Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Over and over, he stroked me, teasing my clit on the upstroke and gently pressing his knuckle in my pussy hole—as much as the fabric allowed—on the downstroke.
I was so close, on the verge of orgasming, that I gripped his shoulders and dug my fingernails into him, holding on, bringing him closer.
“That’s it,” he purred in approval. “You’re so close to going over the edge, aren't you, Bianca?” I could only whimper my answer. “Knowing I’m the cause of it could make me come, bella.”
“Well damn, first time for everything, eh?”
I felt Enzo tense instantly, and I was immediately pulled out of the pleasure by the deep voice full of amusement that came from directly behind Enzo.
Maybe I should be thankful that the stranger had stopped this from getting even more intense, but a part of me wanted to curse the man for stopping how Enzo was making me feel.
“Fuck. Leave it to my brother to have the balls to interrupt me,” he said, seemingly to himself.
I tensed even more at the mention that this stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, but Enzo’s brother. Then my face was on fire that this certainly wasn’t how I saw meeting his family for the first time. Not that I had given it that much thought, but getting felt up in a nightclub and on the verge of orgasming certainly wasn’t at the top of my first impressions list.
Enzo gave my throat one lingering kiss and let his fingers slide slowly out from under my skirt. He pulled back and rested fully against the loveseat, his arm right back to being thrown over the cushion, his fingers lazily running along my bare shoulder.
I couldn’t look up, not when his brother had no doubt seen all of the obscene stuff we’d been doing.
“What, not going to introduce me, Enzo?” his brother said with even more amusement in his voice, which made my face feel even hotter.
I grabbed on to my strength and pushed my embarrassment down to lift my head and look into the man’s face. He was young. That was the first thing I noticed. Maybe too young to even be in this nightclub legally. But he did hold an air of authority and danger around him. I knew without knowing him or asking that he was just like Enzo… a dangerous man in the mafia world.
“Paolo, this is Bianca Alfonso. Bianca, my younger brother Paolo.” Enzo kept stroking my shoulder, his tone disinterested, as if Paolo couldn’t pull him out of what we’d been doing. In fact, I felt his eyes on me, as if he couldn’t—maybe didn’t want to—take his focus off me.
Enzo slid his fingers along my throat and traced my jawline, sending chills along my body all over again.
I kept staring at Paolo, trying to keep my composure but failing miserably with Enzo’s fingers on me.
“Pleasure meeting you, Bianca.” Paolo stepped closer, his smile widening as he reached out to take my hand, but the deep growl that came from Enzo had Paolo and me freezing.
I glanced at Enzo, shocked at the intense—frighteningly hard—expression that was on his face and aimed right at Paolo. I looked at his brother then, watching his smile falter as he took in his sibling’s expression. His brows then pulled low, and he took a step back, nodding once in some kind of silent understanding.
Enzo is staking his claim. He’s letting anyone and everyone, even his brother, know you’re his.
Oh God… that was scary and so arousing.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bianca.” Gone was the flirty, arrogant amusement in Paolo’s tone, and in its place was clear respect. With another incline of his head in Enzo’s direction, he turned and walked back over to two younger men who stood by the VIP bar, ones I hadn’t even noticed until now. My face heated again as I wondered how long they’d been standing there and what they’d all seen.
Paolo and the men walked away and disappeared behind a red velvet curtain in the VIP section. I exhaled and looked at Enzo, who, not surprisingly, had his gaze locked on me. “What was that about?” I whispered, knowing I didn't have to elaborate on what I meant, especially when Enzo smirked.
He didn’t respond, just reached out for his whiskey and took a sip as he stared at me over the rim. Oh, so he wanted to play it that way?
“What were you doing, staking your claim on me or something?” I tried to sound indignant, but there was zero heat in my voice. I'd be lying if I tried to play it off that I didn’t like the possessive side of Enzo, or the fact that he wanted to make it known.
He didn’t speak as he took another sip, then set his glass back down, focusing on me once more. “I don’t need to stake my claim,” he murmured. “You’re already mine.”