Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Enzo
Gianina looked up from her book, meeting my gaze for the first time that evening. Her lips parted, and for a moment, I thought she might say something.
Instead, she just smiled at me. That soft one she’d been giving me since we’d gotten back from the gorge earlier that afternoon.
She was acting different. She wasn’t as playful and teasing and she looked at me in a way that made my chest ache; a way that made me think she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
And that was dangerous.
“What do you think you’d be doing if we weren’t trapped in this cabin?” Gianina asked, her voice soft, almost teasing.
I didn’t answer right away. I took a few moments to think. Life would be easier if we weren’t there. But then, I wasn’t sure it would be better because it meant she wouldn’t be with me.
“Instead of this?” I asked, my voice gruff. “You mean not waiting for an impending ambush in a snowstorm?”
She shrugged, as though dismissing the question, but I could see the vulnerability in her eyes. "I mean if we hadn’t met," she said quietly. "If you didn’t have to babysit me."
The thought made my chest tighten. I wasn’t supposed to care about her. She was untouchable; forbidden. She belonged to a world I could never fully be a part of. I wasn’t born into it; I was allowed to be in it and I could easily be taken out of it.
But that didn’t stop the heat that flared in my chest when she looked at me with those eyes; like she saw deep into my soul even though we’d only known each other a little over a week.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, breaking the silence. “You know that’s not all this is anymore.”
She sighed and closed the book in her lap, setting it aside. Leaning her head back on the headrest, she folded her arms over her chest, the firelight dancing across her face. She looked so damn beautiful in that moment that it hurt. “Then what is this?”
We stared at each other for what felt like hours. The only thing I could manage to say is, “More.”
“You don’t have to pretend with me, Enzo.”
The tone of her voice unsettled me. She was too close, too aware of the things I was trying to keep hidden. I could feel the walls I’d built around myself starting to crumble.
When she’d almost fallen into the gorge, I’d never been more scared. The thought of losing her affected me more than I wanted to admit, and it didn’t make sense. She shouldn’t mean anything to me given the circumstances.
I stood abruptly, moving to the window to give myself a moment to breathe. The wind had picked up again, howling through the trees. Our reprieve from the storm was up, and it had come back with more force.
The silence in the cabin felt suffocating. I could still feel her eyes on me as I watched out the window, her presence like a weight that wouldn’t let me up.
“You should get some sleep,” I suggested, my voice more firm than normal, like I could somehow push the tension out of the room with a few words.
But she didn’t listen. She stood, slowly, as if she had already planned what she was about to do.
She crossed the room to where I stood by the window, her steps light on the wooden floor.
When she stopped beside me, her presence was overwhelming.
Her scent, soft and floral, wrapped around me, chipping away at my resolve. “Look at me, Enzo.”
I turned to face her, even though I knew I shouldn’t. We were heading down a path we couldn’t come back from, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to anymore.
Her gaze held mine, unwavering, like she was waiting for me to make the next move.
She took a step closer, her petite frame almost pressed against mine. “You don’t have to keep pretending,” she said, her voice lower this time, almost like a confession. “I can see it in your eyes, Enzo. I know what you’re feeling. I feel it too. We don’t have to pretend.”
My heart hammered in my chest. It was forbidden. Everything about this was wrong. My job was to protect her. Keep her alive. Nothing else mattered. But there was something in her eyes that made me question everything.
“Gia,” I whispered, my voice rough. I couldn’t breathe. The distance between us was gone. She was too close now.
She reached up, her fingers brushing the edge of my jaw, sending a shock of warmth through my body. My breath hitched, my hands clenched at my sides. She could feel it too. The electricity between us, the weight of the forbidden.
Closing my eyes, I fought the urge to pull her closer. But she didn’t. She leaned in, her lips soft against mine, tentative at first, as if she was testing the waters.
It was a kiss that set fire to everything I’d tried to bury—my desire, my restraint, my need. I kissed her back before I could think, before I could stop myself. My hands found her waist, pulling her flush against me, the heat of her body against mine a stark contrast to the cold outside.
The kiss deepened, and I could feel the walls I’d spent so long building collapsing, piece by piece. She wasn’t just a capo’s daughter. She wasn’t some fragile thing I had to protect. She was a woman, and she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
When we finally pulled apart, gasping for air, she was looking up at me with that same quiet intensity, her breath ragged, her face flushed.
“This is wrong,” I whispered gruffly, my forehead resting against hers.
She shook her head, her hands still on me, as if she couldn’t bear to let go. “It doesn’t feel wrong.”
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. It was wrong. But God, it felt so right.
I had no idea what would happen after this; what would happen when we stepped out of the cabin, when the danger passed and the storm finally ended. But for that moment, I didn’t care.
In that instant, there was no mob boss’s daughter. No wolf. No rules.
Just two people, lost in the storm together.
“Whatever happens between us… it doesn’t leave this cabin,” I stated, needing to have some sort of control over the situation.
“I know,” she replied, tugging at the hem of my shirt.
“Say it,” I demanded, needing her to be on the same page before we went past the point of no return.
“It doesn’t leave this cabin,” she whispered, her eyes full of desire and need.
Then, I lost it, succumbing to the desire that had been building from the first moment I saw her. Crushing my lips to hers, I picked her up and carried her toward my old room; the room that had now become hers.
I laid her on the bed, tearing my mouth from hers to take off my shirt and kick off my boots. As I looked down at her, I almost stopped.
Almost.
But she was too damn beautiful and the dam had already been broken. I’d deal with the consequences later.
Gianina slipped her sweater off and I pulled off her sweatpants. Seeing her in just her bra and panties almost made me come undone. She was fucking flawless and I couldn’t believe she wanted me.
I was one lucky bastard.
I wanted to savor every second I had with her since I wasn’t sure how much time we had; her father could call us back in a few days once the storm let up.
The thought made my stomach knot.
Covering her body with mine, our lips crashed together again. Gianina’s hands roamed over my bare skin, pulling me closer.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down her jaw to her neck, then to her chest. I wanted to take my time with her, especially since this was our first time together.
I froze, taking my mouth off her body. This would be her first time ever.
Our eyes locked as I sat up. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Gianina propped herself up on her elbows. “I want to. I want you to be my first.”
My dick throbbed. “Are you sure? This is something we can’t take back.”
She nodded. “I’m sure.”
I groaned, knowing we should probably stop and take it slow but not wanting to.
“Please, Enzo. I want you.” She sat up and took her bra off, baring her tits to me. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, about to lose control. She was barely legal. A capo’s daughter. I’d be killed if he found out.
And I didn’t give a fuck at that moment.
“If at any point you want to stop, tell me and I’ll stop.”
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.
I was back on her in less than a second, taking her nipple in my mouth. She moaned, almost instantly arching against me as I teased the sensitive bud with my tongue.
I took her other breast in my hand, squeezing it before rubbing the nipple between my fingers. Gianina squirmed beneath me as I sucked her nipples, alternating each one. The sounds she was making were music to my ears, and I wouldn’t stop until she was screaming my name.
After a few minutes, I trailed my tongue down her body, taking her underwear with me. Kissing her inner thigh, I swirled my tongue before lightly sucking the sensitive skin. Then, I nipped the same spot, making Gianina jerk and whimper.
Smirking, I moved to the other thigh, repeating the same actions. My dick strained against my boxer briefs, ready to get wet with some virgin pussy.
I was holding back though. I wanted to go slow; make sure Gianina was comfortable and had several chances to stop if she changed her mind.
When I was done with her thighs, I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to me. Licking my lips, I draped her legs over my shoulders and pressed a light kiss to her pussy lips.
She jerked again and I chuckled. I glanced up at her and our eyes met. “Can I taste you?”
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“Thank fuck,” I said before burying my face in her sex. Gianina cried out again, writhing against me as I licked her from her opening to her clit, then back down again.
I stuck my tongue inside her, swirling it around. Her hands went in my hair as I moved up to tease her clit, lightly sucking it in my mouth.
I pulled back to blow on it. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
She moaned when I went back in. I licked, sucked, and nipped every inch of her sex until she was shuddering against me. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”