Chapter 26 Allegra
ALLEGRA
The weeks pass, and I find that even Lucia's taunts have become muted sounds in my ears. Not when I feel like I'm grasping at real happiness for the first time in my life.
I'd been skeptical about Enzo from the beginning, mostly because I'd seen the danger he could cause my heart. And so I'd closed myself off, and I'd tried to ignore these strange feelings growing inside me.
Until I couldn't anymore.
When was it that I started seeing him differently?
Was it when he defended me in front of his mother and Gianna, or was it when his small gestures of kindness slowly but steadily started to make my heart beat faster?
While we've maintained our separate sleeping quarters for now, we've been spending time together almost every day. Even my bucket list is nearing its end.
Just last week, he'd taken me to the Met, and we'd browsed the galleries together for hours. I'd never realized just how knowledgeable he was in history, and he had a small anecdote for each artifact we viewed.
Probably the most memorable visit had been the one to the Strand, where he'd bought me no fewer than fifty books. I'd gone mad when I'd seen so many titles in one place, and I couldn't stop myself. He had even encouraged me to get more.
I'd swung from one aisle to another, excitement pumping through my veins as I found yet another book that interested me. I'd even picked up some romance novels, and this time he hadn't made fun of me.
With so many good things happening to me in such a short period of time, I have to wonder if it's not a dream. I've never had anyone be so kind to me before, aiming to please my every whim.
Enzo, for all his superficial charm, is a much more complex person than I'd given him credit for, and I still feel like I'm barely scratching the surface.
"Where are we going?" I frown at him as he ushers me out of the house and toward the car.
"It's a surprise." He winks at me, making no attempt to explain himself.
It takes us a while to reach the city, and the car stops in front of a colorful shop. He helps me out of the car and leads me inside.
The moment I step inside, I realize it's a pastry shop, but we're the only customers.
"What's this?" I ask when he shows me to a table filled with an assortment of sweets, cakes, and biscuits.
"I know how much you enjoy sweets, so I rented the shop for a day. You can try everything and eat to your heart's content."
I look at him in wonder. Just when I thought he couldn't surprise me even more—he goes and does something like this. If he continues being this sweet, then I might as well eat him too.
Taking a seat, I have a hard time deciding what to start with. I try some of the small biscuits, my eyes closing with a sigh of pleasure at the heavenly taste.
"God, Enzo, this is amazing," I moan as I take a bite of a cake, the chocolate flavor bursting in my mouth.
"I'm glad you like it." He's staring at me, a soft look on his face.
"Like is an understatement." I switch between chocolate and vanilla, becoming a little more adventurous and trying other flavors too. He got me everything—mango, raspberry, cherry, and even some flavors I've never heard of.
"Why aren't you eating?" I ask when I see that he hasn't touched anything.
"I'm waiting for my turn," his eyes twinkle with mischief.
"I'm so sorry," I burst out, realizing that I've been monopolizing everything. "Here, you can have some," I say, pushing the plate of eclairs toward him.
"You're done eating?" Tilting his head to the side, he raises an eyebrow at me, his gaze almost predatory. Geez, I didn't realize he was waiting for me to finish. Although I have to admit it's quite endearing that he doesn't want to steal my food.
I take a moment to debate if I'm truly done, but as I look at the rest of the cakes, I realize I can't have another bite.
For now.
Nodding, I expect him to dive in. Instead, he stands up and comes to my side.
"What are you doing?" I frown when he takes my hand and tugs me out of my seat. He doesn't reply. Instead, he uses one arm to swipe the plates aside, some of them crashing to the floor and breaking.
My eyes widen in shock.
What is he doing?
One finger trails up my leg, taking my long skirt with it and raising it up to my hips.
"I said it's my turn now." His breath is hot on my neck, his lips skimming the sensitive skin until he raises his head to look me in the eyes. His pupils are dilated, his irises almost black, and I lose myself in those depths.
His lips come down on mine, lingering for a moment before beginning their descent again.
"You…" I trail off when I realize his intention and why he'd insisted I wear the long skirt.
He hooks his fingers under the band of my panties, sliding them off my legs and bringing them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Anticipation builds inside me as he stuffs my panties in his pocket, salaciously winking at me.
I'm almost shivery as my hand reaches for his jaw, bringing him closer. The ghost of a kiss does not satisfy me—not anymore.
Our mouths mash together, tongues fighting for supremacy, teeth biting and nibbling.
His finger swipes the cream from a profiterole, bringing it to my mouth and wiping it over my face.
His tongue is quick to clean the mess as he licks and sucks, the coolness of the cream combined with the heat of his mouth enhancing the eroticism of the kiss.
Moisture gathers between my thighs and I clench them together, wanting to alleviate the discomfort, seeking something more but not knowing what.
There's a glaring emptiness inside me, and I'd like nothing better than for him to fill it.
"Please," I whimper, my fists clenched in his shirt, holding him closer.
"Please what, little tigress? I want your words."
"Make the ache go away," I whisper.
"Where do you ache?" His hands start trailing down my body, close to that place that needs him most. A breath catches in my throat as he stops just above my belly button.
"Here?" he asks in a husky tone, and I shake my head, trying to guide him lower.
"Here?" He moves only an inch lower, and while the teasing might be amusing to him, for me, it's pure torture.
My hand comes down on his, shamelessly placing it between my legs.
"You want me to pet your greedy little pussy?" His words leave me breathless, and the moment I feel his fingers at my center, my head falls back with a sob. He's playing with my wetness, spreading it around.
"You're so fucking wet, little tigress," he groans, inserting one finger inside me. My hips almost jump off the table at the sudden invasion, my mouth open in a sharp moan. "Tell me it's for me. Just for me!" His words are biting in my ear, his harsh tone arousing instead of scaring me.
"Yes, just for you. Please," I answer promptly, anything to make him move. The compulsion to have him deeper, filling me further, makes me buck my hips against his hand. He's given me my first taste of lust, and now I want it all.
All too soon, he's gone from my body. I open my eyes, feeling inflamed and bereft. He's standing in front of me, his expression a mixture of desire and curiosity, as if he's seeing me for the first time. All too soon, this changes, a slow, sensuous smile spreading across his features.
He brings his finger to his mouth, my wetness still coating the digit. He wraps his lips around it, sucking, and I don't think I've ever seen something more tantalizing.
My nipples are painfully erect, they too waiting for his attention. But for now, I just want him back inside me, an insane craving for both pleasure and pain ravaging my body.
God, what's happening to me?
I want him to ravage me, to plunge into me and tear me apart only to put me back together again. And somehow, as I look into his eyes, I know he feels the same.
"Enzo?" I ask tentatively when I see he's just staring at me. I want to shout at him, to beg him to simply take me, but my pride won't let me go down that road just yet.
He's on his knees in front of me, parting my legs. Then I feel his tongue—a long swipe that has me writhing under his assault. His palms are on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he brings me closer to his mouth.
He wraps his lips around my clit, teasing, suckling, and making me squirm. I grip his hair, tugging at it as he continues his onslaught, my nerves tingling from all the sensations.
He thrusts two fingers into me, a stinging, tight fit that makes me gasp.
He pumps them in and out of me, his teeth nibbling at my clit, and a cascade of feeling descends upon me.
It starts with a slight trembling that turns into an electrifying, all-body shudder.
I clench around him, my breathing harsh as I'm coming down from my high.
He doesn't stop, though. He continues to work his fingers in and out of me, and soon they imitate a scissoring movement.
"Ouch," I wince, feeling a sharp pain. I pull at his hair, the pleasure gone and leaving only pain in its wake. "Enzo," I push at him, and at last, he stands up, a trace of blood on his lips.
"What…" I frown as he takes his fingers, both covered in a mix of my arousal and blood, and licks them.
"You're mine now, Allegra." His hand grasps my jaw, bringing my face to his. "Your virginity is mine." His words confuse me, but I don't have time to debate what he's talking about as his mouth comes crashing down on mine. On his tongue, I taste myself and a tinge of iron—the blood of my virginity.
He grips my nape and holds me to him, the savage assault of his kiss messing with my senses.
This should be wrong.
And yet it can't be. Not when I return the kiss full force, leading him between my open legs, my hands going to his trousers.
Pain… more pain and more pleasure.
I'm ready for everything he has to offer.
I dig my heels into his ass, the bulge of his pants coming in direct contact with my drenched pussy.
"Please," I beg, every other thought leaving me except him.
He chuckles, his hands coming on top of mine to stop me.