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He pulled the covers off him and climbed out of bed. When he reached her, he squatted down in front of her. Light snoring rose from her. Her mouth was slightly ajar, and her chest was rising and falling evenly. She was really asleep.La mia bella addormentata. My sleeping beauty.Smiling, Enzo shook his head.

“You’re supposed to be fearing for your life and wondering what I’m going to do to you,” he whispered. “Instead, you’re out cold without a care in the world.” He pushed a strand of her hair back. “I don’t scare you at all, do I?”

Why the hell was he smiling? Or better yet, why did knowing his little witness didn’t fear him make him smile? He didn’t know how long he remained that way, staring down at her while she slept. It wasn’t until she stretched that he was pulled from whatever daze he was in. Enzo stood up.

He needed to get some sleep, also. He stepped over her and headed to the bed, only to stop at the foot of it. Having her sleep on the floor didn’t sit well with him. The least he could do was allow her to sleep on the couch. With a sigh, he pulled the key from his pocket, then turned around.

He was careful not to awaken her as he uncuffed her. He left the cuffs on the floor as he lifted her into his arms and stood up with her. Enzo stared down at the couch. Before he could talk himself out of it, he headed to the bed and placed her opposite of where he’d been lying. She mumbled something in her sleep as she snuggled into the pillow.

She was the first woman to ever sleep in his bed. Come to think of it, only women in his family or staff had ever been to his home. Seeing her asleep in his bed felt right, like this was where she was supposed to be.Shit. He was thinking irrationally again. Enzo pulled the covers up over her before walking around the bed.

After putting the keys to the handcuffs in his nightstand drawer, he pressed the code into the stand’s side panel, locking it so she wouldn’t be able to open it if she awoke before him. The alarm was already on. If she tried to escape, he’d be alerted. So, she wouldn’t get very far.

After lying down beside her, he pulled the covers over him and resumed watching her sleep. His beautiful little witness. What the hell was he going to do with her? He’d boasted to Stefan that he’d have the information they needed by morning, even if he had to torture her little ass to get it.

Instead, she was free of her handcuffs, she hadn’t given him any information, nor had she apologized or acknowledged her guilt in nearly burning down his kitchen. She’d done everything wrong, yet, she was sleeping comfortably in his bed like she hadn’t offended a don in at least twenty ways.

Either he was slipping when it came to sending dread through his enemy’s heart, or he was falling. Enzo turned onto his other side, facing away from her. Fuck that! He’d had a long day of talking to motherfuckers.

That always drained him. That’s why he wasn’t able to handle Eve the way he should have. Yeah, that had to be it. Because he wasn’t slipping, and he damn sure wasn’t falling. There was no way he was falling for his piccola testimone.

His little witness.

Chapter Ten

Enzo

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Wet dream after wetdream tortured him all night long.

In one of his dreams, Eve lay naked before him, splayed out on his bed with all of her curves revealed to him. He was lying on the bed between her parted legs, feasting on her sweetness as she ground her pussy against his mouth. In another dream, they were outside on a balcony.

Her hands gripped the balcony as he gripped her hips and fucked her from behind, drilling her body as if his life depended on it. In that dream, she stared back at him and begged him to fuck her harder. He gave it to her just how she wanted it, pounding her body into submission, making her beg for more.

In his last dream, she teased his cock with her tongue, licking it and sucking it until he couldn’t take it any longer. His control snapped, and he fucked her mouth until his cum dripped from the corners of her lips. The dream orgasm hit him so hard that he cried out in both the dream and in the real world. The sound woke him.

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