Chapter 113
Enzo
*Did everyone have a good day?” his voice cut the quiet, month as a Wade more alb, ale w Tietoed sa “Lot, you kill ha fe mfl kind of deat
Her grin was lazy, wicked “Only a little. He deserved it.*
Enzo’s gaze cut across the table, lingered on hex
Christ. Mine. All mine.
He tugged the second cuff open, rolled his sleeves higher, watching her watch him. The lite sit of her lips, the spark in already gearing up for trouble.
And then he said it, calm as sin:
“I enjoyed all those pictures today”
The room tightened. Nico’s spine went stiff. Gino looked like he’d just swallowed glass
Good. Let them squirm. Let them remember exactly whose game they’ve been playing
Lola’s smirk deepened, slow and knowing. She set Nico’s feet aside with a pat like she’d been humoring him all night, then use from the couch. Bare legs, messy hair, oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder like an accident that wasn’t an accident.
She crossed the space without hurry, every step deliberate. Then she stopped in front of him, close enough he caught the lingering nang of margarita lime on her breath.
Her finger traced the buttons of his shirt, dragging slow down the center of his chest. Her voice dropped, kusky.
“So… which one was your favorite?*
Fuck. You. Always you. Doesn’t matter the outfit. Doesn’t matter the pose. You could walk out wrapped in a trash bag and I’d stil want to tear it off you with my teeth.
He didn’t say that. He leaned in instead, towering over her, a smile curving his mouth that was equal parts promise and threat.
Her finger was still tracing down his chest when she tilted her head, mischief glittering in her eyes. Then she pivoted, slow, delibera until her back pressed flush to his front, fitting herself against him like the’d been carved for it.
And just like that, she was facing the couch. Facing them.
Christ almighty. She’s going to kill me. And I’m going to thank her for it.
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one over her hip, thumb brushing the curve of her Her hands reached back, caught his wrists, and guided them where she wanted waistband, the other climbing higher, over the swell of her breast, daring him to hold her like she belonged to him in every way that mattered.
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Chapter 113
And of course she did.
Her voice dropped, sultry and wicked at tin.
“Tell me, Enzo punctuation
was it the leather micro dress with the blood red stilettor
the rolled Ever his slightly agit him.
or was it the lavender teddy, matching garter, stockings, and the white platform?*
Every word aimed straight at the men on the couch.
Dolcezza. You’re taunting wolves while standing in my arms. Brave. Or suicidal, Probably both.
She didn’t look at him – her eyes locked on them. On Nico, who sat frozen, jaw clenched, On Gino, whose grin was spreading wide Eks he’d just been handed ammunition.
“Oh,” Gino cut in, unbothered as hell. “Dom sent me both of those. Super hot, by the way.”
Nico made a noise like he’d just swallowed a knife.
Enzo’s jaw flexed. His hands tightened just enough to remind Lola whose arms she’d chosen. His chin dipped until the sharp cut of his jaw grazed her shoulder, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke.
He let the words fall slow, velvet–dark.
And me? I don’t give a fuck. Let them choke on it. She’s mine. Mine to flaunt, mine to claim, mine to destroy. They can watch. They can sweat. They can twitch. But they’ll never have her.
Fuck. You’re perfect. Wicked little devil. My diavoletta.
Nico was still staring like he’d just seen a car crash in slow motion. His voice cracked when he finally spoke.
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