Page 90 of Tainted Princess
“I appreciate that, Enzo,” I said, my husky voice sounding like it belonged to someone else entirely. Surely, I couldn’t have been hiding this woman inside me; a woman who felt that she could stalk across the bedroom in the low lamp light like seduction was an everyday occurrence. “More than you could probably ever know.”
Dropping my pants to the floor, I stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile as I closed the distance between us. Enzo’s eyes devoured me hungrily, taking in my matching blood red lacy panties. I noticed when he reached the still nasty bruise on my hip, a reminder of my brush with death in the parking garage, because he frowned slightly.
Not wanting him to focus on that, I kept talking.
“So let’s get one more thing straight: if we do this, we do this all the way. I can accept a lot of things, but I have been around Made Men far too long to wind up just some Moll.” He met my eyes now, and I paused, making sure he knew I was serious. “If I find out about any women, Amber or otherwise, I will kill them, Enzo Argenti.”
I smiled, letting him see the darkness inside me. “And then I’ll kill you.
“I won’t be made a fool.”
When he didn’t respond, I stepped forward again, the space between us crackling with the sparks of lust, yes, but something deeper as well. Something substantial and important and—dare I say it?—permanent.
“Can you give me that, Enzo? Can you give me the fealty you promised in our vows?”
I stared at him, his eyes so dark in the shadows of the room, and watched as he considered my offer.
And still he said nothing.
Just as my resolve began to falter and my embarrassment again rose to the surface, Enzo’s lips curled up in a smile full of dark promise, and he extended his hand to me.
I only hesitated a moment before I reached out and took it. With a sharp tug, Enzo drew me to him, turning us so that my back was against his warm chest and my front against the cool glass of the bedroom window.
“Look at it, Francesca,” he said, his low whisper hot against my ear where he leaned in close. “Look at that city. See how it glows, alive and pulsing and justbeggingfor us to come and take it.”
I did look, trapped between the molten heat of my husband and the chill pane of glass, the only thing keeping us from falling to our deaths on the street thirty stories below. While I stared out the window at the riot of color that was the Las Vegas Strip, Enzo snaked his arms around me from behind, one hand lightly circling my throat, his strong fingers capturing my jaw and tilting my head to take in the view. The other hand he trailed lower, his palm flat against my lower belly as he toyed with the waist band of my panties.
“This Strip, this whole fuckin’ town is ours, baby. Yours and mine. I know you have it in you to rule these streets with me. I can see the strength inside you, the absolute power of a woman who will take zero shit from any motherfucker who comes her way.” As he spoke, the rumble of his words vibrating from his body to mine, his fingers slid lower still, dipping inside my underwear to play with the hot, swollen flesh he found there, and I let out a breathy moan of delight. “I want you to look at it, Francesca.” The fingers at my throat tightened, squeezing slightly, but where some women would have felt panic, I only felt excitement.Finally. Finally, I had found a man who could take me as I was, see all the sides of me and not balk. Someone who could see my darkness and meet it, not with judgment, but with attraction. With excitement, and if the press of Enzo’s cock against my backside was any indication, with desire.
“Together, we can bring this city to its knees. There won’t be a player in this game who won’t know who we are, and there will be no one who won’t dip their head when we pass by.”
His words painted a beautiful picture, and as his fingers worked my clit, I found Icouldsee it. The lights of the Strip danced in my vision as I pictured what he was offering, and the thought of it drove my arousal even higher.
“Enzo,” I sighed, rolling my hips as I chased his touch, my head tilting to the side when his mouth sucked on the flesh of my neck.
“Do you see it, baby? Do you see what we could create here—together?”
Together.
The idea of ruling the underworld had always been my dream, but before Enzo, I had always imagined doing it from the shadows, never able to step up beside the man I ended up with, hiding in the dark while he took all the glory.
But what Enzo was offering was like nothing I had ever let myself consider, and now that he was teasing me with it, holding that beautiful future out withing my reach, I wanted it.
Bad.
“I see it,” I moaned, reaching behind us to grasp his thigh, the only part of him I could reach due to how he had my body trapped against the glass, but needing to anchor myself somehow because I felt like I was about to fly away.
“So do I, Francesca. And what I see is glorious. You’ll be everything they never saw coming: smart, vicious, dirty.” With each word, Enzo slid his two middle fingers inside me, his thrusts filling me in a way that was delicious and decadent, but not nearly enough. “And beautiful,” he growled, thrusting his hard cock against my ass, matching the tempo of his fingers. “So fuckin’ beautiful that they’d never guess at the villain hiding underneath, would they?”
I couldn’t find the breath to form words, so turned on that I could hardly keep my legs under me as Enzo drove me up and up, nearing the peak that I so desperately wanted to reach.
“Because that’s what you are, isn’t it? Under all the prim manners and sweater sets, you’re just as twisted as the rest of us, aren’t you, baby? Do you have any idea how fuckin’ hot it was watching you eviscerate that fuck Jerry again tonight? Nothing makes me harder than watching you threaten someone’s life.”
Fuck. I was so close. I moaned again, and though the noises coming out of my mouth hardly qualified as human, for the life of me I couldn’t seem to stop them. Enzo worked his fingers in and out of me at a pace that offered no mercy, and all I could do was hold on as he took me higher and higher.
“So, tell me, Francesca. With a woman like you at my side and in my bed, why would I ever want to look anywhere else?”
That did it. At Enzo’s proclamation I came, a wordless cry escaping my lips, the sound made visible as my breath fogged up the window, turning the crisp lights of the Strip fuzzy and indistinct, the view now as hazy as my thoughts.
