Page 17 of Enzo DeLuca

“I don’t. Tell me.”

She went silent again.

“Some would call me caring for making sure you don’t starve.”

A sarcastic bark of laughter escaped her. “Are you referring to your minions?” she asked. “Fuck them. Fuck you. And fuck that bacon.”

He removed his arm from around her waist, gripped her throat, and pulled her head back against his shoulder. Again, she tried to get up, raising her ass from his lap as if she had any way of escaping him.

“Sit down, or you’ll regret it,” he growled in her ear.

She slowly sat back down in his lap. Palm still pressed against her throat, he felt her swallow. He placed the bacon over her mouth.

“Open your mouth.” She didn’t obey him. “Now, Eve.” Her lips parted slightly. But not enough for him to slide the bacon inside. “Wider.” She parted them a little wider. “Eve!”

She made an irritated noise and then opened her mouth as wide as she could.

“That’s too much,” he told her. “But it’s good to know you can open it that wide.”

Another irritated groan escaped her. She leaned up and bit into the bacon, snatching it away from him.

“There, I ate it!” she said, then coughed, choking on the bacon.

He released her throat and patted her back as she removed the food from her mouth.

“Take your time. Don’t choke on it. It wasn’t even big enough for you to choke on it.”

She glared over her shoulder at him. It was hard not to smile at the indignant expression she wore. He managed to keep his face void of emotion. A knock sounded on the main door.

“Come in,” Enzo yelled as Eve grabbed a napkin from the table.

Stefan entered the room. “It’s time to leave.”

Enzo nodded. “I’ll meet you in the foyer in five minutes. Send in Eve’s guard.”

After Stefan left the room, Enzo leaned closer to Eve and whispered in her ear.

“If you eat your food like a good girl...”

“Woman,” she corrected him.

“If you eat your food like a good woman, I’ll have the handcuffs removed. Deal?”

“The don is making a deal with a peasant?” she gasped. “Is the world coming to an end?”

He was glad she couldn’t see the smile on his face.

“Making deals is part of what I do for a living,” he told her.

“I thought your job consisted mostly of killing and kidnapping.”

“That too. Do we have a deal, Eve?”

“Do I have a choice, Enzo?”

“Yes.”

“Not really.”

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