Page 51 of The Devil's Secret

“Babe,” the pink one calls. “Oh my God, you never told me your mother had an affair with the mailman.”

The blonde woman keeps looking from Enzo to me, like she’s trying to imagine us fucking.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.

“Don't call me babe.” His reply is a sharp bite as he hands them each a glass, looking back at me over his shoulder, his teeth clamping.

The women chug their wines as though it’s a shot, while Enzo steps up to me, his body towering, his eyes holding me captive. “Drink.” He stretches out a commanding hand, and I tentatively retrieve the glass, my heart flipping around like it’s come undone from the grip of my body.

I take a seductive sip.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, Joelle.” He leans into my neck, a gruff whisper twining up my insides, warming every inch of me. “But you’re gonna answer for this.”

I stand, my body flat against his, my breasts licking over the buttons of his shirt. “For what exactly?” I sneer, my voice lowered. “I’d never want to get in between you and your extracurricular activities.” My eyes are hard on his, while his pin me with a thicker glare. “Now, excuse me.” I rush past him. “I’ll be upstairs while you entertain your friends.” Taking a final look at him over my shoulder, I find him oozing with fury. “Have agreattime.”

I don’t give him a moment to reply, heading for the stairs, and as I climb up, I hear one woman say, “We should go up too. We really missed you, Enzo.” As I enter my room, I hope I don’t hear him fucking them through the walls.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

ENZO

She’sthe one who turned me away, telling me how dangerous I fucking am, but now she’s jealous thatsheinvited women into my goddamn house? I have every right to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. But doesn’t she realize I don’t want to?

I may have never hesitated to bring women home before Joelle, but now, I have no desire to. No matter what I tell my brothers, what they assume I do, I haven’t been with a woman since Joelle and I met. I’ve come close, hell, I’m only human, but nothing ever happened. I couldn’t go through with it.

None of them were her. Because when Joelle and I were together, I felt something real for once, something that I never felt with any woman I wasted my time with. But Joelle found me, the real me, and I never want to share that part of myself with anyone else.

“Are you coming, handsome?” Marissa clasps her hand through mine, pulling me behind her.

We climb up the stairs and I have no intentions of fucking either one of them. I still have no idea why they came, nor do I care. It’s probably because I ignored Marissa’s text earlier. All I want is to kick them out, but not before I have my own fucking revenge.

Joelle wanted this, did she? She wanted them here, with me. Well, I’ll be happy to give it to her. I don’t have to do a damn thing for her to think I am.

I pull them into the bedroom next to the one Joelle sleeps in. It’s the only room I use for the women I bring home, never allowing any of them into my bedroom. That shit is sacred.

Marissa immediately falls on the bed, her palms fisting the comforter, her pink hair in disarray. Tatiana giggles, climbing on top of her, kissing her neck, both of them hungrily eyeing me. But neither I nor my dick gives a shit, because the one woman I want keeps fighting me.

“Aren’t you going to join us?” Tatiana purrs, running her long fingernails over Marissa’s now exposed tits. “Come on, Enzo,” she continues as Marissa’s hand disappears in between her thighs. “You can’t possibly tell us you’d rather fuck your sister over us.”

I snap my head back. “What did you just say?”

“That girl downstairs. She was your sister, right? Is that why you avoided us today? Were you too busy with her to entertain us?” Tatiana’s voice drowns with a moan as Marissa fucks her with her fingers.

Joelle told them I’m her brother? That we fuck?My jaw aches with how hard I grind my teeth.Wait until I get my damn hands on her.

“We won’t judge,” Marissa whimpers as Tatiana returns the favor, slipping her fingers past her panties. “We’ll even let her join us.”

“Excuse me, ladies.” I march toward the door. “I just remembered I have a business call to make. But you two enjoy yourselves. I’ll join you when I return.”

Bullshit. I have no intentions of that.

“Mmm, okay,” Marissa moans just as I shut the door behind me, heading a short distance to Joelle’s room. I don’t even knock as I practically tear the door off its hinges, finding her on the bed with a pillow over her head.

As soon as I come in, she jolts with alarm. “What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with your fan club?” She lets out a feisty snicker as she sits up. “I heard the cheers all the way here.”

“I’m exactly where I need to be.” The words come out harsh as I move closer to where she is, so beautiful and so goddamn stubborn. “What did you tell them downstairs while I was getting drinks?”

“Don’t you have cameras?” She folds her arms over her chest, the skin of her one shoulder exposed, making me want to yank it all off, to remind her how good we can be together, if only she lets go and lets me in. “Maybe you can press rewind and find out.” Her luscious lips tilt up with amusement.

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