Chapter 72
Lola
The suite finally quieted after the last round of laughter and the slam of the door behind Nico. Pizza boxes were stacked on the counter, the faint smell of marinara still hanging in the air. Lola locked the door behind them, the onesie hood slipping halfway over her hair.
She turned
–
and Enzo was there, leaning against the bedroom doorway.
No smile. No warmth. Just that steady, assessing stare that made her skin prickle.
Uh–oh.
“Fun night?” His voice was velvet lined with something sharper.
She gave him a slow grin. “The best.”
His gaze swept her once, lingering just long enough to make her pulse skip – then dropped to his hands. That’s when she saw it: the raw bruising across his knuckles, dark against his skin.
Her grin faded. “You hit someone.”
“Kevin.” His tone was flat, but the undercurrent was anything but.
Oh.
Enzo straightened from the doorway, stepping toward her with unhurried precision. “He grabbed your shirt. Looked down it. Thought he could do whatever he wanted with you.”
I should have been angry
–
and part of me was but that molten look in his eyes had my stomach tightening for an entirely different reason.
“And now?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
His mouth curved, but it wasn’t humor. “Now I’ve still got some of that in me.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her as he crossed the space between them, one hand sliding into her hair, tilting her head back just enough to catch her gaze.
“You think straddling Dom was funny?”
She lifted her chin. “Maybe a little.”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low growl that curled heat straight through her. “I could’ve pulled you off him and fucked you right over that couch… made them all watch while you screamed my name.”
Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “That would’ve been so hot.”
The muscle in his jaw ticked. “Careful, piccola (baby).”
God, I love that warning tone.
–
Enzo’s other hand found her hip, his thumb pressing into the bone with quiet possession. Every move was deliberate the kind of control that made the air between them heavy.
“On the bed.”
She went, the mattress dipping under her weight. He followed, bracing one knee beside her thigh, the lamplight catching the sharp line of his jaw.
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“Kevin’s hands didn’t belong there,” he said, his bruised knuckles brushing from her jaw to the hollow of her throat. “Dom didn’t belong under you. You belong to me.”
And then he kissed her not soft, not sweet, but with the kind of consuming heat that left no room for air or thought. Just him. All him.
–
When his mouth left hers, it was only to murmur against her ear, “Next time you try to make me jealous… you’ll wish this was all I did.”
…God help me, I might test that theory.
Enzo didn’t even give her a chance to breathe before his hand slid down her spine, gripping the back of her onesie and peeling the zipper down in one slow, deliberate motion.
“off.”
One word, heavy enough to land in her stomach.
She stepped out of it, the fleece pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but bra and panties. The air kissed her bare skin, raising goosebumps over every inch he could see.
He’s looking at me like I’m already in trouble.
“You have no idea how close I was to pulling you off Dom,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “and showing every man in that suite exactly who you belong
to.”
Her smirk was pure provocation. “Would’ve made one hell of a show.”
“You’ve been playing with matches, piccola,” he murmured, standing and crowding her back a step. “But I’m the one who decides when we burn.”
He’d been jealous before. Protective before.
But this?
This is something else.
“Mr. I’m–not–jealous” himself
Her mouth opened, ready with another smart comment, but it died the moment he bent her forward over the bed. His chest pressed against her back, his voice low enough to burn straight through her spine.
“You tease me when I’m already jealous, there’s only one way this ends-”
Her pulse spiked, pounding in her ears as his breath slid hot over her cheek.
“-with you screaming my name until it’s the only thing you know how to say.”
Oh, that’s… yeah, that’s not going to leave my head anytime soon.
His heat was everywhere
escape.
the sharp press of his suit pants against the backs of her thighs, the caged–in way his arms braced her there like she might try to
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I’m not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.
He didn’t move for a beat, letting the weight of the moment settle until she was aching for it bedding.
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