Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 54

Lola

They ate standing up–leftover pasta, garlic bread, half a bottle of red wine–her mind still fogged by the echo of his voice growling “You’re not allowed to say that in public.”

God, the way he looked at me. Like I was his next fucking meal.

And I’m changing his name to Daddy in my phone because that was so damn hot.

“You’re not washing me off,” he said, stepping in close, blocking her path with nothing but sheer intent.

Lola blinked up at him. “Enzo-”

His hand curled around her hip, fingers brushing the thin stretch of her bare thigh just beneath his oversized shirt.

“You’re not washing me off,” he repeated, quieter this time. “Not yet.”

He leaned down, mouth brushing her ear.

“Because I want to know I’m still on you. All night. Every step you take, every time your thighs press together–I want you remembering exactly who put that ache there.”

Her knees nearly gave out.

“You’re obsessed with me,” she muttered, but it came out breathy. Dangerous.

“Completely,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to the curve of her jaw. “And I’m not fucking sorry.”

She swallowed hard. “Okay but–real talk–I need to take a Plan B before I start glowing.”

Enzo walked to the bathroom like it was already handled, came back with the pill he’d had stocked on day one.

He handed it to her, gaze heavy. “I’ll give you this one. But next time?”

He stepped close, fingers brushing under her chin until she looked up at him–neck bare, lips parted.

“But after this, it’s up to you.”

His thumb brushed her bottom lip, slow and deliberate.

“You keep taking them, or you don’t. Your choice.”

He paused–then leaned in close enough to steal her breath.

“But understand this, Lola…”

His mouth brushed the shell of her ear.

“One day, you’re going to carry my heir.”

A beat. Heavy. Certain. Final.

“Because you’re not going anywhere. You’ll be my bride. You’ll carry our babies. And every part of you will belong to me.”

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Oh dear god, I’m half tempted to let this man impregnate me with the way he talks.

She smoothed her dress over her hips–black, sharp, fitted, just short enough to tempt and just long enough to command respect. Her dark cherry waves were pinned up in a twisted knot at the crown of her head, a few strands left loose to frame her face. Subtle highlighter. Cat–eye sharp enough to kill.

And of course–black stilettos. Glossy, knife–thin, the kind of heels that clicked like a countdown and could be driven through a man’s eye if necessary.

If I was gonna meet the mafia’s version of foreign diplomats, I could at least look like I might kill them with a heel.

ཅ ན་ༀཌ་ཕོ་ཌ་ཏྲྰཾ་ ྃ་ ྃ་༴་ཝཾ

Enzo’s gaze dragged over her from head to toe as she stepped into the living room, and fuck, the way his mouth went tight made her thighs press together.

“Jesus, bella.” His voice was pure gravel. “Are you trying to start a war before we even get there?”

She tilted her head. “Why? Is this too much?”

He crossed the room in two strides and adjusted the collar of her dress just so, like he needed an excuse to touch her. “It’s perfect.”

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “And if anyone looks too long, I’ll be making their last wish a closed casket.”

She shivered.

God, I love when he says weird violent shit in a suit.

She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her in all the right ways–tight through the waist, high hem, elegant neckline. Her hair was twisted into a knot at the crown of her head, effortless but powerful, with loose strands softening the sharp lines. And the heels? Black stilettos, glossy and sky–high–more weapon than accessory.

Dom gave a low whistle. “Damn, trouble. You clean up like a Bond girl.”

Nico lifted his glass. “I was gonna say assassin. Those shoes definitely have blood on them.”

“Play nice, boys,” she said to Dom and Nico. “Daddy’s working.”

Dom laughed. “So what happens if we misbehave?”

But any follow–up died as two men approached the table.

Enzo’s expression cooled instantly, business settling over him like a tailored second skin.

Lola, meanwhile, crossed her legs with deliberate ease–slow, smooth, like every inch of her had been placed with intention.

Across from them, the Zhang brothers took their seats. Older, polished, smug. Power players in their own right. And judging by the looks they gave her, deeply underestimating her.

Perfect.

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