Chapter 87 Bother Her
Rose
He lifts me, and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. His muscular body holds me up effortlessly. He walks us to the bed and throws me down. My breasts bounce from the impact. His heavy, heated gaze threatens to set me on fire.
"Take it off," he commands.
The dress has a side zipper, so I can unzip it. I sit down on the bed, and it falls. Next comes my red lace bra. With each item removed, Enzo's expression grows more tense. He looks like he's about to lose control, and that's exactly what I want. As my panties come off, I look at him, my legs already shaking in anticipation. "What now?"
"Lie down," he says.
I do so, feeling my cheeks burn. I never imagined I'd end up here, my legs spread on my bed, with Enzo Russo watching me as if I were the only being in existence. His eyes meet mine.
"I can't get over how perfect you are," he tells me.
He groans softly, climbing onto the bed and settling between my legs. Placing his hands on either side of me, he leans down and kisses me deeply. His hand moves down to my clit, and I writhe beneath him as he teases the sensitive bundle of nerves. I can already feel the urge to climax.
Enzo pulls away and smirks at me, then jerks and falls between my legs. Without hesitation, he lowers his head and licks from my entrance to my clit.
"Enzo," I cry out, overcome with emotion.
He growls softly, and my heart skips a beat. I grab his hair, hard enough to hurt, but he doesn't seem to mind. He thrusts his tongue into me, eliciting sounds from me that aren't quite words. My spine practically arches off the bed as he continues thrusting his tongue into me.
"Do you want me to make you come, darling?" Enzo asks, right against my labia.
I moan, too far gone to respond. I cry out as his teeth scrape my clit.
"Yes," I sob as he adds a finger to the mix. "Please, please, make me come."
I feel him smile at me and continue. One hand reaches for my breast, and he squeezes it once. I place my hand on his, and my heart practically melts as he intertwines our fingers. Sparks burn hotter behind my eyelids. And suddenly, the pressure increases sharply.
I scream with gratitude that Enzo chose bedrooms for us, separate from everyone else in the house. My eyes close, I struggle to catch my breath.
A languid feeling tugs at my muscles. When I open my eyes, they immediately connect with Enzo, who has risen. He looks at me, his gaze filled with something so soft yet possessive that it almost takes my breath away.
I smile softly, sit up, and push him onto his back. His eyes sparkle as I climb over him. Very slowly, I unbutton his buttons. Enzo is completely still, ready to watch. I manage to remove his shirt, leaving his top half bare. When I lean down to kiss him, he responds, kissing me back with the same passion and fire.
I break the kiss and suck on his neck, kissing down his chest. I stop midway, my gaze falling on the scar on his chest. My hand reaches out to trace it. I can't help but wonder who caused him so much pain.
"Don't ask," Enzo warns, his eyes hardening.
I ignore him. "What happened?"
"Rose…"
For some reason, I chose this moment to try to coax him out of his shell. Admittedly, it's a bad time.
"Please, just tell me? Who hurt you?"
He cools down so quickly, I feel like I'm in whiplash. Enzo sits up, pulling away from me. He runs a hand through his hair and looks at me for a second before standing. "I can't tell you."
"You can't or you won't?" I ask, tears welling up in my eyes.
And yet I don't cry. I can practically see the internal war raging inside him. It would hurt him to see me cry, but I'm angry that we can't bridge this gap.
"I can't say that, princess. At least not to you," he says. He says in a dull voice.
"I understand," I say, tonelessly.
"Damn," I hear him mutter under his breath.
I don't look at him as he leaves the room, but my heart breaks a little. And I immediately realize that this bothers me a lot more than I thought. This becomes even clearer when I stand up and pick up his shirt, discarded on the floor of my bedroom. I pull it on, buttoning it at my chest before falling back onto the bed. Then I look at my amazing masterpiece on the wall.
I fall asleep like this, surrounded by his scent. My last thought before falling asleep was that Enzo Russo could be my undoing.