Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Kira
Spending all day all alone in Enzo’s big house with only my crutches to keep me company is not what I wanted for my life.
Already I’m bored and lonely and tired. I would go out but Enzo probably wouldn’t approve.
I could go to my brother’s house and talk with Natasha but if Maksim and my dad see me with crutches, things could go badly.
So, the only solution is to go spend the day with Enzo. Which is the last thing I want.
Yet, at the same time, I feel a tinge of excitement to spend time with my husband. Our kiss lit something awake inside of me and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
Enzo told me he was going to his nightclub to get some work done so after convincing his guard on duty at the house to take me to the club, I end up there within the hour.
Since it’s the middle of the day, the club is quiet except for a little bit of music playing softly through the speakers and a handful of beautiful women hanging out around the bar, talking with each other. The only other people are Enzo’s guards, stationed around the place.
I’m expecting Enzo to be in his back office like before but instead, I see him at the bar with the women… talking with them. Almost flirting with them.
A surge of rage consumes me.
“What’s going on?” I ask sweetly, hobbling over towards them. Damn these crutches. It’s hard to walk with confidence.
Enzo stiffens and turns around to face me. “Kira. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see my husband. Is that such a bad thing? I mean, we are married after all. Shouldn’t I be with you instead of someone else?”
A darkness crosses his face. He doesn’t like that I’ve ‘been’ with other men. It’s hilarious that he thinks so. If I can avoid telling Enzo that I’m a virgin, the better. Let me have some power over him.
“Well, I do like that you’re not out partying and getting drunk.” He turns to the bartender. “Don’t give her anything.”
I roll my eyes. So dramatic my husband is. I nod at the pretty blonde he had been talking to. “Who’s this?”
“One of my dancers. Crystal.”
“Crystal?” I stop the urge to scoff. Of course she’d have a name like Crystal. But this isn’t her fault that I’m married to Enzo and angry and confused and excited all at one. I shouldn’t take it out on her. “Nice to meet you.”
She offers me a small, tentative smile. “You too. It’s nice to finally meet Enzo’s wife.”
“So you know he’s married?”
“Yes?” she says, her smile wavering.
“And yet, you were still flirting with him?” I turn to Enzo. “You were clearly flirting with her.”
Enzo strolls over to my side, using his height to his advantage to tower over me. “Does that bother you? Are you jealous?”
Now I scoff. “Jealous? No. I don’t like you.”
“Then why do you look so upset?”
“Because you’re my husband. Show a little respect towards me.”
“I wasn’t flirting with Crystal. We were just talking. I talk with all of my dancers. I never get involved with them. Too messy.”
My beating heart calms down. “You’ve never slept with any of them?”
“In the past, I used to. But then I stopped when things got messy and I had to fire my old dancers. Now I never fuck any of the new ones.”
“And Crystal is a new one?”
Enzo smirks. Damn it. I shouldn’t let him see how bothered I am. “She is. I’ve never fucked her.”
I can’t help but flush a little and I hate that Enzo can see it. “You don’t have to use that word choice.”
“Why? Is it making you uncomfortable? For someone who has fucked men of her own, you sure do seem embarrassed.” He slides in even closer to me and I feel like I can barely breathe. All I remember is his lips on mine and how electric it made me feel. How I want that again.
“I’m never embarrassed. And just because I’ve been with men in the past, doesn’t mean I have to like every word you use. Doesn’t mean I can’t feel emotion.”
“Sure. Well, I have work to attend to. So you should go back home.”
“Work? Because when I came in here, you were just talking with Crystal. You weren’t working.”
“I was on a break. And I like being nice to my staff. Makes them more loyal.”
“Fine. But I’m not leaving.”
“Fine,” he clips back. “But I have work to do.”
“Then I’m just going to sit down over there.
You should be happy. This way you can keep an eye on me.
” I hobble over to one of the couches against the wall, trying to keep my head up and ignore the pitying looks people throw my way because of my crutches.
It’s just until the end of the week, I remind myself.
Then I can go back to being my normal badass self.
Enzo sighs before he heads back to the bar. I can’t hear what Crystal says to him but I can see her put her hand on his arm, almost like she’s checking to make sure he’s ok, when he’s the big bad scary mafia man and I’m the innocent woman who had to marry him.
A man enters the club. Looking dashing in his clearly expensive suit, this man is sex on a stick. He’s just as handsome as Enzo is. Maybe even more so.
“Matteo,” Enzo says as the man approaches him. They share a handshake. The rest I can’t hear but I notice them looking over at me. After a moment, Matteo walks over to me, while Enzo watches.
“You must be Kira, Enzo’s wife. I’m Matteo. A friend of Enzo’s.”
“Then why weren’t you at our wedding?” I would have remembered a handsome man like him there.
“I was out of town. Enzo and I have been friends for years. I felt bad for missing it. But I’m back now.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” I glance at Enzo, who’s still watching, before I turn back to Matteo. “Why don’t you sit down? We can get to know one another.”
With a chuckle, Matteo sits down beside me. Maybe a little bit closer than he should, given that my husband is watching but I don’t care. Let Enzo feel a little jealous that I’m talking to another man. I’m still angry with him for making me feel jealous in the first place.
“How has married life been treating you?” he asks.
I flip my hair over my shoulder. “It’s been horrible. Enzo is a bad husband.”
“That’s a shame. A beautiful woman like you should have a wonderful husband.”
“I know, right?”
Matteo’s little smile makes my heart flutter. He is disarmingly handsome. With a glance at Enzo, I see him scowling in our direction. Good.
“You are not shy, are you?” Matteo asks me.
“Not one bit.”
“It’s a dangerous game, flirting with another man right before your husband’s eyes.”
I wave a dismissive hand. “Enzo can deal.”
“But I should probably go before Enzo gets angry with me. Have a nice day, Kira.” He walks away before I can say anything else. I pout.
Enzo comes storming over to my side the moment Matteo leaves. “What was that?”
“What was what?” I ask as innocently as I can, batting my eyelashes.
“You and Matteo. You were flirting with him.”
“Was I?”
“I have eyes, Kira.”
I stand up – which isn’t graceful with my crutches. “So do I. You and Crystal were flirting with each other and yet, you tried to deny it.”
“So you flirted with Matteo to get under my skin. Is that it?”
“Matteo is handsome. Why wouldn’t I flirt with him? I’ve flirted with a lot of men before.”
“Because you’re married to me.”
“And you’re married to me,” I snap back, getting as close to his face as I can.
Enzo smirks as he stares me down. “You are trouble.”
“You knew that and still married me. So who’s fault is it?”
In one smooth motion, he picks me up into his arms bridal style.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he walks me towards his office, leaving my crutches behind.
Without a word, Enzo sets me down on his desk and then slams the door closed. His eyes rake over my body with a dark intensity that makes me shiver.
“You want to test me?” he growls, bracing his arms on either side of my hips. “Then I’m going to make you forget about flirting with any other man from now on.”
He pushes the end of my dress up and rips my panties down before I can even take a breath in. I gasp when his hand touches me right between my legs. I’m even more shocked when I feel a wetness seep out of me. I know I hate Enzo but clearly my body doesn’t.
Enzo keeps his eyes locked with mine as he rubs me between my legs. My hips buck up. God, it feels good. I’ve touched myself before but my own hand is nothing in comparison to Enzo’s. His touch is firm and bold while my own touch was light and airy. Enzo is making sure I know I’m his.
His fingers press down on my nub, making me gasp. The pleasure is instant. It’s intense.
“What are you doing?” I whimper, spreading my legs wider for him without even thinking about it.
“You thought you could flirt with another man right before me? You need to know that you belong to me now.”
“Never.”
He only huffs right before he kisses me.
The passionate way our lips and tongues tangle together makes me breathless.
If I wasn’t afraid of Enzo finding out I’m a virgin, then I think I would give myself to him right here and now.
I’ve always wanted to experience pleasure.
It was just my fear of my father’s disapproval that kept me from exploring things with other men.
But now I’m married. Nothing is stopping me. I could give myself into Enzo if I want.
And in this moment, I want it.
He flicks my clit over and over and over again. My arousal is coating my inner thighs. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. Enzo is consuming me.
“You are mine,” he growls, pressing down hard on my nub. I jerk my hips into his hand, needing more. Needing release. Needing to know the touch of a man. “No other man will touch you from now on.”
“I hate you,” I hiss.
“I hate you too. You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Then why did you marry me?”
“Because I needed to make you mine.” With those words, he kisses me again right as his fingers press down perfectly onto my nub.
My orgasm hits me in a gush of pleasure. I whimper against his lips. Enzo cups his hand over my pussy, as if he’s trying to find any way to claim me.
“I could fuck you right now,” he says darkly.
“Then do it,” I taunt.
“Don’t test me, Kira.”
“Are you a coward?”
For a beat, our eyes lock together and I think he’s going to actually do it… before he pulls his hand away, places my underwear back into place, and pushes my dress down.
“Your ankle still needs time to heal. That’s it for today.”
I nod at his waist, where I can see the outline of his erection. “I don’t think your body agrees with you.”
“Just go back home, Kira.”
“You don’t need me to help you with it?” I am curious to know what he looks like. What it would feel like to have power over him.
“Just go home.” He walks out of the office and comes back a moment later with my crutches.
With no other choice, I leave his club, trying to keep my head held high, even as I feel the eyes of Enzo and Crystal on my back.