Page 49 of Enzo DeLuca

Yet, even as she thought that, her gaze kept dropping to the real Mr. Deluca, that dick.Focus, Eve. You’ve got to think of a way out of this. In the current state he was in, if she tried to flee, it would take him a while to catch her.Oh, shit!There were guards outside the house.

Plus, she was sure he had a state-of-the-art security system. He wouldn’t have left her cuffs off overnight if he didn’t. But he was a ballsy one. He hadn’t feared her slitting his throat in his sleep. Then again, where would that have gotten her other than a grave?

“Get into the shower, il mio Tesoro.”

His whispered words pulled her attention back to him. “I don’t know what that means,” she told him while trying not to stare at his junk.

Had it just jerked? She was pretty sure that thang had just jerked. Her pussy quivered.Stop it,she told her body.We do not have what it takes to take on a monster like that. Plus, he’s our enemy. Fuck him. Not literally. Ugh. His cock jerked again. Like her pussy, his dick seemed to have a mind of its own.

Eve swallowed and raised her gaze to his, only to find him smiling at her. Why did he have to be so damn handsome? Then again, even the devil was said to be the most beautiful angel in heaven. Enzo DeLuca was definitely a devil. And he didn’t even wear sheep’s clothing. He let his horns show.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when he opened the shower door. He didn’t say anything. He just stared at her. Oh, right. He didn’t like repeating himself. Well, neither did she. And she’d told him she wasn’t going to take her clothes off. She stuck her hand out, handing him his towel.

When he reached for it, she planned to jerk her hand away as soon as he grabbed it. But the devil had other plans. He grabbed her hand instead of the towel and yanked her into the shower. A scream erupted from her throat as water rained down on her.

“My hair,” she yelled, moving toward the back of the large shower and away from the spray of water. But it was already too late.

Her hair was wet. She was already suffering from having no hair care products. Now she had wet hair. This motherfucker. She whirled around and threw the towel at his chest. He caught it before it could hit the shower floor. He stood there laughing like she’d told him a joke or some shit. She wanted to slap that smile off his face.

“Look at my hair!” she yelled, not carrying about her wet clothes. “What the fuck am I supposed to do to my hair?”

Chuckling, he told her, “I have a hairdryer.”

“I don’t put heat on my hair, for your information.”

“What do you need then?”

“I need hair care products.”

“I have...”

“For black women. Do you have that?”Bastard.

He shook his head. His smile was fucking infuriating.

“This is some bullshit,” she yelled, touching her hair. It was going to be a frizzy mess soon.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

She glared at him, wishing looks could kill.

“I guess it’s that serious, huh?”

She took a deep breath and released it slowly. That didn’t calm her down any. She took another deep breath and released it slowly. It still didn’t work. She went to inhale again but stopped when he spoke.

“Tell me what you need. I’ll have Stefan get it for you.”

She searched his gaze, trying to see if he was telling the truth.

“Just tell me where he’s to get it from, and he’ll get it.”

Her sister had made a list of stores that sold hair and skincare products for black women in Italy. She told him the name of the place. But those places were near her hotel. She didn’t know if there was any in this area, seeing as she had no idea where she was.

“Don’t worry. Stefan will be able to find it.”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll...”

“You’ll what?” he countered.

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