Dinner with Enzo’s family was completely different than I imagined. I expected tense moments and for his dad to be, I don’t know… scarier? That man was probably one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, though I’m sure there’s many people out there who would wholeheartedly disagree.
Once we sat down to eat, everyone laughed and joked with each other. I even heard Marco chuckle. Enzo had to physically close my mouth when my jaw dropped after hearing the sound. I honestly didn’t think Marco was capable.
And where I was expecting to be interrogated by his wild family, they gently asked me questions every now and then, yet were never too invasive. I’m sure they’ve done some background checks on me and know a lot already, but they stuck to questions they wouldn’t find on there, almost as if they actually wanted to get to know me.
We’re staying at Enzo’s penthouse tonight, rather than the apartment he has that overlooks my store because he wanted to show me the place in case I ever decided I wanted to live here in the future. He even made a comment about it at the dinner table, and no one batted an eyelash about how fast things are moving between us, they just continued on with normal conversation as if everything that’s happened isn’t completely insane.
Though I guess when they run the Mafia and literally had an arranged marriage not too long ago, we seem pretty normal.
If Lia knew what was going on with me, I’m not sure whether she’d high five me or have me committed to the nearest psych ward. She’s away visiting her family in North Carolina for a couple of months because her grandmother is sick, so I won’t find out for a while. Whenever we talk, I keep the conversation about her, only giving vague details about what’s going on with me.
The ding of the elevator pulls me from my thoughts and Enzo guides me out, I’m not sure what the hell I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting the elevator to open up inside his living room. The place is a mixture of white, black and different shades of gray. There’s a large L shaped sofa pointing towards a huge tv that’s mounted on the wall.
The apartment is open plan, so I can see the kitchen from here, and it looks to be around three times the size of the one in the apartment we’re currently staying in, with a kitchen island that could rival the size of the kitchen in my apartment above the store. As well as being open plan, there’s full length windows, showing a beautiful view of the city skyline and traffic below.
“Say something, angel. You’re making me nervous as fuck here. Do you like it? Should I sell it? Should we keep it to use every now and then? What do you wanna do, uccellina?”
I turn around to gape at him. His expression shows his nerves, though I’m not sure why the hell he’s so nervous about me liking the place, it’s the most beautiful apartment I’ve ever stepped foot in, and that’s saying something considering I’ve been in Luca and Izzy’s.
“Why the hell would you move into the building we’re staying in when you lived in a place like this?” I ask incredulously.
His brows furrow. “I wanted to be closer to you,” he says causally, as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“And you’d really move into the apartment above the store if I wanted you to?”
Though I don’t really want that to happen. Not only is that apartment far too small for the both of us, but because I’d be way too tempted to go down to the store on days I’m not working. After everything that happened that day with Enzo and Dean, I’ve taken a step back and don’t work the shop floor as much, as well as giving Dean a well-deserved raise in order to keep him on staff along with the promise I’d do my best to keep my “scary ass boyfriend” away from him.
“Of course. I’d do anything for you, Robyn. Just tell me what you want,” he says.
“You really do love me, don’t you?” The weight of everything he’s done for me and everything he continues to do hitting me all at once.
“More than anything,” he replies instantly, not even having to think about his answer.
“Obsessed with me?”
“No one’s ever been more obsessed with a person the way I am with you.”
“You plan on sticking around?”
“I want you forever Robyn, just try and get rid of me. I’d probably try, if that’s what you wanted, but I’d never be able to fully stay away from you. I’d end up going back to watching you from the shadows and from the security cameras I installed in your apartment before I finally snapped and just fucking kidnapped you,” he says with shrug, like that’s totally normal.
He’s crazy, and I freaking love it.
He’s mine.
I close the distance between us and grab his arm, dragging him to the longer section of the sofa and shoving him down before climbing on top of him.
“Jesus Christ, angel,” Enzo groans as I straddle him.
My lips tilt up in a smirk. “I think this sofa needs testing out before I make any decisions, will you help me test it, baby?”
His nostrils flare as the nickname slips from my mouth before he takes a handful of my hair and yanks my head down to his and takes my mouth in a punishing kiss.
“Anything, angel. Anything you want, just say the word and it’s yours.”
“What if I wanted pizza from Italy?” I ask between pants as his lips trail across my neck.
“Then I’ll make the call and have the jet fueled and ready to go within the hour,” he murmurs against my skin.
“What if I wanted you to build me a library in this huge penthouse of yours?”
“Down the hall, third door on the left. I had it built after Izzy told me about your store, before I even met you. You’ll find most of your favorite books in there, I kinda stalked your Goodreads account so I knew what to buy.”
Butterflies swarm in my stomach at the knowledge that he built me a goddamn library, before he even met me, because he knew I liked to read.
“What if I wanted you to fuck me right now, like it’s the last time you’ll ever get the chance. What if I wanted you to give me everything you’ve got, no holding back this time?”
I know he has a wild side; I saw it that day in my office, but he’s always so goddamn composed around me, worried that I’ll break. What he doesn’t realize is that I want all of him, everything he has to give me and more.
He pulls away from me to meet my eyes. The unsure look on his face guts me. I don’t want him to be unsure of anything, especially when it comes to me.
“Are you sure about this, Robyn? I don’t want to hurt you. I was rough that day in the office and the thought of me hurting you nearly brought me to my knees.”
My heart thumps in my chest as I stare at him. “I’m sure.”
“You know the traffic light system in case it gets too much?”
“Green for good. Orange for slow down. Red for stop.”
“Good girl,” he coos before bunching up the material of my dress in his hands and pulling it apart. Rather than just tearing it over my head, he rips it in half, leaving me exposed and pulling a gasp from me.
He flips us both over, so he’s hovering above me and starts attacking my skin with his mouth. He trails kisses from the corner of my mouth, following a path down my jaw and neck until he latches his lips around my peaked nipple and making me cry out.
“So goddamn responsive, angel. You’re always so fucking ready for me. Tell me, Robyn, if I slide my hand further will you be wet for me? Are you aching for me? Is your pretty little pussy drenched, ready to beg for my cock?” His hand moves down towards my center ever so slowly.
“Yes! Please, Enzo,” I whimper.
He smirks. “You’re so fucking hot when you beg me, angel. You talk a big game, asking me to unleash my demons on you, but are you sure you can handle me? The real me? Because it’ll be rough, I won’t hold back, I’ll give you everything I’ve got. I’ll show you the deepest, darkest, ugliest parts of me and I’ll do it with smile.”
Goosebumps pebble on my skin as a shiver rolls down my spine at his words. He may see me as his angel, his little bird, but I’m far from fragile. I want to see the real him, the parts of him that he holds deep inside, the parts he tries to control when he’s around me. If this is ever going to work between us, then he needs to give me all of him, just like I’ll give him all of me.
“I’m sure, give me everything.” I shoot him a determined, pointed look and his eyes darken until they’re nearly black, the smirk he was sporting before is nowhere to be seen, and instead he looks at me like he wants to swallow me whole, he looks feral, and I freaking love it.
It’s like something inside him snaps when he grabs my hips and flips my body as though I weigh nothing. He pulls the rest of the fabric of the dress from my body and lets out a groan before positioning me so I’m on my hands and knees, completely exposed to him.
“Fuck, just look at you, I swear you’re the only woman on earth with the power to unravel me, to destroy me, to fucking break me apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left. You fucking own me angel, and I can’t imagine my life any other way. You own my goddamn soul, Robyn. But I also own yours. I own you. And now I’m gonna show you exactly what that looks like,” he rasps before landing a sharp blow to my ass.
The slap stings, but it also sends a spark of pleasure through my veins, and I can’t help the moan that comes from my lips, as though it’s being pulled from my soul to right out here in the open, waiting for Enzo to snatch it up and keep it as his. To keep a part of me as his.
“You okay?” I can hear the hesitation in his voice, as though the indecision to keep going is tearing him apart. I know him, and I know that the thought of him actually hurting me, causing me pain is killing him. He’d rather drown himself in his own blood than ever cause me the slightest bit of pain.
“More,” I plead.
