Page 46 of Enzo DeLuca

“I’ve had Grade A dick if you must know.”

“When?”

Her gaze jerked to his. “Why?”

“I want to know.”

“Why do you want to know? Do you want me to give you the guy’s number also?”

“Yes.”So I can put a bullet in him, if he exists.

“You want the guy’s number, really?”

He nodded.

“Hmm, so, you swing both ways, huh?” she asked.

“If by both ways you mean your pussyandyour mouth, then yes, I can swing both ways.”

An expression of shock morphed across her face. Enzo found himself chuckling. His little witness had surprised him in more than one way this morning.

“Stop looking so shocked. I’m done questioning you, for now.”

He climbed off the bed. When he looked back at her, he found her gaze darting from the tent in his pants to the couch, only to briefly return to his dick. His mind should be on torturing her crazy ass, not wondering how her moans would sound when he fucked her properly.

“You can stare at it longer if you join me in the shower,” he told her.

Her gaze connected with his. “Stare at what longer?”

“My cock.”

She let out a frustrated sigh, then cocked her head to the side and asked, “What has gotten into you this morning? You should be peeling my skin off and threatening to gouge my eyes out. Not... this.”

“Perhaps, I’ll do both.”

“Please start with gouging my eyes out because I’m sick of looking at thatthing.”

“What thing?”

“You know.”

“My cock?”

“Don’t you have something to do? Or do dons not have to work and shit?”

Enzo burst out laughing.

“I didn’t say anything funny.”

“Get up,” he told her.

“Why?” That wary look returned to her eyes.

“I’ve decided that I need you to wash my back.”

“Hell no!”

“Or would you rather I start torturing you for information?”

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