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There’s a spark of determination in her eyes. “I’m ready,” she says.

I take her hand and lead her inside.

Chapter 14

Mandy

My legs are shaking as I step out of the Bentley, and I can’t tell if it’s because of nervousness or what Enzo just did to me in the car. Perhaps it’s a little of both. After steadying myself, I look up, and my breath catches. Enzo’s Hollywood Hills mansion is a sight to behold.

It’s chic and modern, all clean lines and glass, with a sleek, minimalist design that screams sophistication. The house is perched on a hill, offering a stunning view of the city below, twinkling lights stretching out as far as the eye can see.

Sensing how overwhelmed I am, Enzo places his hand on the small of my back, instantly calming me. His touch is firm and reassuring, and I feel a little more grounded. He leads me toward the entrance, his presence a steadying force.

“Welcome to my home,” he says, his voice smooth and confident.

I take a deep breath and follow him, my mind still reeling from the unexpected orgasm. The interior of the house is just as impressive as the exterior. I can’t help but feel a little out of place. This is a world so different from my own, and yet here Iam, being led into it by a man who’s as much a mystery as he is irresistible.

Enzo’s hand remains on my back, guiding me through the house. “I hope you’re hungry,” he says, his tone light. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Yeah, I am,” I reply. “This place is incredible, Enzo.”

He smiles, a hint of pride in his eyes. “I’m glad you like it. Make yourself at home.”

I take another deep breath, letting the ambiance of the house wash over me.

He pauses and turns to me, animalistic hunger in his eyes. His commanding gaze makes me melt and turns me on all at the same time. I can tell there’s something on his mind; it’s written all over his face.

“What’s up?” I ask, my voice a little breathless.

He smirks, his eyes locking onto mine. “While I do have a fine meal being prepared,” he says, his voice low and seductive, “I have something else that I’m hungry for.”

My heart races, and even though I know exactly what he means, I can’t help but ask, “What’s that?”

He steps closer, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek as he leans in. His lips find mine in a deliciously slow kiss that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat between us, the chemistry that’s been simmering all evening. When he pulls back, his eyes are darker, filled with desire.

“Would you like to go upstairs?” he asks, his voice a tantalizing whisper.

A grin spreads across my face, my earlier nervousness completely melting away.

“I think dinner can wait,” I reply.

Enzo’s smile mirrors mine as he takes my hand, leading me toward the grand staircase. The anticipation builds with each step we take, the air between us charged with electricity.

When we reach the top of the stairs, he leads me down a hallway lined with exquisite artwork and soft lighting. At the end of the hall, he opens a door to reveal a master bedroom that’s as stunning as the rest of the house. A massive bed with crisp white linens dominates the space, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city lights below.

Enzo turns to me, his gaze never leaving mine. “Are you sure about this, Mandy?” he asks, his voice gentle but firm.

I nod, feeling a rush of excitement. “Absolutely.”

His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me against him. “Good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Before I can respond, he captures my lips in another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. I surrender to the sensation; my body pressed against his, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

I watch as Enzo slips out of his suit jacket, the fabric sliding smoothly over his broad shoulders. He tosses it onto a nearby chair and then rolls up the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt, revealing his muscular forearms.

The sight alone makes my breath catch. There’s something so incredibly sexy about a man who knows how to dress—and howto undress.

He looks at me, his eyes gleaming with that commanding intensity. “There’s something you should know,” he begins, his voice low and captivating. “I have what one might call … unique tastes.”

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