Chapter 13
I’ve never given much attention to the color purple. It’s a fine color, looks beautiful painted on the flesh of those who choose to disobey me, but it has never been an intriguing color.
But purple on her, I’m burning alive. Doused in kerosene and lit on fire by the way it brightens her brown irises and warms her fair skin.
Fuck.
“Enzo, your legs are longer than a giraffe’s, would you slow down?” Her little feet scurry against the gravel as she tries to keep up. My steps slow, not realizing how eager I had been to show her our club.
Cloud Nine is ours, probably the only thing we’re proud of. Mamma’s vision come to life and I’m like a kid who can’t wait to show off his new toy to the class.
When I met with Rafael this morning and he told me Nova was taking her on a tour of the club, I said fuck to the no. Partly because I’m excited to show her our work, but mostly because I wanted another excuse to be with Lucy.
Lucy Sinclair is a bit of a fucking enigma right now. My brain wants to flay her open and dissect what’s inside, find out what draws me to her. I want to study her, experiment on her, to figure out what kind of witchcraft she’s using to ensnare me.
It’s the only way to describe what she’s done to me. I’ve had flings here and there, but no one has come close to the obsession I’ve felt for this aggravating woman.
She’s a fucking siren, calling me into dangerous waters and even though I’m fully aware it’s a bad idea, I can’t help but want her. All of her.
I want to know how she spends her time. I crave to memorize her body, her mind, her attitude, her softness.
I want to show her what it’s like to dream, what it’s like to live on the edge, to feel fear and pleasure mixed into one confusing moment.
I want to know what it feels like to have her thighs wrapped around my ears, what it’s like to hear her moans, to feel her fingernails claw down my back, to feel how tight her pussy strangles my cock.
I want it all while I can.
Is it crazy I’m this obsessed so soon? Oh, fuck yeah it is. But I never claimed to be sane.
This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been intrigued, but it’s the first time I’ve been obsessed. Rafael may think she’s simply my latest, but there’s something about Lucy Sinclair that makes my dick hard as fuck, my mind whirl, and my heart erratic.
Her mouth makes me want to simultaneously tongue fuck her and strangle her, maybe both at the same time. I’m off my fucking rocker for her. Especially with the noises she’s making behind me, little huffs of protest.
“I figured it out,” I say, stopping to let her catch her breath.
“Figured what out?” She snaps like I’ve pissed her off. Probably have. Let’s take it further.
Stepping into her, I sandwich her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilt it up. “How to get you to shut that bratty mouth up.”
“Excuse you?” she snarls, glaring at me with daggers.
“All I have to do is get you out of breath. You haven’t spoken a word since we left the Angels’ house.”
“Here’s three words. You’re. An. Asshole.” Her arms cross, pushing up her tits.
“I happen to love assholes, Lucy. That’s not the insult you think it is with me, baby.”
“You’re impossible!” she growls, shouldering past me. I turn on my heel but don’t chase after her…yet. Instead, I take my time watching those hips move in her black skirt.
I bite at my knuckles before she peeks over her shoulder, quirking a brow and then my feet find the ability to move again.
She stops at the door, tugging on the handle but deflating when she realizes it’s locked. When I come up behind her, I lean over her, typing in my set of numbers and smirk down at her when the door beeps, allowing us inside.
At this hour, the lights are all on and the space is disgusting.
But at night, she comes alive. This floor of Cloud Nine is your typical night club.
A large dance floor surrounded by a horseshoe of tables and booths, all in shades of pinks and blues, highlighting the heavenly theme.
Two bars run a full service on either side of the dance floor and a small stage hovers over the dance floor, suspended above the patrons.
Lucy’s head swivels, taking in each corner As she does, I take her in. I can’t fucking stop.
It’s unhealthy. I should be medicated.
“This is…not what I expected,” she finally says, spinning in a circle.
“What did you expect?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know…chains and whips. Beds littered with used condoms and dildos.”
My body vibrates with excitement as I brush past her, turning to whisper in her ear, “That’s on the floor above us.” Her little gasp makes my dick pulse. “Wanna see?
I take her up the next floor, showing her the private rooms, each one with its own theme. “This is our VIP section, or as we like to call it, Heaven. Where our Angels work.”
She peeks into some of the rooms and a faint rose color blossoms over her cheeks. Doesn’t seem like Little Doc is the freaky type. No worries, I can do missionary until she’s ready to explore the darker side of her desires.
Look at me, thinking like I’ve already parked my E-wagon in Lucypussyville. With the way this woman gives me hell, I might be working at it awhile, but fuck, the prize will be more than worth the wait.
“Ready to see HELL?” I ask when she’s finished peeking into the eleven private rooms.
“HELL?”
Linking my fingers through hers, I lead her back down the stairs to an elevator tucked into a dark corner of the club. I key in a code, and it dings, opening.
When it opens again on the basement level, a quiet “What the fuck?” leaves her lips, probably on accident.
I step off first, opening my arms wide and inhaling the invigorating scent. Leather mixed with sweat and a tinge of iron. The floors marinate in it almost every night and it always lingers, welcoming me home.
“This is HELL. The underground fighting ring Rafael and I run.”
Her mouth pops open as she takes in my haven. “This is where you get the money…”
She steps off the elevator and crosses her arms, triumphant like she solved some puzzle she had been working through. My brows knit together and my arms drop. “What money?”
“The money you pay the Angels with.”
I fucking deflate. “Nova fucking told you? That was my knight in shining armor moment, and she fucking stole it.”
Lucy giggles and I’m ninety-nine percent sure I just came in my pants like a thirteen year old boy. Holy shit, I’m going to have wet dreams to that sound later. “In her defense, I was asking a lot of questions.”
The little vixen steps closer to me and I can’t help but meet her halfway. “You are a bit of a pest in that regard.”
She moves closer and peers up at me like I fucking hung the moon. Note to self, add watch Lucy orgasm in the moonlight to my list.
“I’m impressed,” she whispers. She lifts onto her toes and her perfect fucking lips brush against the column of my neck, her breath feather-light against my skin.
“Yeah?” Fuck, I’m simpering like a nerd at a fucking Comicon. My logical head wonders why she’s all over me, but the head currently pulsating in my drawers overrules all and I’m going to enjoy her affections while I can.
“Yeah.”
When she takes a step back, I can’t stand it. Snatching her small waist, I pull her close, her toes barely touching the floor despite the heels she wears. “What else can I do to win over the lady?”
Her palms press into my pecs, and I don’t know if she can tell how fast my heart is beating but fuck me, I’m two seconds from needing resuscitation and all I’ve done is touch the woman. “I’m not a lady, but you’re off to a good start, I would say. Except…”
My heart falls into my asshole. “Except what?”
“That’s twice now you’ve touched me without my permission. I thought you were a good boy, Enzo Baby?”
My tongue runs over my teeth, and I chuckle, a small growl leaving me as I lean in and whisper in her ear, “The way your eyes beg me to fuck you and the fact your cheeks are as pink as I assume your pretty pussy is tells me you don’t want a man who asks permission, Lucy Sinclair.
You want a man who takes what he wants from your body, but a man who also makes you feel safe enough to give over that part of yourself freely.
That part of yourself you haven’t even discovered yet… have you?”
Leaning back, I force her to keep her gaze on me and me alone, taking note of her stalled breathing, my words halting her world. “Am I right, Doctor?”
A loud bang booms through the cavernous space, causing Lucy to jump out of my hold and I swear to fuck, whoever that was earned a hole on his Don’t Piss off Enzo punch card.
“Yo, E!” Carson, one of the cleanup crew, strides into the space, carrying a bucket and mop. “Didn’t know you’d be here this early. Your fight’s not till midnight? Right?”
“Your fight?” Lucy’s head whips toward me but if I thought she’d be pissed, I would’ve been wrong. The fucking woman looks…ecstatic.
Carson drops the bucket and mop, eyeing Lucy up and down like she’s a piece of meat. “Well damn, one of the new Angels, I presume?” He reaches for her hand and places a kiss on her knuckles.
Throat punch him, baby. Come on… One thing I know about my Little Doc is she doesn’t like to be touched by anyone without her permission.
The low-level fucktard moves in closer. “How much for a night?”
That’s it.
My fist snaps out, punching him right in the trachea, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to hurt.
“What the hell?!” Lucy snaps.
I throw my hands up when she glares at me. Me! Not Carson. “You took too long!”
“Too long to what?!”
I’m questioning which head of mine likes her murderous glare more…meanwhile, Carson sputters, trying to recover his breath. “E…” Another cough. “What the….fuck?”
“She’s not an Angel, Car! She’s mine.”
“Shit, man. Words would have sufficed!” he attempts to scream, but it comes out as a screech before he’s thrown into another coughing fit.
Lucy punches me in the shoulder, her little fist packing more power than I expect, and I jerk back. “I’m not yours, you lunatic fucking caveman!”
“Aren’t you girl genius? You should know the definition of the word denial, fits you to a fucking T. You may not believe you’re mine, Lucy Sinclair, but everyone else in this city will.”
“Oh my god,” she huffs as she storms back toward the elevator.
Carson steps up next to me now, rubbing at his throat, both of us watching her leave. “She’s hot.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarl, pointing my finger in his smug mug and Carson laughs like I’m kidding.
I’m not kidding. Carson may have been with Raf and I’s crew since he was a kid, fuck, he’s still a kid at only seventeen, but I will pluck out his eyeballs and gift them to Lucy as earrings if he makes a pass at her again.
He could be the first blind man in our ranks. What a fucking honor.
I leave him gawking at what he can never have and storm after Lucy. She punches in the code I didn’t fucking give her, sneaky Little Doc must have been watching my fingers, and the elevator opens.
I’m ten feet away as the doors begin to close. “Lucy! Hold it.”
She wiggles her fingers in a sassy wave goodbye, the key to my Mustang dangling off her middle finger as the doors seal shut and I slam my fist against the steel.
Checking my pockets, I find the key to the Cadillac SUV we loaned her, and I can’t fucking help but laugh, sneaky fucking doctor.