Page 50 of Enzo DeLuca

He was right. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t kill him. Not yet. She couldn’t escape. Not yet. All she could do was endure. That didn’t mean she had to endure in silence. Just like with the kitchen fire, there were petty things she could do to inconvenience him.

“There’s nothing you can do,” he continued. “Now, are you going to keep your clothes on? Or are you going to take them off and make yourself more comfortable?”

Eve weighed her options. She could keep them on because, well, she wanted them on. Or, she could take them off to show him what he would never get. She couldn’t hurt him physically. But she could deliver pain on another level.Blue balls.

“Fine,” she said and grabbed the hem of her shirt.

His smile disappeared. “You’re really going to take it off?”

“Why wouldn’t I? As you said, I’ll be more comfortable.”

She pulled the shirt over her head before the rational side of her brain could talk her out of it. Too embarrassed to face him, she removed the rest of her clothing, then scooped them up off the floor and opened the shower door. She then tossed them onto the bathroom floor. Wait, he’d said she was his maid.

That meant she’d have to clean that up.Fuck. Her pettiness was starting to backfire. Frustrated, she slammed the shower door and faced him. That frustration melted into something else once she caught a glimpse of the look in his eyes. Forget calling him a devil. He now looked like a wolf that was staring at his prey, ready to pounce. Without thinking, she took a step back in the shower.

“Don’t move,” he practically growled.

It wasn’t like she could go far anyway. Yet, his tone had her wanting to flee the shower. However, her traitorous pussy was growing wet from his tone. What the hell was wrong with her body? Why was it reacting this way to this man? He wasn’t her type at all. Yeah, he was handsome.

But she preferred men who were less aggressive. Men who didn’t stare at her like they wanted to conquer her. Men who didn’t make her want to be conquered. Feeling herself being mesmerized by his gaze, she cleared her throat. She needed whatever kind of Harry Potter spell he was working on her to end now.

“I...” she started but paused because she truly didn’t know what to say. “I...” she tried again but paused when he stepped toward her.

Though he’d ordered her not to move, she couldn’t help taking a step back, matching him step for step until her back bumped into the shower wall. There was nowhere else she could run.

He stood toe to toe with her. Droplets of water dripped from his hair, splashing onto her breasts, causing her body to tingle in ways it shouldn’t be tingling. Against her thigh rested his cock. Eve swallowed.

“It seems the gazelle has been trapped by the lion,” he whispered, voice low, deep, dark.

It took her a moment to find her voice. But even when she spoke, her voice trembled a bit.

“This gazelle bites back,” she warned.

He smiled. “This lion likes being bitten.”

Her pussy clenched.Damn it, pussy. Get yo shit together. He is off-limits. He is on the Do Not Touch list.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told her. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“Other than keep me against my will, right?”

Ignoring her question, he said, “I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to be touched.”

“That’s not what your body is telling me.” His gaze dropped to her breasts.

Her nipples were hard, needy, ready, and waiting to be touched. Her traitorous body was making her seem desperate. She wasn’t desperate at all. She hadn’t been lying when she’d said she wasn’t a virgin. She’d fucked before. Plenty of times. But, she made it a priority never to actually sleep with a man.

She’d never needed aspend-the-nightbag. It was alwayswham bam, thank you, ma’am,and then she was out. She didn’t trust any man enough to sleep next to him, leaving herself vulnerable to him. The only reason she’d fallen asleep on the floor last night was because, one, she’d been exhausted.

It had taken everything in her to keep from yawning as Enzo had been talking to her. She was fairly certain that if she’d yawned during his ‘I will torture you’ speech, that wouldn’t have gone over well with him.

The second reason she’d fallen asleep so easily was because she’d had no option. No matter what she said or did, he would’ve made her sleep on the floor. She’d been surprised as hell to awaken next to him. No, that hadn’t been the most surprising part.

She’d had wet dreams about her enemy and had actually been dry riding him in her sleep.Ugh! Why did I do that? Damn you, pussy, for trying to think for yourself. This is what happens when you don’t listen to our brain. It’s there for a reason, not decoration.

“Your body is saying one thing while your mouth is saying another,” he pointed out.

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