Chapter 24: Lines Cross in Tokyo

Chapter 24: Lines Cross in Tokyo
Sherry POV 
When we arrived in New York, I was taken to the hospital from the airport. New York smelled like rain and smoke when I woke, clean, sterile air filtering through the penthouse windows, but beneath it lingered something thicker: danger, secrets and lust.
My body ached in places I didn't remember injuring. The sheets beneath me were silk, but my skin burned. Not from the attack. From the tension curled deep in my belly, tight, coiled, ready to explode.
I blinked against the filtered light, then turned. He was there.
Enzo stood with his back to me, shirtless, sculpted muscles rigid, shoulder bandaged. His phone was in one hand, held to his ear, while the other clutched the railing.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Tokyo sprawled in glimmering stillness below. We were miles above everything, yet the air in this room was so heavy, I could barely breathe.
"No," he said coldly into the phone. "If anyone on the Tokyo team so much as touches her schedule again without my approval, fire them. No exceptions. She will be off for a week."
Click.
I swallowed hard. "You canceled my meetings?"
He didn't turn. "Yes."
"What the hell, Enzo?"
Now he turned. Slowly. His eyes locked with mine as they could see through the hospital gown and the healing bruises, and straight into the place I tried to keep protected.
"You almost died," he said flatly.
"And you think locking me in this penthouse like a porcelain doll will stop that from happening again?"
"No," he growled. "But at least if something happens this time, I'll be there."
I pushed up on the pillows, ignoring the sharp throb in my ribs. "You don't get to control me just because you feel guilty. I'm not one of your goddamn acquisitions."
He crossed the room in three long strides. "You think this is about guilt?"
His hand wrapped around the edge of the mattress, fingers white-knuckled. "You have no idea what it did to me to see your blood on the floor. No idea what I would have done if I hadn't gotten to you in time."
I stared at him. At the furious twist of his mouth. At the heart behind the fury.
"Then talk to me," I whispered. "Not just bark orders. Not just strip away my choices because it makes you feel better."
A beat of silence.
Then he dropped the bomb.
"I saw Robert's men watching you last week. Near the rooftop, after the investor meeting, right before he came to talk to you, there. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to scare you."
The air rushed out of me. "You what?"
"I didn't know what they were planning. I had my team on it. I thought I could handle it." His jaw twitched. "I failed."
My stomach dropped. "You thought about the attack and the crash?"
"It wasn't random."
Everything inside me went still.
We stared at each other, me sitting up in his bed, him looming above me like a storm about to crack wide open.
"You should've told me."
"You should have listened when I said we are no longer safe. And always be by my side in Tokyo."
"Don't make this about control, Enzo. Don't use your fear as an excuse to own me."
His eyes flared. He reached for me, but I jerked back.
That was all it took.
His control snapped.
The next second, I was pressed against the window, the cold glass biting into my spine. His hand was in my hair, yanking my head back, and his mouth crashed onto mine.
"You drive me fucking insane," he snarled against my lips, voice thick with need. His breath was hot and wild, crashing into mine as he pressed me harder against the cold glass behind me. 
"I can't think when you're near. I can't breathe when you're hurt. And I can't fucking stand the idea of anyone else even looking at you."
His hips ground into mine hard and deliberately pinning me between steel fury and the city sky. The hospital gown I wore was already riding up, the thin fabric useless against his growing need. Just then, it was as if all the excruciating pains I was experiencing were put on hold for the pleasure of leading for a while..
"You think you scare me?" I hissed, eyes locked on his, defiant even as my thighs trembled. "You think I'll break for you?"
His fingers gripped my thigh, rough and possessive, and hiked it up around his waist. My bare core pressed right against the heat of his cock through his pants. He groaned low.
"You already have."
His lips smashed onto mine with brutal fervor and zero preamble. He rammed his tongue deep into my mouth, tasting me rather crudely as though he owned me outright somehow. 
Moaning wildly into his mouth, I opened for him as hands slid beneath my gown, dragging fabric upwards past my hips, bearing much. 
He kissed me rather vigorously underneath stars twinkling way up high in the night sky. Much deeper beneath surface tensions suddenly. 
His body consumed mine gradually, feeding ravenously off anguished moans like a man utterly starved for weeks on end. 
His lips broke away, then traveled downward along my jaw and down my neck, sucking hard and biting until my skin burned.
He violently yanked down my gown around my waist and roughly cupped my breasts, thumbing my nipples until they hardened quickly beneath his fingers.
"God, look at you..." he growled.
Enzo didn't give me time to reply to him. His mouth was sealed around my left nipple, warm and wet, tongue moving around my breast, sucking, biting me gently. 
I will say my head fell back with a shock of surprise; my fingers were on his hair as he devoured my breast as if he needed it to breathe. He switched to the other of my breasts, giving it the same hungry attention, groaning against my skin as I softly called his name.
"Please..." I barely recognized my voice.
His hand went in between my legs, two fingers sliding down my wet vagina, testing, teasing, and rubbing his finger around the walls of the vagina.
"So fucking wet," he murmured against my breast, an unkind smirk gently coming out from his lips. "And I have not touched you."
He found my clit, slick and swollen, and rubbed slow circles with his thumb, pressing, dragging, and teasing my clit. My hips jerked up. My breath nearly caught. I started moaning louder now, and I became helpless against the pleasure and sexual urge building inside me.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you."
He slid his fingers inside me first, before putting in his second finger. He started stretching and thrusting in my honey pot. His thumb never stopped massaging my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me with every stroke. I clenched around his fingers, gasping, moaning, and falling apart against the glass.
"I want to feel you come on my hand before I even fuck you," he uttered.
My head was moving wildly from side to side, my eyes shut, and my thighs were shaking. His mouth was back on my breast while his fingers pumped harder, faster, pushing me to the edge. And then I shattered, moaning his name like a prayer, thighs clamping around his hand as I came with a violent cry.
He didn't stop.
He lifted me and shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock from the boxer of a prison, thick and hard and furious. He lined himself up and paused, his eyes locking with mine.
"Say it," he shouted, voice hoarse. "Say you're mine... baby!"
"No," I panted, dazed and trembling.
He slapped the side of my thigh sharply, possessively. "Say it."
And then he thrust into my honeypot very hard with an unforgiving stroke that filled me. I cried out, my body stretching, taking his cock in inch by inch.
"Say it," he said, starting to move, every thrust pounding into me like punishment.
I raked my nails down his back. "Make me...."
His lips crushed mine as he fucked me harder, lifting me higher; my back was becoming gently slippery on the glass behind us. The city blinked below us, uncaring, while he fucked me completely rough, raw, and endlessly.
"Look at me," I shouted, clutching his face. "You want to own me? Then lose control. Right here. While I watch the cock fall."
He groaned, teeth sinking into my neck. I grabbed around him again, another orgasm ripping through me like fire. He followed with a broken snarl, thrusting deep. He came inside me as his body jerked and shook continuously.
We stayed like that, ruined, panting, skin slick with sweat, hearts racing like war drums pressed against the glass in a tower built on sin.
When he pulled out his dick from my honeypot. Enzo didn't speak to me. He just lifted me gently and carried me to the bed like I hadn't just let him destroy me and God help me, I wanted more. His fingers brushed my hair back. Tender... too tender.
"You almost said something earlier," I murmured, heart still pounding. "Before you shut down."
His jaw clenched. "Does it matter?"
"It does to me," I said.
His eyes dropped. "Then you already know." I reached for him, but he stood and walked to the window. The silence stretched. Then his phone vibrates. He read the message once or even twice. His facial expression changed.
I asked, "What is it?"
But he did not answer me. I got up, pulling the robe from the foot of the bed. I walked down to him slowly.
"Enzo."
He turned the screen toward me and it is a paused video... grainy.
A guy in a black suit is attacking and crashing at the intersection. But this time the camera angle was different. It was from above. From a building. Enzo hit play.
The video showed me coming out of the party hall and walking so fast before the attack. The guy held me, and I tried to escape from his grasp. 
But it was followed up by hitting, to a back-and-forth fight, before Enzo's bodyguard came out to rescue me.
Then, seconds later, the camera caught something else.
A man is standing on the rooftop across the street. Watching the attack happen and then turning away. Wearing a lapel pin I recognized. Enzo's private security badge. My blood ran cold.
"It's someone inside your team," I whispered.
Enzo didn't blink. "No. It's someone inside my inner circle." The attack wasn't an accident. It was sabotage from within. Someone close to Enzo, a trusted ally, tried to kill her and now, they're still watching.