Page 40 of The Devil's Secret

“Screw you, Enzo.” She pushes at my chest, that gaze firing angrily, but something else too, something I recognize well in a woman, something that looks a lot like hunger. And not for food. She likes this. It’s too bad I like it too. Very much.

A smirk lines my mouth as I glance at the spot she just hit, her eyes veering down to my lips. Before she can try any more of her shit, I’m on top of her, my body pinning hers, my knee slicing in between the warmth of her thighs, my one hand trapping her wrists over her head.

I circle my hips around her pussy, knowing she can feel how damn hard I am for her, a woman who lied to me, fucked with my feelings, the way I’m going to enjoy fucking with that body. By the end of it all, she’s gonna want me deep inside, and I won’t give her an inch.

Her lips part, and a soft groan slips past her defenses, my cock rocking against her in slow, sensual circles. “See…” My lips lower to her neck, stroking up gradually, my breath hot, riding over the curve of her jaw. “I knew you’d behave better once you’re tied up,” I whisper into her ear, her moan enough to send me straight to hell.

My tongue rolls up the base of her neck, my lips on her earlobe now, my cock aching to be inside her as I arch deeper, her whimpers mingling with the harshness of my breaths.

“Enzo,” she gasps, needing this as much as I do. It’d be so easy to stop the madness, rip off her goddamn clothes and show her that her fucking boyfriend is nothing more than a forgotten piece of trash.

But I can’t. Not until she’s honest with me about it all. The Bianchis. Her job. Everything.

I retreat, looking down at this goddamn perfection lying on my bed, in my house, and for the first time, I’m not gonna fuck a woman.

Who knew I was capable of that? I sure as hell didn’t.

“That ache you feel in your cunt, maybe call your boyfriend and have him take care of it. If that’s really who he was,” I spit out, my tone marred with ire.

I climb off the bed, her eyes melding with want, yet rage is there too in her tightened gaze. “I hate you,” she hisses.

“Well, baby girl, I can connect you with some women from my past. Maybe you can start a club.”

“You think this is funny?” She sits up, getting off the bed, stepping up to me on her tippy-toes until her face is a fragment away.

Fuck. She’s hot all pissed like this.

“Fight me, baby.” My palm snaps to the base of her nape, pulling her in as I grit my teeth. “I like it rough.”

“This is all a joke, huh?” She glowers.

“Do I look like I’m laughing?” I drop the cuffs onto the floor, walking her backward, my free hand rounding her hip until her body hits the wall with a harsh thud.

We lock eyes, my thumb rubbing over the pounding pulse in her throat, her gaze piercing, brows creasing. There’s so much unspoken on her face, and it pulls me in where I want to confess every goddamn feeling of mine that she owns.

“When I came that day,” I admit weakly. “When I saw you with him, I came to tell you I wanted you. I wanted to try. I was gonna fuck it all for a chance with you. Did you know that?”

She draws in a sharp inhale, her eyes flooding with tears. I tighten my grasp around her neck, leaning my forehead over hers.

“Enzo…” She sighs brokenly, and that one word punches straight into my chest.

“Don’t do that.” I swallow against the lump in my throat. “I don’t need your pity.” I slant my mouth to hers, but not close enough to taste it.

I pitch back, letting her go completely, unable to take another second of being this close to her without feeling like my goddamn soul is being ripped away. “I fell for you. I wanted you. And not just to help you. But you pissed it all away.” My hands flip in frustration. “Tell me why, Joelle. Why?”

She bites into her lower lip, tears fighting to fall. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” My chuckle is cruel. Empty. “You were the biggest fucking mistake of my life.”

She pants, tears rolling down her face, and I instantly regret what I said. It was the pain talking. Fuck, I’m an asshole.

“Add it to my collection.” She sighs, defeated. Shattered.

We’re both the same that way.

“What does that mean, Joelle?” Damn her tears, I want to take them away. I want that smile on her face; the real one she’d give me back at the club.

“Never mind.” Her shoulders slump as she eyes the floor for a mere moment.

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