Page 44 of The Bonventi Secret
My thumb finds my swollen clit, and I cry out at the burst of sensation. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me.
"Oh, God, fuck yes."
I picture his mouth on mine, his tongue claiming every inch of me. I envision him pounding into me, filling me, stretching me until I’m delirious with ecstasy.
The tension builds, white-hot and relentless. I’m so close, so close to that blissful release. I curl my fingers, pressing against that sweet spot inside, and let out a strangled moan.
"Enzo!" I cry out as I come, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm that makes me see stars.
As the waves of pleasure subside, reality crashes back in. I lay there, panting, my hand still between my legs. Confusion wages war within me. What have I done? What am I becoming?
I have no fucking idea, but beneath it all, there’s a truth I can no longer deny. I want Enzo Bonventi, and my world’s about to change.
LIVIA - 16
Istep out of the shower, the warm water still dripping down my body as I wrap a soft, plush towel around myself. After this morning's events, I felt it was needed to calm my body down.
I open the bathroom door and stare at my suitcase, the contents spilling out haphazardly. I stare at it and realize two things. One, the pang of not having my old life is fading, and two, I've been more or less living out of a suitcase since I arrived.
As I go to walk toward it, I pause, and my eyes drift to the ornate closet door, knowing it's filled with designer clothing and accessories. Things Enzo thought, maybe hoped, I'd wear.
When I first arrived, I instantly refused, thinking all sorts of things, but now, now I'm curious.
I make my way over to the closet, my hand hovering on the handle. I tell myself I shouldn't, but then tell myself I should.
I take a breath and pull the door open. Even though I've been in here, it's like I'm seeing it for the first time. A luxurious array of dresses, blouses, skirts, pants, shoes—everything, all in my size.
I see a black dress, and I suddenly remember my black dress, the one I wore to impress Jake.
Jake.
Shit, oh my god, I realize I hadn't thought about him in days. I used to rant to Megan about him, and now it's... I don't know, maybe I just liked the attention he threw my way most.
I make a mental note to email Meg. She's left me alone these last few weeks since my abrupt family emergency, but I should reach out to her.
I refocus on the clothes, and something speaks to me. Something I don't think I'd ever buy, but here it is.
It's a black A-line dress with puffy sleeves. I rock my head side to side and bite my lip. Should I? I mean, maybe a new outfit and some of that makeup over there on the counter would make me feel better. Getting dressed up to go to class always put me in a good mood.
"Fuck it," I mutter, dropping my towel and slipping the dress over my head. The material glides over my curves and feels light and airy against my skin. I turn to the full-length mirror, and I shock even myself. It's not form-fitting, but the cut combined with the deep v-neck gives off a relaxed, sexy vibe. Plus, it's got pockets, which seals it for me. I'm wearing it.
I turn to the vanity, eyeing the array of makeup laid out before me. My hand hovers over a tube of deep red lipstick. I've never worn anything so bold before. But then again, I've never worn something like this before, either.
As I apply the lipstick, I can't help but think of Enzo. The way his eyes darkened with desire when he looked at me this morning.The heat of his touch on my skin. My body responds to the memory, a warmth spreading through me.
This is for me, I try to convince myself as I run a brush through my hair, letting it fall in soft waves around my shoulders. But I know it's a lie. Every stroke of the brush, every swipe of mascara, is for him.
I slide on a pair of lace panties and slip on a pair of strappy heels, marveling at how they transform my posture, my attitude.
I feel powerful, desirable.
Dangerous.
I take one last look in the mirror and start laughing. Who the hell dresses like this to go sit at a desk all day and work on a dissertation?
Well, it's not for that, is it? It's for the dinner. I'm just dressed a little early.
I leave the suite and walk slowly to the library. I haven't worn heels in some time and regret not picking flats. I'll just take them off when I get to where I'm going, which is exactly what I do as I take a seat at the desk.
