“Better,” I answer honestly. “How did things go?”
“Good.” He doesn’t elaborate, which I’m thankful for. I don’t want to know all the details of what Enzo chooses to do to my rapists.
He stops in front of me and brushes his knuckles down the side of my arm. His eyes lock on mine, and when I see how much he desires me, it takes all my courage to drop the towel.
His heated gaze lowers to my breasts, and he moves his hand to brush his fingers over my nipple.
“Tão Linda.”
Every time he calls me beautiful, it makes my self-worth grow a little.
His eyes return to mine, and he tilts his head, giving me a questioning look.
I swallow hard before I nod. “I’d like to try.”
“Stop me if things become too much for you,” he murmurs.
“Okay.”
I suck in a deep breath, then reach for his jacket. As I strip him out of his suit, he just keeps staring at me, but as I pull down his zipper, he says, “I’m assuming you’re not on any kind of birth control.”
I shake my head.
He turns around and walks to the bedroom. Wondering if I’ve messed things up, I pick up the towel and wrap it around myself before I follow him.
But then I see Enzo taking a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, and when he catches me watching, he says, “I’ll wear one because there’s no way I’m getting you pregnant now. I want you all to myself for a few years.”
A shy smile tugs at my mouth, and my cheeks grow warm.
I walk closer, and after Enzo sets the foil packet down on the bed, he reaches for me. Taking hold of my arm, he pulls me to him while tugging the towel away from my body.
When his head lowers and his mouth nips at mine, my abdomen clenches, but then his arm wraps around me, and he takes me in such an intense kiss, my stomach explodes with flutters, and my heart races wildly.
He completely overwhelms me, so much so, I’m hardly aware as he lifts me from my feet and lays me down on the bed.
I get totally lost in how amazing it feels as his lips knead mine and his tongue claims my mouth.
I have no idea how much time passes before Enzo frees my lips and begins to drop kisses over my jaw and neck. He moves down, lavishing my skin with more of his addictive kisses until he forces my legs open.
The moment his tongue swipes over my clit, my back arches, and then I grab hold of the pillow by my head as Enzo begins to suck and lick me as if his life depends on it.
“Oh,” I gasp. What he’s doing to me causes so many tingles to spread all over my body until they grow into a sensation in my core that has me whimpering, “Enzo.”
He pushes two fingers inside me and begins to massage my inner walls, which only adds to the pleasure I’m experiencing.
Just like when he kissed me the first time, all I can do is take what he’s giving me.
Suddenly, he sucks so hard, ecstasy seizes my abdomen, and I quickly cover my mouth to muffle the cry as it escapes me.
“Oh gosh,” I sob, and I’m unable to do anything as my body convulses while Enzo continues to thrust his fingers into me.
“Such a good girl,” he praises before he moves off the bed.
I feel like jello while watching as he begins to remove his pants, and when I see him naked for the first time, I lose my ability to breathe.
I’ve never seen anything more intimidating than Enzo’s muscled body and all the tattoos. He even has them on his legs. There are images of a child climbing in a dumpster, a boy lying naked in a fetal position, a cab, and as I look at them all, they all tell the story of a child battling his way through life to survive after being violated in the worst way.
My Enzo.
