Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Chloe&Enzo
Chloe
I stepped into the private room with my legs turning to jelly. But not from fear—it was because my panties were soaked.
Because I was fucking anticipating this.
God. Chloe Bennett, you're done for.
The room was dimly lit. Enzo was already there, planted in the center of the sofa, one arm slung over the back. He watched me calmly with those black eyes, then tilted his head slightly, glancing at the spot next to him.
He didn't say a word, but the message was crystal clear.
I walked over and perched on the edge of the sofa, keeping half a cushion between us.
Enzo reached for a bottle on the coffee table and poured himself a whiskey. Then he grabbed another bottle and filled a second glass halfway. When he handed it to me, I looked down.
Orange juice. He remembered I didn't drink.
Last time I worked behind the club bar, a customer ordered me a martini to join him. I turned it down, saying I didn't drink. It was just an excuse. I was pregnant.
Enzo had been sitting at the other end, at least ten feet away. I figured he hadn't noticed a thing.
But he remembered.
My fingers brushed his knuckles as I took the glass—a tiny, barely-there touch. In this charged atmosphere, it made my hand tremble, sending the juice sloshing.
"What are you nervous about?" Enzo's voice dropped half an octave in the quiet room. "It's not our first time."
"Those two don't count."
"Why not?"
"One was an accident. The other, I had no choice."
Enzo's mouth twitched, just a flicker. "So what about today?"
"Today, my brain's flooded."
This time, he really laughed. Not some polite bullshit—a quick upward curl of his lips that crinkled the corners of his eyes. First time I noticed Enzo Falcone had a shallow dimple when he smiled.
It made him look even deadlier.
"I've got a question I've been dying to ask." He leaned forward, closing the gap. Those deep black eyes locked onto my face with brutal intensity.
"Why'd you leave that note?"
The note? Petty bastard. Didn't think he was still hung up on it.
With him staring me down like that, my cheeks burned out of control. His gaze was pure pressure, loaded with unreasonable possession.
I bit my lip, forcing myself steady.
"Because you're arrogant. You treated me like some whore you could pay off." I stared hard at the orange juice in front of me, avoiding his eyes. "So I had to knock your ego down a peg. Even if it was small, I wanted you pissed. That's it."
"Pretty much what I figured." Enzo chuckled softly, that low sound turning downright erotic in the dark room. I shifted my ass. God. My panties were so wet they'd leave a mark on the sofa.
"So answer me now. If you think I'm an unreasonable prick, why step into this prick's room? You know damn well what he'll do to you."
I didn't know what to say.
What could I say?
That when I danced out there, feeling your eyes on me, my body heated up uncontrollably? That every night after you left, I touched myself thinking of your face?
I couldn't say it. I just stubbornly dropped my head, dodging his aggressive stare.
Enzo's fingers shot out. His index and middle fingers clamped my chin, forcing it up. I had to look him in the eye. His face was inches away, hot breath brushing my dry lips.
"Look at me. Answer." His voice was low, gravelly, edged with dangerous command.
My brain shut down. My body decided faster than my mind. I closed my eyes, leaned in, and pressed my trembling lips to his.
A satisfied growl rumbled from Enzo's throat. He took over instantly, prying my teeth apart, tongue plunging in, greedy and tangled, claiming every inch of my mouth. He swallowed my gasps, kissing so deep and long he stole my breath.
My mind went blank. Legs weak, waist boneless. Enzo sensed it, ramping up the assault with his lips and tongue, body pressing forward.
I lost my balance completely, tipping back under his weight, sinking deep into the leather sofa. His massive, solid frame followed, pinning me between the cushions and him.
Something hard as iron pressed against me through our clothes.
Enzo
Her lips crashed into mine, soft and desperate, and fuck, it ignited something primal in me. I didn't hesitate—my tongue dove in, tasting her sweetness mixed with that faint orange tang from her drink.
Chloe melted under me, her body arching up like she couldn't get close enough.
I pinned her down harder, my weight trapping her against the sofa, that hard ridge in my pants grinding right against her heat.
She whimpered into my mouth, fingers clutching at my shirt, pulling me in like she needed this as bad as I did.
I broke the kiss just to hear her gasp, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping at the pulse point that hammered wildly under her skin. "You want this," I murmured against her throat, my voice rough. "Say it."
She didn't speak, just nodded, her breath coming in short bursts. Her hands fumbled with my shirt buttons, popping them open one by one, exposing my chest. I let her, watching her eyes darken with hunger as she ran her palms over my skin, tracing the muscles.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, using the other to yank at the straps of her dance outfit.
The flimsy fabric gave way easily, sliding down to expose her tits—full, perfect, nipples already hard and begging.
I dipped my head, sucking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while my free hand squeezed the other.
She moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hips bucking up against me. "Enzo... fuck..."
That's what I wanted—to hear my name on her lips like a plea.
I released her wrists, sliding my hands down her sides, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties.
She lifted her hips without me asking, helping me drag them off, leaving her bare and glistening under the dim lights.
God, she was soaked, her thighs slick with arousal.
I spread her legs wider, settling between them, my mouth watering at the sight.
But I wasn't rushing this. No, I wanted her begging, wanted to drag it out until she couldn't think straight.
I kissed her inner thigh, slow and teasing, my breath hot against her skin.
She squirmed, trying to press closer, but I held her hips down, keeping control.
"Patience," I growled, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh.
"Enzo, please..." Her voice was breathy, needy.
I smirked against her skin, trailing kisses higher, closer to where she wanted me.
My fingers parted her folds, exposing her completely, and I blew a cool breath over her clit, watching her shiver.
She was dripping, her body clenching at nothing, desperate for friction.
I finally gave in, flattening my tongue against her, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from her entrance to her clit.
She cried out, hands flying to my hair, gripping tight.
Fuck, she tasted incredible—sweet and salty, all mine.
I worked her with my mouth, sucking her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue while I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her back arch off the sofa.
Her moans turned into whimpers, her body trembling as I built her up, slow at first, then faster, relentless.
I added a third finger, stretching her, pumping in and out while my tongue circled her clit, driving her wild.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her walls tightened around my fingers, hear it in her ragged breaths. "Enzo, I'm... oh God..." But I stopped. Pulled my mouth away, withdrew my fingers, leaving her on the edge, panting and frustrated.
"What the fuck?" she gasped, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
I hovered over her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking. "Tell me what you need."
She bit her lip, but there was no hesitation, no shyness. Her eyes locked on mine, burning. "I need you inside me. Now. Fuck me, Enzo."
That's my girl. I didn't make her wait. I shoved my pants down, freeing my cock—hard, throbbing, aching for her.
She reached for me, wrapping her hand around it, stroking once, twice, before guiding me to her entrance.
I thrust in deep, all the way, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, her tight heat gripping me like a vice.
I started moving, slow at first, letting her adjust, but she wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me faster.
"Harder," she demanded, and I obliged, slamming into her with brutal force, the sofa creaking under us.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I captured one in my mouth again, biting down just enough to make her cry out.
Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping, her moans, my grunts.
I flipped her over suddenly, pulling out only to position her on her knees, ass up, face down against the cushions.
She pushed back eagerly, and I grabbed her hips, plunging back in from behind.
Deeper this way, hitting angles that made her scream.
My hand snaked around to rub her clit, fingers circling fast while I fucked her relentlessly.
"Come for me," I growled, feeling her tighten again.
She shattered around me, her whole body shaking, walls pulsing, milking my cock. I didn't stop, riding her through it, chasing my own release. A few more thrusts and I was there, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, holding her tight as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
But once wasn't enough. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and went down on her once more, tasting us mixed together. She was sensitive, twitching at every lick, but I didn't let up, building her back up until she was begging again. "Enzo, please... I can't... fuck, yes..."