? Your mistress’s?”

“I bought it all for you.” I moved to stand behind her. “Let’s get one thing clear…” I breathed out, my breath fanning against her neck. “I want you,moglie. I want you moaning my name, your pussy strangling my cock. Your mouth on me, your body writhing under me. I want it fuckingallwith you, Penelope.”

Her cheeks flushed, and even the tips of her ears turned red. Goose bumps scattered across her nape. I’d never seen anything so beautiful—she was a work of art.

“Not to sound rude,” she said, looking about ready to rip the band off her finger, “but I’m not like your… other women.”

I almost laughed at how subtle she tried to be. “I already told you, I intend on being faithful. There hasn’t been another woman for the past three years.”Because I was too busy stalking you, I added silently, deciding it prudent not to state aloud.

“You haven’t had sex inthree years?” she balked, spinning around to face me.

I crafted my answer carefully. “I haven’t been with another woman in three years, no.”

She puffed out a disbelieving breath. “Well, damn. Kudos to you, I guess, because I’m struggling with my abstinence and I’ve only done it once.”

Her hand slammed against her mouth, realizing what she’d said, but I couldn’t even pretend to be mad at her. She didn’t know it was me who tasted her that night at the club, made her moan and pant, took her virginity.

I took a step closer, running a finger along her neck, reveling in the softness of her skin. She trembled, and my dick twitched and hardened.

“Maybe we can help each other out with this abstinence, ah?”

It took her a moment, but she nodded.

“Get comfortable.” My voice was low, rough, almost shredded. “Check out your new things. Whatever else you need, just say the word.”

I headed for the door when her voice stopped me.

“Where are you going?”

“To get your luggage.”

17

PENELOPE

Ineed you to fuck me.

He insisted I just say the word,whateverI needed, and somehow that was what my deranged brain had come up with. Yet I couldn’t speak them, and that frustrated me.

I was a woman with needs, and I was married. My masked stranger would forever remain that: a stranger. So why not make this man useful? He was objectively attractive, and his interest in me was clear, if that bulge I saw in his pants a moment ago was any indication.