I want to know what it feels like to be with a man who is scorching hot, exudes power, and is definitely an alpha. Plus, the energy he’s giving off feels like it’ll burn me alive. I have no doubt that I will not enjoy being with my future husband. This might be my one and only chance to enjoy a night with Enzo Andretti.
He pulls away from me a moment later, and the look in his eyes is what I can only call possession. It’s a look that says he wants to devour me and that I’m his.Well, at least for tonight that is.
“Let’s get out of here and go into the guesthouse where we can talk better. And trust me, we have a lot of talking to do,” he says huskily as he drags me along with him. He doesn’t give me a chance to accept or decline his offer. Not that I would’ve said no.
CHAPTER 5
ENZO
I grab Aria’s hand in mine and gently pull her along with me as we head out of the basement and into the backyard, before making my way to the guesthouse that’s just a few feet away. There’s a sense of urgency in the air between us, in my veins—well, more like my dick—as I hasten my steps. She doesn’t protest as she hurries along to keep up with my long strides.
Turning my head to look back at her, I see the deer in headlights expression on her face, like she can’t believe that this is happening. But there’s also an underlying current of excitement.
I would have left her alone if she really had been scared, but I can tell she wants what is about to happen between us just as much as I do. Even if she is a little nervous. I know at times, well, most of the time, I can come off as intimidating to people, but she seems to like it.
The faint sound of music comes from the house, and by now the party will be in full swing. Ma will be too busy entertaining her guests to come looking for me. Hopefully, she won't kill me when she sees me tomorrow, since I basically ditched her tonight.
I’m definitely going to be fucking little Miss Aria Bellucci soon, so maybe Ma will stay off my case if I just casually mention that I was hooking up with someone. If I let her think I hit it off with one of the women she introduced me to, maybe then she’d leave my ass alone.
I certainly wouldn’t be letting her know I was hooking up with Bernardo Bellucci’s only daughter, since the man still hates our family. Not that I’ve ever cared much about that shit. It has nothing to do with me, so I stay out of it.
As we continue walking down the lit path to the guesthouse, I can’t help but wonder what the hell is wrong with me. It’s like I’ve been put under some kind of fucking spell from the moment I took off her mask and stared into those brown eyes of hers. I’ve never wanted to possess or devour someone so much in my entire life as I do her.
Just the thought of sinking into her no doubt, delicious-as-fuck pussy has me struggling to walk with this fucking hard-on in my pants. I haven’t been this eager or excited to fuck a woman in a long time.
She’s quiet as she follows along behind me, her heavy breathing the only thing breaking the silence. I can’t help but wonder if it’s because she’s just as turned on as I am. I guess I’m going to find out soon enough.
We finally reach the guesthouse, and I open the door, motioning for her to step inside ahead of me. I point to the sofa for her to take a seat on, and she instantly follows my direction. That move alone makes my dick harder at the thought of her having a submissive side that likes to take orders.
If she does, then that’s something I’m definitely interested in exploring. Just thinking about bossing thePrincipessa around, to get her to do whatever I order, is exhilarating. I am dominant to a certain extent, but it’s not my whole personality.Just thinking of being that way with her makes my dick ache something fierce, pushing against my zipper.
Trying to get my mind off her and calm down, because I don’t want to scare her away with my intensity, I put some space between us and head to the other side of the room to the liquor cabinet. I need to get myself under control.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, please.”
“What would you like?”
“Whatever you’re having,” she tells me with a slight blush to her cheeks, and I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“I’m having cognac,” I tell her. It’s not a drink women usually go for, so she's definitely got me curious. Which is another thing that’s bugging me. I’ve never been this curious right off the bat about any woman. With her, I want to know everything there is to know. Her little quirks, what makes her tick, and every little minor detail about her. Yeah, I’m thinking I’ve finally gone off the deep end here.
“Yes. I’ll have the same,” she replies.
“Suit yourself,” I say, before pouring two glasses of the cognac and then walking back over to where she’s sitting and fidgeting on the sofa. She’s nervous but trying to act brave, and I instantly love that about her.What the hell? I can’t be pussy whipped when I haven’t even had said pussy yet. Something is definitely wrong with me. I might have to see a doctor. Since when did I become this mushy, even if it’s only inside my damn head?
I hand her one of the glasses and then take a sip from mine. She lifts hers to her mouth, and I watch her throat work as she gulps the liquid down. She drinks it in one go, and a moment later, she’s sputtering and coughing, which has a chuckle escaping me.
“What the fuck is that shit?” she questions, still coughing.
“A drink that little girls like yourself shouldn’t be drinking,” I tell her with a smirk, as I down the rest of mine without even a flinch.
I put my glass down on the table in front of us and glance at her. She’s watching my every move with an intense, smoldering look in her eyes, and I’m pretty sure the same is reflected in my own.
I don’t know who moves first, but one minute we’re drinking each other in, unable to look away, and the next, we’re crashing into each other in a tangle of arms.
Our lips smash together in a passionate kiss as we both fight for dominance, trying to be the one in control. I smile into the kiss because she has a lot to learn. I’m the one in control here, and I’m always going to be.