She exploded into motion.
One second she was seated beside him–bare thighs brushing his, shirt barely covering anything–and the next she was in the air.
Lola leapt onto the damn breakfast table like she was born to dodge bullets and steal hearts, feet landing with a soft slap against the marble as she bolted.
Shirt riding high..
Thong snapping in place.
Ass on glorious display.
A collective gasp hit the table.
Gino’s mouth dropped open. “I–did we just-?”
“Holy shit,” Dom whispered. “That wasn’t a getaway. That was an offering.”
Enzo stood slowly, chair scraping back with a sound that felt dangerous. The kind of sound you hear right before the monster closes in.
“She’s got five seconds,” he said absently, gaze already locked down the hallway like he could feel where she’d turn next.
Gino blinked, still stunned. “Is this like… an official game now? Like… are we allowed to place bets?”
“Are we allowed to play?” Dom added, half–joking, half–praying.
Enzo didn’t answer.
Didn’t have to.
He was already walking–stalking–toward the hall, every movement dripping with calm, calculated intent.
Sweatpants low. Back muscles flexing.
Predator made of silk and sin and fucking purpose.
“She’ll be ready in two hours.”
Gino blinked. “For what?”
“To go to work,” Enzo said, eyes trained down the hallway like a hawk spotting movement in the grass.
A pause.
Dom coughed into his coffee. “…She working the corner?”
“Fucking hell,” Gino muttered, fanning himself again. “We need a spray bottle or something.”
Gino fanned himself with a napkin. “I feel like I need a safe word just from watching.”
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5:53 pm
Chapter 64
Dom exhaled, dazed. “That girl’s gonna need a chiropractor when he’s done.”
“No,” Gino said, sipping his coffee with a reverent sigh. “She’s gonna need a priest.”
A moment later, Dom muttered, “I’m so mad I have to eat toast after this.”
Enzo didn’t laugh.
Didn’t even break stride.
He just walked off–unbothered, shirtless, and brimming with god–tier menace.
Because he wasn’t chasing her.
He was claiming her.
And every fucking step was a countdown to devastation.
She thought she was slick.
Thought she could hide under the bed and he wouldn’t find her.
Enzo crouched, lifting the corner of the duvet–eyes narrowing as he spotted her tucked against the wall like a smug little gremlin.
“Found you,” he said, voice low.
His hand landed a sharp slap on the bare curve of her ass. “And now I’m doing what comes next.”
She laughed again, breathless as he stalked through the suite with pure, predatory focus. She squirmed just enough to make him grit his teeth.
“Put me down and fight fair.”
“I don’t fight fair,” he muttered, pushing into the bathroom. “You should know that by now.”
She landed on the cold marble counter with a yelp, skin prickling from the sudden chill. Enzo stepped between her knees, hands planted on either side of her hips, crowding her back against the mirror.
He leaned in, nose brushing hers.
“You started this,” he said, voice a rough, frayed growl. “And then you climbed over the table. Showing that perfect ass to the entire fucking room.”
“I was following orders,” she whispered, lips curling into a dare.
Enzo’s hand curled around her jaw. “After our shower, I’m going to be the only thing on that beautiful mind all day.”
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