Chapter 158

ISABELLA’S P.O.V.

I could barely fall asleep. I sat up the entire night waiting and willing Enzo to return. He made me swear not to tell the others that he left the house because the less they knew, the easier it would be for them to lie for him. I hated it, I hated not knowing and I hated the anticipation but I did it for him, I did it because he asked. I stayed seated cross legged on the bed as I waited. I battled with sleep the entire time but I was determined to see it through till the end.

It was around four in the morning when he returned and he was covered in blood from head to toe. I cursed and jumped out of bed. It was obvious that he was shocked to see me but he didn’t say a single word. I also knew that if I had asked, he wouldn’t answer but I couldn’t help but try.

“Where were you?” I asked as I undid the buttons of his shirt. His answering silence hung in the air. “Enzo please, I don’t want to be surprised when I am asked later.”

“On the contrary, it would be better if you are surprised,” his voice was hoarse and cold.

I knew I was going to get nowhere with him so I just took off his clothes and threw them in the machine. His shoes were covered in mud and I made a mental note to clean them, but first, we needed to get him clean. He was just standing in place, as if he had been glued to the spot. I knew it wasn’t shock, it was more of exhaustion.

I pulled him with me under the shower not caring that I was clothed and turned it on. The hot water burned my skin but it was also relaxing to touch. I watched as the water turned pink as it swirled into the drain. Enzo’s eyes remained fixed on it as he stared. I still wanted to know where he had been,

Just before I could convince myself to ask again, he reached up and cupped the back of my neck. I looked up at him trying to hide the way that single action made me feel. The corner of his lips curled up into a slight grin before he looked down at my shirt. It was at that moment I realized I was wearing a simple white shirt and it was completely see-through.

“I should probably go,” I began and tried to leave but he stopped me. He pulled me down for a soft kiss. It was such a contrast with the bristling energy that swirled in the bathtub. Enzo was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. “Lorenzo,”

“Shh,” he cut me off as he whispered against my lips. “Don’t say my name right now, I’m trying to be gentle with you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I realized immediately what the issue was. He was trying to be soft for me, he didn’t want to be, that wasn’t what he needed at the moment. I wrapped both arms around his neck and stood on my toes. The water streamed down my face wetting my lashes but I kept my eyes on him.

“I can take it,” I assured him and his nostrils flared. “Show me how you want me, Enzo. Take me however you want.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growled and I rolled my eyes.

“I think I can handle you, Lorenzo, unless you don’t think you can live up to the-”

The taunt was barely out of my mouth before he pulled me in and kissed me harshly. His tongue slipped into my mouth and it was a battle of wills and dominance. I could barely keep up with his pace and my core clenched around nothing. He spun us around and pinned me against the wall as he pressed every hard inch of his body into mine.

He was hard in all the right places and he nudged my legs apart with his knees. “I do it for you, Isabella. Every single thing, every breath, every action, I do it for you, I do it for us and for our family.”

“I know,” I whispered against his lips. “You don’t have to explain it to me, I understand. You don’t have to explain it to me.”

“I want you to understand,” he pushed his knee into my clit and I moaned out loud. He cursed and pressed his forehead against mine. “You’re wearing too many fucking layers.”

Before I could even ask him to take it off, I heard the fabric rip. I opened my eyes to see him tug apart my shirt and shorts with both hands. There was a dark and dangerous look in his eyes and instead of being scared like a normal person would, I felt called to it, like a moth to a flame, like it belonged to me. I wanted it, I craved it.

Enzo’s hand slipped between my thighs and he pushed two fingers in at once and I moaned. “Fuck, you feel- fuck.”

“These are just my fingers, baby, I’m going to fill you with my cock before this night is over.”

“It is morning,” I snarked and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“You are talking too much for someone who should be coming all over my fingers,” I wanted to respond but he curled his fingers inside of me and my toes curled in response. I arched my back into him and he took the opportunity to lean down and take my nipple into his mouth. “You are fucking edible, cara mia, you taste just as good as you smell.”

“Enzo,” I groaned wanting more. I wanted him deeper, I wanted more of him, I could feel myself cresting the hill of an orgasm and I wanted to just tip over the edge. “I am so close, please.”

“I know, baby, come for me,” he whispered circling my clit and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees buckled as my orgasm ran through me. My mouth fell open in a silent moan. I could barely feel anything except for him.

All of my senses had been infiltrated by him. I couldn’t see, hear or smell anything that wasn’t him. He kissed me deeply as I rode his fingers through my orgasm. By the time I managed to come down from my high, I was nowhere near satisfied and neither was he because I felt the crown of his dick nudge my entrance.

“I cannot be gentle with you,” he managed as I coated his dick in my juices. He had turned off the shower at some point and I didn’t even notice. “I need you to tell me you understand or you can walk out of here and I will rub one out.”

I could tell that he wasn’t going to be pissed if I chose to leave, he was always being patient and calm with me even when he needed to be selfish.

“Take me however you want.”