The air in the room becomes uncomfortable. A heavy weight of things unspoken.
“I’ll get going,” Matteo says. With a whistle, he leaves the room, all nonchalant like he hadn’t tried to rape me.
“Why were you staring at Matteo?” Enzo asks in a dark voice.
“It’s nothing.”
“Do you like him?”
I blow out a breath. “No. How can you ask that of me?”
“Because you flirted with him the last time you met him and now today, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. So, I’m going to ask again: do you like him?”
“No.” I can’t look Enzo in the eye in case he can tell I’m keeping something from him.
Enzo walks over to me. His presence is intimidating and powerful. It would be sexy if I wasn’t so afraid of him finding out the truth. “You are mine, Kira. My wife. Not Matteo’s. I don’t like you looking at him like that.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it? What should I think when my wife stares at another man like she wants him?”
“I don’t want him.”
“Then prove it.” He leans over me, blocking me onto the couch.
His face is so close to mine. His lips so close to kiss. But all I can see is Matteo forcing me onto the ground. His hands on my body when I didn’t want them.
There’s a breath between Enzo and I before he places his lips to mine. It’s electric and intense. It’s passionate and wild. Kissing Enzo feels like I’m waking up from a dream.
“You are mine,” he growls before pulling my hips to the edge of the couch. “Do I need to remind you?”
His hands find the waistband of my jeans but it only makes me think of Matteo and I can’t help but scream. I push away from Enzo and curl into a ball.
He rocks back, stunned. “What’s wrong? You welcomed my touch before. In this very room to be exact.”
“It’s nothing,” I mumble.
“Clearly, it’s not nothing. Something happened to you when you left the house yesterday. What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Kira.”
“Enzo.”
He sighs, running his hand down his face. “Something happened. You were acting weird around Matteo.” He drops his hand as a frown crosses his face. “Wait a minute. Did… did he do something to you?”
“Enzo…”
“Did he?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter. If he did something to you…”
“Then what? You’ll kill him? He’s your friend. And I don’t want to be locked away forever. I want my freedom. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want you to lock me in a room for the rest of my life.”
“Tell me what? Kira.”