Chapter 23
ENZO
We're both tense as we make our way to the box and seeing her so upset has me second-guessing my actions for a brief moment.
This was all to make her happy. And all I did was make her sad.
But as I see other men's eyes slowly rove over her body, my decision is solidified. She needs to know there's no one else for her; that there can never be anyone else for her.
If I were a normal man, maybe this obsession, this addiction to her, would have had me questioning my sanity.
But I'm not.
And I find that I'm losing patience with this strategic approach.
What if she never trusts me?
As we take our seats in the box, I try to push those thoughts out of my mind.
The opera starts, and while everyone is focused on the stage, I have eyes for one person only.
Allegra's expressions are far more entertaining than a show I've already watched plenty of times before. I watch intently as she leans forward, her eyes widening at whatever's happening on the stage. She's entirely in tune with the performance—laughing, crying, and cheering.
And I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sight.
As soon as the intermission is announced, I guide her toward the bar, and I notice that she's not as tense as before. She's not automatically rejecting my touch, so I decide to get myself into her good graces again.
"I see you're enjoying the show," I say, the corners of my mouth curling upward.
"Oh, yes! It's wonderful. I have no words," she exclaims, and she starts discussing the plot of the opera, our previous interaction seemingly forgotten.
I play along, all too happy to see such joy on her face.
"Here," I say, offering her a glass of champagne.
Her brows draw together as she regards the glass.
"I've never had alcohol before," she says, but she makes no move to refuse it.
"Try it, but slowly."
She brings the flute to her lips, sipping some of the bubbly drink.
"My God!" Her eyes widen, a sound of pure pleasure escaping her. Forgetting my advice, she empties the glass and holds it out to me for more.
"Easy, little tigress."
"Please?" She flutters her eyelashes at me, and I almost groan.
Now, how can I refuse that?
I order another flute of champagne, and just like the other one, she empties it in one go.
"No more," I say, shaking my head when I see her expression.
"But…"
I tug on her elbow, guiding her back to the box.
The third act starts, and I expect Allegra to go back to ignoring me in favor of the opera. But even though her eyes are focused on the play, her body seems to inch closer to mine.
Her palm is suddenly on my thigh, and going by the way it moves around, she's definitely copping a feel.
"Allegra?" I ask, and a small giggle escapes her.
I raise her chin, and her eyes are completely glazed over.
"Allegra, are you drunk?" A droll smile spreads across her face.
Her hands reach out to grab on to my shirt, bringing her face close to mine.
"You…" she slurs, a crease appearing between her brows as she tries to find her words. "You say I'm yours, but… why can't you be mine too?" She squints at me, and one finger pokes me in the chest. "Not fair," she continues to grumble.
I'm trying but failing not to smile, the display entirely too adorable. But drunk Allegra goes one step further. Her face contorts in pain as she bites down on her tongue. She winces, revealing blood-stained teeth.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, concerned by her behavior.
"You..." She points at me, her eyes trying to focus. "You're mine," she says before grabbing my face with both hands and sloppily licking my cheek in the shape of the letter A.
Shocked, I can't even move.
I did not expect that!
"Now we're even," she says, a satisfied expression on her face, blood still around her lips.
People are shushing all around us, and even though it's bad etiquette, I scoop Allegra up in my arms, leaving the show.
The hallway and the entrance are empty, and as we make it outside, I realize it's raining heavily. Our car is at the end of the street, so there's no way we're getting there dry.
"Rain!" Allegra exclaims, jumping out of my arms and straight into the downpour.
I shake my head at her obvious enthusiasm—the girl can't drink!
"Allegra!" I call out to her, but she's busy spinning around in the rain. The dress she's wearing is already soaked, sticking to her curves like a second skin. The light color of the garment leaves little to the imagination.
Her nipples are straining against the material, puckered and erect. Even the contours of her stomach are visible, all leading to her pink panties. They are the highlight of the show, like a neon sign saying fuck me.
And I'll be damned if it doesn't work.
I rush to her side, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer, ensuring that no one can see her.
"Let's go home," I say, but she just shakes her head, a silly smile on her face.
"No!" She pushes hard against my chest, managing to put some distance between us. "Free… I'm free!" she shouts before starting to giggle.
"Little tigress," my fingers wrap around her hand, twirling her around until her back is fitted to my front.
I wonder if she can feel the outline of my hard cock, wedged right between her ass cheeks, the flimsy material between us just a weak barrier.
My hand is around her waist, resting against her stomach and pressing her into me.
"Enzo," she releases a throaty moan, her head falling back, giving me direct access to her throat. I nibble at the exposed skin, and she grows even more restless in my arms.
"What do you want, little tigress?" I ask, thrusting my hips into her back, my hand swirling circles across her wet skin, going lower and lower until it's lingering on top of her panties. "Tell me," I say as one finger dips between her legs.
We're in the middle of the square, in the pouring rain, where everyone can see us. Yet there's something freeing about this… about the way she's not fighting me for once.
"I don't know," she stifles a sob as her hand covers mine, begging me to keep touching her.
"Home… we need to get home," I whisper in her ear, and she gives a small nod, still completely stuck to my side.
We make it to the car, and I instruct the driver to be fast.
The entire ride home, Allegra's hands are playing with the buttons of my shirt, her touch tentative and innocent, yet I'll be damned if it's not the hottest thing I've ever felt.
When the car stops, I carry her in my arms, going directly to our room and ignoring the curious stares of the staff.
"Enzo," she mewls as I lay her on the bed, quickly removing the wet clothes from her body until she's naked in front of me.
There's no shame as she arches her back, her heels digging into the mattress, thrusting her pussy toward me.
"I know what you want, little tigress, and I'm going to give it to you," I grunt as I quickly take my shirt off, throwing it on the ground.
The pants stay on because I barely trust myself like this, and I know we're not ready for that step yet.
But this…
My knees hit the mattress, and I spread her legs. Draping them on either side of my shoulders, I cup her ass and bring her pussy to my face.
She's squirming, my breath tickling the sensitive area.
I lay a gentle kiss at the top of her mound before I move lower, spreading her lips with my tongue and diving in.
I give her a long lick before I settle on her clit, sucking it into my mouth. A loud moan escapes her, and her hands find my hair, gripping it tightly. I continue to nibble at her bud, switching between sucking and circling it with my tongue, and using her reactions as directions.
It takes a while, but I start learning her cues. How the clench of her thighs around my head means to keep doing what I'm doing or how the slight pull of my hair means I should change my focus.
My mouth goes lower, teasing her entrance with my tongue. She's dripping wet, and pride swells in my chest at the thought that I'm the one causing this reaction in her.
I push my tongue inside, stroking her deeply.
"E…" she starts, trailing off when I insert one finger, feeling her tightness around me.
I move my finger in and out, using my tongue to play with her clit.
Her juices are all over my face, and my senses are completely overwhelmed by her scent and taste.
My cock is straining against the zipper of my trousers, and I can feel beads of pre-cum leaking, staining the material.
Trying to forget about my aching balls and desperately hard cock, I focus on her pleasure instead, her little sounds better than any orgasm.
She's everything I ever thought she'd be and much more…
I continue to fuck her with my finger, my mouth wrapped around her clit when I feel her walls tightening.
Her back arches, and her body tenses right before she squeezes the life out of me with her thighs.
"Enzo," she whimpers, my name on her lips as she comes is all the satisfaction I need.
I raise my head and watch as her eyes flutter closed, her mouth open, stuck on a never-ending note.
Moving slowly up her body, I lay small kisses all over her chest until I reach her mouth.
Her eyes snap open, staring at me.
"Kiss me," she whispers, and what can I do but oblige?
I lay my mouth on hers, reveling in the feeling of having her willing under me, even though I know she may not be as pliant come morning.
So I just take advantage, kissing her to the fullest, enjoying the slight brush of her nipples against my naked chest.
"Easy, little tigress," I whisper against her lips as her pussy keeps rubbing against my cock.
I'm one second away from exploding and she's not helping my self-control.
"Mhmm," she whimpers, and I move to the side, afraid that if this continues, I might do something we'd both regret.
"Sleep," I kiss her forehead, hugging her from behind and waiting for the guilt to come.
I crossed a line tonight, I'm well aware. I'd purposefully given her the champagne, hoping she'd loosen up a little and we would stop fighting, at least for one evening. But her reaction had been wholly unexpected. She'd lost all inhibitions, and I took advantage to the fullest.
As much as I'd like to convince myself this had all been for her, a part deep within me knows—it was all for me.