Page 43 of The Bonventi Secret
"Enzo," I say, my voice soft. "Thank you for the book. It really means a lot to me."
He approaches me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s an intensity in his gaze that makes my skin prickle withanticipation. He stops just inches away from me, close enough that I can smell his scent.
He reaches out and I feel his fingers brush against my shoulder, and I realize one of my camisole straps has fallen. He hooks his fingers around it, the touch sending tingles throughout my body. Slowly, he slides his finger up my arm. His touch is like fire, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is stand there, frozen, as he gently places the strap back on my shoulder. But he doesn’t stop there. His hand moves to my neck, his thumb gently rubbing the sensitive skin just below my ear.
"I’m glad you like it, cara mia," he says in a low tone.
"I do," I breathe, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as I lean into his touch. "Enzo," I whisper now, not sure if I’m pleading with him to stop or begging him to continue, "It’s very beautiful."
I don’t know what to think in this moment. Hell, I can’t even think, but there’s one undeniable truth in this—I don’t want his touch to end. The feelings are overwhelming, taking hold of me in a way I never could have imagined.
My heart races, and I’m acutely aware of every inch of my skin he’s caressing. I feel my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of my camisole, and I know Enzo can see them. His eyes darken with desire, and I watch as his gaze travels down my body, lingering on my chest. The heat in his eyes makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly aroused. While I’m unable to think, it seems my body, however, has made up its mind.
For the first time since I’ve been here, I realize that if he were to claim me right here, right now, I don’t think I have the resolveto stop him anymore. The walls I’ve so carefully constructed are crumbling, leaving me vulnerable and aching for his touch.
Enzo’s hand moves from my neck to cup my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. I part my lips instinctively, my breath coming in short, quick gasps. He leans in, his face mere inches from mine. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, and I know his lips will soon find mine.
My heart is pounding in my chest, the anticipation almost too much to bear. I tilt my chin up, silently inviting him to close the distance between us. My whole body is on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for his touch.
Just as I feel the barest brush of his lips against mine, a sharp knock at the door shatters the moment.
We both freeze, our breaths mingling in the space between us. Enzo’s hand tightens on my face for a moment before he steps back. There’s a flash of frustration in his gaze, but it’s quickly replaced by something else.
He turns toward the door. "What is it?" he barks, his voice unable to hide his frustration.
The door opens slightly, and I hear Marcella’s voice, tight with tension. "I’m so sorry to interrupt, sir, but there’s an urgent matter that requires your immediate attention."
Enzo’s jaw clenches, and I watch as he visibly struggles to compose himself. He turns back to me, his eyes still dark with unfulfilled desire. "I’m sorry, Livia. We’ll have to continue this, uh, conversation later."
I nod since I know I won’t be able to speak. My body is still humming with arousal, and I’m struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me.
As Enzo leaves, he pauses at the door. He looks back at me, his gaze full of something primal. "Don’t think this is over. We will finish what we started."
With that, he’s gone, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and the lingering heat of desire.
I collapse onto the bed, my legs suddenly weak. What just happened? What was I about to let happen? I press my thighs together, acutely aware of the throbbing ache between them. My body thrums with unfulfilled desire so deep it’s almost painful.
I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing, but all I can see is Enzo—his intense gaze, his strong hands, the way his lips were just about to claim mine. A soft whimper escapes me as I remember how close we were.
I’ve allowed myself to come this far, might as well finish it.
My hand moves of its own accord, sliding down my stomach. I should stop this, I know I should, but I can’t. The need is too great, the fire too intense.
I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my shorts, gasping as my fingers make contact with my sensitive lips. I’m so wet, so ready. For him. For Enzo.
"Fuck," I breathe, circling my clit with trembling fingers.
With my other hand, I lift up my camisole, exposing my breasts. My nipples are hard and aching, begging to be touched. I pinch them, and cup them, moaning softly at the sensation. My skin tingles as I imagine Enzo’s strong hands roaming all over me.
In my mind, he’s here with me, his dark eyes watching me intently as I pleasure myself.
I slide two fingers inside, my back arching off the bed at the fullness. "Enzo," I moan, unable to hold back.
My hips buck as I begin to stroke myself, my fingers moving faster, deeper. I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
"Enzo, please," I whimper, lost in the fantasy. In my mind, it’s his fingers inside me, his mouth on my breast.
