Page 68 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
Chapter 5
REESE
Enzo sucks the air out of the hallway. I can’t breathe with his body pressed against mine. Being near him makes my brain disappear, and my lady bits take charge. He’s right; I want him. He’s this massive beast of a man dominating my body with such sheer force it scares the living shit out of me and excites me simultaneously. I’ve replayed that night repeatedly on a loop. It won’t shut off. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I’d stayed instead of sneaking off like a coward.
“I can smell how turned on you are. You’re soaked, aren’t you, princess?”
“No.”
Enzo’s laugh echoes down the dark hallway. “Liar.”
I push against him, trying to get him off me so I can think, but he’s an immovable force. “Why are you so big?”
He wags his eyebrows, and a sexy smirk tilts his lips. “Last I checked, you liked how big I was. Screamed for it, if I remember correctly.”
“Yes, well, that was before I found out you were a fuckin’ psycho.”
Enzo’s amiable smile disappears in a flash. Something sinister takes over his face. “You’ve been living with one your entire life, Reese Ferreri. Don’t pretend you don’t have the blood of a bigger monster running in your veins. You crave my cock inside you.”
My hand shoots out, slapping his face. His words aren’t a lie, but hearing him say it so easily shatters something inside me. Enzo snarls, and his forearm presses on my throat, not enough to do serious damage but a warning he could cut off my airway with no effort. I should be scared, but my treacherous body is so turned on.
“If you want to hit me, you can do it in the bedroom unless you want me to fuck you here in the hallway and have everyone see your pretty pussy on display.”
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole.”
“Still doesn’t change that you want my cock buried deep in your cunt.” He pushes back, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hallway. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you home.”
“What about the guy you burnt to a crisp back there?”
“The guys are taking care of them.”
“Them?”
Enzo pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sign. He looks like a parent frustrated with his precocious child. “Can’t leave the others alive to talk, now can I?”
A normal person would be disgusted by him, but I learned a long time ago nothing about me is normal. The more I try to pretend, the more I know it’s a fabrication so society won’t shun me. With Enzo, I don’t have to pretend anymore. It’s a big rush to be with someone who sees you, probably better than you see yourself, and still wants you. No one in my life has given me that until Enzo.
His apartment is massive, a penthouse in one of the most affluent buildings in the city. Crime pays well, and based on how Enzo lives, he’s at the top of the chain. White furniture, rich mahogany flooring, expensive rugs adorning the floor, pod lights, and a large kitchen that even Gordon Ramsay would salivate over. It doesn’t look like a place a single guy lives in. I take a deep breath at the thought of Enzo having a wife or girlfriend. I know nothing about him.
“You can go take a shower. There are clothes in the closet. Just take what you want.”
“How magnanimous of you.”
“If you don’t shut your smart mouth, I’m going to have to shut it for you, Principessa. It’s down the hall, third door on the right.”
Third door on the right? How big is this place?
Enzo moves away from me, focusing on the person he’s talking to on the phone. His voice is low and dangerous, and I just want to crawl onto his lap and fuck him so he’s distracted and can’t think of anything but me. But I think that might be a little shortsighted, so I do as I’m told.
The shower is huge. It could easily fit a party of ten. I have no idea why anyone needs this much space. The water rushes at me from all the areas of the shower, including the ceiling and the walls. I let the water wash away all the shitty things that happened tonight.
“If only I could join you.”
I jump at the sound of Enzo’s deep voice. He’s leaning against the doorway, just as he did earlier tonight. The only difference is that his expression is consumed with lust rather than vengeance this time.