Chapter 16
ENZO
She’s the one who turned me away, telling me how dangerous I fucking am, but now she’s jealous that she invited women into my goddamn house? I have every right to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. But doesn’t she realize I don’t want to?
I may have never hesitated to bring women home before Joelle, but now, I have no desire to. No matter what I tell my brothers, what they assume I do, I haven’t been with a woman since Joelle and I met. I’ve come close, hell, I’m only human, but nothing ever happened. I couldn’t go through with it.
None of them were her. Because when Joelle and I were together, I felt something real for once, something that I never felt with any woman I wasted my time with. But Joelle found me, the real me, and I never want to share that part of myself with anyone else.
“Are you coming, handsome?” Marissa clasps her hand through mine, pulling me behind her.
We climb up the stairs and I have no intentions of fucking either one of them. I still have no idea why they came, nor do I care. It’s probably because I ignored Marissa’s text earlier. All I want is to kick them out, but not before I have my own fucking revenge.
Joelle wanted this, did she? She wanted them here, with me. Well, I’ll be happy to give it to her. I don’t have to do a damn thing for her to think I am.
I pull them into the bedroom next to the one Joelle sleeps in. It’s the only room I use for the women I bring home, never allowing any of them into my bedroom. That shit is sacred.
Marissa immediately falls on the bed, her palms fisting the comforter, her pink hair in disarray. Tatiana giggles, climbing on top of her, kissing her neck, both of them hungrily eyeing me. But neither I nor my dick gives a shit, because the one woman I want keeps fighting me.
“Aren’t you going to join us?” Tatiana purrs, running her long fingernails over Marissa’s now exposed tits. “Come on, Enzo,” she continues as Marissa’s hand disappears in between her thighs. “You can’t possibly tell us you’d rather fuck your sister over us.”
I snap my head back. “What did you just say?”
“That girl downstairs. She was your sister, right? Is that why you avoided us today? Were you too busy with her to entertain us?” Tatiana’s voice drowns with a moan as Marissa fucks her with her fingers.
Joelle told them I’m her brother? That we fuck? My jaw aches with how hard I grind my teeth. Wait until I get my damn hands on her.
“We won’t judge,” Marissa whimpers as Tatiana returns the favor, slipping her fingers past her panties. “We’ll even let her join us.”
“Excuse me, ladies.” I march toward the door. “I just remembered I have a business call to make. But you two enjoy yourselves. I’ll join you when I return.”
Bullshit. I have no intentions of that.
“Mmm, okay,” Marissa moans just as I shut the door behind me, heading a short distance to Joelle’s room. I don’t even knock as I practically tear the door off its hinges, finding her on the bed with a pillow over her head.
As soon as I come in, she jolts with alarm. “What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with your fan club?” She lets out a feisty snicker as she sits up. “I heard the cheers all the way here.”
“I’m exactly where I need to be.” The words come out harsh as I move closer to where she is, so beautiful and so goddamn stubborn. “What did you tell them downstairs while I was getting drinks?”
“Don’t you have cameras?” She folds her arms over her chest, the skin of her one shoulder exposed, making me want to yank it all off, to remind her how good we can be together, if only she lets go and lets me in. “Maybe you can press rewind and find out.” Her luscious lips tilt up with amusement.
A crude smirk lands over my mouth as I cut all the distance between us, standing right before her.
“I want to hear it from you.” My hand falls to her jaw, jerking her head up. “Tell me, Joelle. What did you tell them?”
“Well…” A smile teases the edge of her lips. “I may or may not have insinuated that you fuck your sister.” She shoves my hand away, lying back down onto the bed.
“I don’t have a sister.”
“Surprise.” A brow curves up. “You do now.”
“Are you cockblocking me, baby?” I lower onto the bed right beside her, my hand trailing up her leg, from her ankle, further, until my palm settles on her inner thigh, and I squeeze enough to get her shuddering.
“No. Just having fun at your expense.” Humor settles on her face, and I’d very much like to wipe it off with my dick deep down her throat.
Her gaze skirts to my cock, and I know she can tell how hard I am.
“Like what you see there, babe? Want to touch it and make it feel better?”
“Yeah, sorry, I don’t want something that doesn’t belong to me.”
I scoot closer, my hand now fledging to her waistband, fingertips riding under her shirt, stroking the skin there. “You think my hard-on is for them?”
“I heard you all.” Her breath goes all hoarse and wispy, her skin waking with goose bumps from my touch. “I’m pretty sure I know what happened. What I don’t know is why you’re here.”
“Let me clarify some things.” My fingers climb higher, her chest rising with my movement, lips parted with soft exhales. My hand lands right below her tits, brushing right under them. The swell of each one has me wanting to feel them in my palms. “I’m hard for you, Joelle. I’m always hard for you.”
She sucks in a breath, and I look deep into the calmness of those tranquil eyes, barely keeping it together from how badly I want to kiss that wide-eyed look from her face.
“And that shit you heard, had nothing to do with me. As you can hear”—I tilt my head toward the noise still very much happening—“they’re fine without me.
But you…” My fingers track up the side of her body, bare skin on bare skin.
“I have a feeling you need me more than you want to admit and I sure as fuck need you.”
Her expression turns wanton, cheeks flushed. “Enzo,” she whispers, her brows creasing.
“Yes, baby.” It’s not a question because I know. “That thing you feel deep inside, I feel it too.”
My hand falls back to her thigh as her hand lands on my knee, cruising up until she holds my cock in her grip, her hand stroking once as she draws her body near mine, until her breath storms over my mouth.
“Fuuuck.” My entire body comes alive, not wanting her to stop touching me.
My gaze narrows. “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”
“Do it, then.” She sighs with a raspy moan.
Oh hell.
“If that’s really what you want, then tell me. Was he your boyfriend?” I squeeze my hand, a finger brushing up her pussy.
“You first.” She tightens her fingers around my cock. “Did you fuck Kora?”
“Who?” I groan as she massages my hard-on.
“The girl at the strip club. The one you went to the back with.”
“Joelle, no. Fuck, baby.” I hold her cheek in my hand, my face twisted up. “That’s what you thought?”
She nods.
“I haven’t touched anyone since meeting you. I don’t want to.”
She bites into her lower lip and I want more than anything to kiss this woman.
“Your turn.” A hand falls to her jaw and I grip it tight as I stare into her eyes. “Was he your boyfriend, Joelle?”
“No.” She shakes her head, those eyes glossing over with emotion. “He was nothing.”
In a flash, I’m on her, my body pinning hers onto the bed, my knee in between her thighs, her wrists caught in a tightened grip above her head.
“No one has made me feel what you do,” I confess, slowly lowering until the tip of my tongue traces up her lips, my breath weaving over the curve of her jaw, down to her neck.
A sigh wrapped in the smallest moan makes it out of her, like she’s fighting hard not to show me how badly she wants this. Wants us.
Gently, I kiss the delicate skin of her neck, right over that rapid pulse beating against my tongue. “I sure as hell wouldn’t kiss my sister like this.” A smile fits over me as I pepper her with more tender kisses.
Her hands break free from my grasp, a palm clutching the back of my head, nails grating up my scalp, her hips rocking against my knee. “Enzo…” The whisper of my name has my cock surging to feel her wet and tight around me.
“If I didn’t know you were hurt before,” I say, lifting my eyes to the tortured look of desire on her face.
“That you were treated roughly by a man whose hands you didn’t want touching you, I’d have torn off your clothes and fucked you like a savage already.
” I clasp her cheek, my heart damn right shredding from the mere thought of what Roman did to her, what others may have done.
“But I won’t be another man who hurts you. I’d never fucking do that.”
“Is that why you beat up Roman?” Her eyes glisten with the tears hidden behind them, her voice imprinted with vulnerability she doesn’t always show. I consider it a gift when she feels comfortable to let me see it.
“I didn’t just beat him, Joelle. I killed him. Painfully.”
Her sharp intake of breath, those brows stitching closer, doesn’t stop me from telling her the rest. “I’d kill every last goddamn one who dared to lay a hand on you.”
She gasps from the shock of my confession. “Why do you care so much?” Her words tremble out as she looks at me with so much sadness there. “I don’t deserve any of it.”
“You deserve everything.” I drop my lips to hers, leaving a barely there kiss.
She palms my face, both of us holding each other in more ways than one, both of us broken in our own messed-up way. “I wish we could’ve met before…” She trails off as her eyes blur with tears.
“Stop wasting time trying to find something we’ll never have. This is us, baby. Right here. Right now. And there’s no one I’d want more than you. This version of you.” I kiss the tip of her nose, breathing her in. “Stop building walls when all I’ve ever wanted to do was break them.”
Her chin trembles as I wipe under her eyes. “What do you want, baby? Stop overthinking, just say it. What do you want?”
“You, Enzo. I want you.”
“You have me. You always did.”
I capture her lips, inhaling her, feeling my body fill up with life as she kisses me back. The gasping breaths, the groans, they hungrily tear from our hearts, my tongue spearing into her mouth with a maddening frenzy, her hands clawing up my back, lifting the shirt tucked within my waistband.
I never want this to stop.
My hand sails down her hip, wanting to feel her come on my fingers. I can’t fuck her. Not yet. I want this to be slow. I don’t want her to regret a moment between us.
Reluctantly, I pull back, both of us breathless. I sit up, tugging at the top of her leggings and I start to peel them off. “I know how to be gentle too, Joelle. I’m gonna show you.”
She holds my gaze, arching her hips, letting me slip them all the way down, my depravity zeroing in on the white lace thong covering that sweet pussy. I want more than anything to taste her, to know how she sounds while quivering on my tongue, but that’ll wait too.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, gliding back up her body, my lips returning to hers, moving gently, sucking on her tongue as my index finger pulls her panties to the side, stroking up in between her soaked softness.
“Baby,” I growl. “You need this bad, don’t you?”
“Please. I want to feel what you do to me. What you always do.”
“Fuck.” I suck in a long inhale, circling a fingertip around her clit, adding a second.
“I’m gonna protect you, every gorgeous inch of you.
” Without my eyes leaving hers, I ease a finger inside her, slow.
“No one will dare touch you again. From now on, my hands, they’re the only ones you’ll ever feel. ”
“Yes,” she cries, her hands fisting the bedsheets, her back curving as her eyelids flutter. “More. I want you deeper.”
“I’ll always give you what you want.” I thrust both fingers all the way.
She squirms, her heavy pants, those tantalizing moans of pleasure have me ramming harder, hitting her G-spot in a way that has my name spilling from her mouth, her walls clutching me tight.
I crash my lips to hers, never wanting to kiss another woman as long as I live. This is what it should feel like. I had no damn clue before—not until her. Nothing will ever compare to this. If she leaves me. When she leaves me. I’ll never be right again.
Maybe I could convince her to stay. That this home, with me, is where she needs to be.
“Harder,” she cries as we separate, her exhales fanning over me as her gaze bores into mine, her hand clasping the back of my neck. “I need it harder.”
So I give it to her, my curled fingers slamming inside until she quivers. “You feel so good, Joelle.” My thumb strokes her clit simultaneously. “You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“Fuck me, ple-please just do it.” The words tumble out of her in a hurry, and the tremor behind them has me wanting to do just that.
“Not tonight, baby. I want to take my time getting to know your body.” I drive harder. “And I want you to get to know mine.”
“Oh God, yes,” she cries, her walls clasping around me, pulling me in, my cock stiff and twitching against her thigh, needing inside her warmth.
Her body convulses, her whimpering coming stronger now, her pussy shuddering around me in waves.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Let me feel you. Let me hear it.” I prop myself on my arm. “Let me see those eyes as you come.”
“Enzo, yes...” Her voice falters, her gaze fastened to mine, and when she crashes, she doesn’t hide it. She lets me see it all, and I savor every moment.