Page 67 of Enzo DeLuca

Should he lie? Should he promise he'd be good for her when he knew he'd bring danger into her life?

"I'm..." He was at a loss for words. "No, Eve. I'm not goodforyou," he admitted, not wanting to lie to her. "Many people want to kill me and bring down my family. If you're mine, they'll want to hurt you too. So, no. I'm not good for you. But I'm not letting you go. You're mine. I'll protect you with my life. I'll treasure you. I'll..."

She placed her finger against his lips, silencing him.

"You admitting your flaws and telling me of the dangers associated with you proves you're good for me,” she told him. “We all come with warning labels. Yours don't scare me. I can handle the dangers that come with you. What I can't handle is being betrayed or hurt by love. Will your love be good for me, Enzo?"

"Yes," he vowed. "My love will never fail you. My love will be good for you, Eve. I won't lie," he told her. "I've never cared about anyone who wasn't a part of my family or the organization. But from the first moment I met you, I felt you were a part of my family. My grandfather referred to you as an angel."

Eve smiled. "He did?" A tear dripped down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away.

"He did," Enzo told her. "This may sound corny, but I think he sent you to me. My grandfather was already dying of cancer before that coward shot him."

Her eyes widened briefly.

"I didn't find out until after the funeral. Though he was betrayed by someone in the family and killed, he didn't leave this world without making sure I was okay. He left me you, Eve. You were his angel. Now, you're my angel. I won't let the hell that follows me and my family singe your wings."

Her smile widened. "Trust me. These wings burned to ash a long time ago. I'm glad your grandfather saw some good in me. But, I'm no angel, Enzo. Far from it.”

Was this her way of reminding him that she, too, had a dark past? Fuck her past. He was only concerned with her future and ensuring that he had a part in it.

"If you're not an angel, then you're a phoenix who has risen from her ashes and is more beautiful than anything and anyone I've ever seen,” Enzo told her, wanting her to see herself the way he saw her.

More tears dripped down her cheeks. She brushed them away.

"A phoenix, huh? I'll be that. And if you want, I'll be your dark angel. You can be my dark prince."

“King,” he corrected her. “I’ll be your dark king.”

“My bad, your highness.” Eve chuckled.

Smiling, Enzo reached for her.

"Hands on the armrest," she reminded him.

Damn, she was still in boss mode, even after their loving conversation.

"I’m not joking. Hands on the armrest. Now!" she told him, serious as hell.

Enzo lowered his hands to the armrest. She wiped her cheeks again before taking a deep breath.

"No more sappy shit," she told him.

"Does that mean we’re going to fuck now?" he asked, taking a page out of her book.

"No fucking. Tonight, we're making love."

“Wouldn’t you rather have rough, headboard-destroying sex?” he asked, needing to fuck her long and hard.

Ignoring his question, Eve leaned forward and kissed him. To his surprise, her kiss was tender. It was the softest, sweetest kiss he'd ever experienced. As the kiss deepened, she sank onto his cock, taking him deeper. They gasped into each other's mouths as he filled her. His body jerked. His instincts told him to grip her hips and thrust into her until they were both shaking uncontrollably.

He held back his desires. She wanted to make love, so they would do just that, even if it killed him. She pulled away from the kiss to place her hands on the recliner, one on either side of his head. Enzo stared up at her as she raised up and then lowered herself onto him again. With his hands on the armrest, he stared up at her as she moved her body slowly. She rose, then lowered herself onto him again, only to repeat the action.

Over and over, she rocked onto him, moving to a beat he’d never fucked to. Enzo was accustomed to hard and fast. If this was lovemaking, then Enzo had never made love before. He’d never gone this slow. It was frustrating as hell to sit there and not push into her. Yet, it felt good as hell to sit there and have her slide on and off of him to a rhythm he’d never experienced.

His grip tightened on the armrest as he watched her. Her eyes drifted shut as she moved against him. She bit her lower lip just as the softest moan escaped her. It was the sexiest shit he’d ever heard. His woman was a sight to behold. Her hands slid from the back of the recliner. She clasped them together behind his neck as she continued to ride him.

Enzo found himself swallowing back a groan as her hips rocked, luring him to the edge of insanity with her siren’s song. She was so fucking wet. His cock throbbed within her slick walls. Her body gripped him tightly. Each time she moved, tendrils of pleasure scattered across his body like a never-ending ripple effect that had the heels of his feet digging into the carpet.

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