Accidentally Yours
Chapter 20
Lola
Calm. Cool. Unbothered.
What was he just doing?
He didn’t say a word. Just pulled the door closed and put his right back on her thigh right under the hem of her dress, like that was its home now. No indication of what he had just done or why’d they stopped. Lola raised an eyebrow, lips twitching.
“Disappear for five minutes and come back more possessive?” she murmured. “What’d you do–buy a collar?”
Enzo didn’t look at her. His thumb traced higher, deliberate and slow.
Then, voice velvet–soft and lethal:
“La mia Gattina ha bisogno di un collare?”
(Does my kitten need a collar?)
This man knows exactly what he’s doing. If I pulled one out right now I’d probably let him put it on me with how hot that was.
Marco made a strangled sound. “Jesus.”
Dom sighed like this was his thirteenth reason.
Nico looked like he wanted to crawl into the glovebox and stay there.
Lola just smiled–sweet, composed, and absolutely lying with her whole face. Because her pulse was pounding and Enzo’s thumb hadn’t moved.
Not even a little.
Lola didn’t blink. She turned toward him slowly, eyes full of fire and something darker–something earned.
Then she leaned in, lips near his ear, voice smooth as warm liquor:
“Solo se sei tu a stringerlo… bello stretto.”
(Only if you’re the one to fasten it… nice and tight.)
Silence detonated in the car.
I think this dress gives me superpowers.
Marco let out a wounded noise and collapsed against the window.
Dom exhaled a full–body sigh and muttered, “We’re all going to die.”
Nico turned completely around and covered his face with both hands.
Gino smacked the steering wheel and just whispered, “That was so fucking hot.”
Enzo didn’t laugh.
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He didn’t smirk.
He just looked at her–looked at her like he’d never seen anything like her before. Like she was both the match and the flame. God, he’s looking right through me.
Then he leaned in, his breath hot against her eat, voice low and dark and edged with control he was starting to lose:
“Keep talking like that, Gattina (kitten)… and I’ll be putting my name on you before we even make it upstairs.”
Lola didn’t flinch, but her thighs squeezed tight. And Enzo’s thumb dragged one final inch higher, just to feel it happen.
When the SUV pulled up, she expected something intimidating. Maybe discreet wealth. Subtle power. Something like him. What she didn’t expect was this. Glass. Gold. Lights like a Hollywood budget. The kind of architecture that screamed I own everything you see and the ground you walk on too. A curved, mirrored skyscraper rose above the Vegas strip like it was holding court. And carved discreetly into the black marble entry:
CASINO VERO LUXE.
Lola blinked. “You live… here?”
Enzo didn’t even glance at her. “Top floor.”
She stared out the tinted window.
“Of course you live here,” she muttered. “Like a fucking supervillain.”
Gino turned to grin at her. “Pretty cool, huh?”
She side–eyed him. “At some point, I’m tattooing something wildly inappropriate on your forehead. Just so we’re clear.”
Enzo shot her a sideways glance. “Yes.”
“Don’t you have, like, a secret elevator entrance behind a waterfall? Maybe a biometric retina scanner? Trapdoor into the lair of doom?”
He smirked. “You watch too many movies.”
“No,” she said, stepping onto the velvet–carpeted casino floor. “I date too many red flags.”
The lighting here was warm and slick. All polished marble, low music, soft laughter and the ever–present clink of money moving–through chips, dice, cards, and drinks.
Lola’s sandals clicked softly as they moved through the VIP section. “I’ve never gambled before,” she said.
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