Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“The last time you took me somewhere didn’t end well. Are you sure you want to take me?” Groaning, I stretch. My body is sore, in a deliciously well worked over way. My pussy aches, and as I stand, my legs feel like jelly. I grip the side of the bed, trying to get a grip on my footing. Come on, body, get it together. As I get my footing, I turn to see a very amused look on Enzo’s face. He is so cocky, he makes me want to punch him.
“Did I fuck the defiance out of you?” he asks, smirking. I roll my eyes as I walk back to the bathroom.
“No. Did I fuck the bad out of you?” I ask with a cheeky grin before closing the bathroom door. The mirror fragments have been picked up, and a whole new mirror sits before me. Was it all a dream? I touch the mirror as if my fingertips can bring this dream back.
The glass is cold under my fingers, and I pull my hand back, finally catching a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I look like a five-dollar whore. Fingertip markings can be found on my legs, hips, and arms. My hair desperately needs brushing, and my lips are red and chapped as if I have been kissed for hours.
At least my bruises from the night at the club are gone.
I run my fingers through my hair, hissing at my sensitive scalp. The memory of the hours before swarming me. The way he had taken me, the way he had possessed my mind and body… It was all about him and me at that moment. The mafia, the money owed, debts, nothing mattered. Everything fell away, leaving him and me behind. Enzo may be a lost cause to most, dark and dangerous to others, but I have never felt closer to anyone like I do him.
Stopping myself from thinking of how his cock tastes in my mouth, I head to the shower. My mind turning my blissful thoughts into shit almost immediately. He is taking me somewhere, and that scares me. He is different when people are around, darker. It’s like he is a different person, but I stay the same, and that’s a huge problem.
I know I need to stop myself from thinking that he can be saved, but I don’t think I can. I see that sliver of hope in his eyes. He still believes in himself somewhere deep inside the darkness that holds him. I don’t want to think about the alternative. Once I have served a purpose to him, he will push me away, maybe even kill me.
Turning the water on, I run my hand under it until I get it to the temperature I want. I slip into the shower, letting the hot water hit my skin. The bathroom smells just like him, and I find myself reaching for his body wash and smelling it. It’s not a complex smell, nothing that has a fancy name. It simply smells clean, manly, if you will.
I put some onto my hands and wash my body with it. He doesn’t have any feminine bathroom products, and I’m not sure if this should make me happy or not. He doesn’t seem like the type to have a girlfriend, but he does seem the type to use and abuse.
He hasn’t talked to me about his past at all. All I know about him is that he is the leader of the mob and he has money. That’s as much as I know.
I lather the shampoo into my hair, scrubbing it in frustration for the things going on around me. I know nothing about him or the darkness that cloaks him and everything he is. Mack being the only person I can possibly go to isn’t an option.
A sigh leaves my lips as I slip back under the hot stream of water. I still haven’t told Enzo about what Eli did or how he treated me. We might be closer now, but I still don’t think he would believe me over Eli. Plus, if Enzo can kill a whole room of people, I’m sure he couldn’t care less about a woman being raped.
Rinsing the soap, I wish I could rinse away the feelings I’m having inside with it. Even if there is a sliver of hope and light left in him, can I save him and walk away unscathed? Something tells me it won’t be that easy.
I shiver as I shut the water off and watch it go down the drain. I am stalling. I am not sure what will happen tonight; I don’t know if anything will occur between us.
“Five minutes,” he says, tapping against the wood door of the bathroom. I pull myself from my thoughts and force myself to dry off. I need to get out of my head. There is no point in trying to hide inside my own mind.