“Thank god,” I mutter. “She’s gone.”
“And you. You’re acting like a child yourself.”
“Me? She came over here and literally slapped me. What was I supposed to do?”
“Be better than her.”
“Be better? This is coming from the man who shot my brother in the back after you kidnapped his wife and he was just trying to get her back. Don’t lecture me on being better. You locked me in that bedroom, giving me no choice but to jump from the window. You don’t get to act all high and mighty with me, Enzo. You are a bad man and you know it. Don’t lecture me like I’m a child when I was just standing up for myself.”
“I would spank you if you weren’t hurt.”
“So spank me,” I taunt. “I want to see you try.”
“Don’t test me, Kira.”
“Spank me. And I’ll go running to my dad and tell him everything.”
“You just said that you don’t want to risk your family getting hurt.”
I shrug. “I’ll still tell him. He’ll get you in line. I’m sure of it.”
Enzo sits down beside me. His sheer presence makes it hard for me to focus and think when all I want is to move away from him. Or sink in closer. I’m not sure which. It’s all so confusing.
“Would you like that?” he asks in a dark voice that is both terrifying and seductive at the same time. “For me to spank you?”
I swallow hard. “Of course not.”
“You’re not curious? Unless a girl like you has been spanked before. From all the men you’ve been with.”
I flush and force my eyes to stay locked with his. If I look away, he’ll know I’m lying. “Of course. All the men I’ve been with.”
“You have been with many of them. I just assumed. You never actually said.”
“I’ve been with hundreds.”
“Hundreds? You were sleeping with every man you met when you went out from under your father’s nose?”
“Yep,” I lie. “So many.”
“Then why do you look so scared to be around me?”
“Like I said. You shot my brother.”
He leans in closer to me until our noses are practically touching. Our lips are so close. If he just leaned in closer… “That’s a valid reason but I don’t think it’s the only reason. You’re keeping something from me. I can tell. You’re a liar. You haven’t been with hundreds of men. So tell me. How many have you actually been with?”
“That’s not your business.”
“The fact that I’m your husband now makes it my business. So tell me. Just give me a number.”
“You tell me first.”
“I’ve never been with a man,” he teases.
“You know what I mean. How many women have you been with? Unless you can tell me a number, I won’t tell you mine.”
He smirks. “I’ve been with thirty-eight women. I always remember every single one of them.”
“That’s not as many as I was thinking.”