Page 40 of A Deal in Darkness
Byron leans forward and sucks air between his teeth. “She is special. I'd congratulate you if I weren't so damn jealous.”
Enzo's fingers move further down my back and I know the game he's playing.
She's mine, not yours.
You can look, but not touch.
I'll do what I want, and you won't stop me.
It's crude. It's despicable. It violates my self-worth.
It's turning me on.
Enzo's claiming me as his and there's not a damn thing Byron can do about it.
My clit throbs, and it's uncomfortable. I shift my weight and Enzo's hand grabs my waist.
“Still, baby. Stop fidgeting.”
He stares at me and for a moment he makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. That I'm precious. That I'm cared for. Worshipped and adored.
I move my legs again and Enzo turns me so I'm facing him. He lifts my chin and his stare intensifies, putting me even more on edge.
“I said stay still.”
He kisses me and I'm surprised by the noise I make, moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck, that sound,” Byron rasps.
Enzo's hand slips to my ass and I stay completely still. Frozen. Heart racing, butterflies fluttering, pussy aching.
“Enzo, can I change your mind? I'll be gentle with her. I'll give you something in exchange. Something you want. Almost anything.”
Enzo's muscles bulge as he tenses. “She's mine and you forget your place.”
“Lord, I've rarely asked for much. You've never been unwilling to share before.”
I moan as Enzo's fingers dig into my ass and I'm ready to admit I'm aroused. The atmosphere is charged and his touch is electric, and when I look over my shoulder, the sight of Byron coming undone only heightens my excitement.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I turn and Enzo's staring at me, eyes darker than the darkest night. He's impossible and the amusement in his face has me feeling all sorts of things I shouldn't. All sorts of wickedly exciting things.
“Byron's making a very generous offer, Adriana. His unconditional loyalty in all ways and for all eternity for some time with you.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek, catching my bottom lip with his thumb and pulling it down. “It's tempting. But I'm not inclined to share you.”
I shake my head and arch an eyebrow. Enzo's eyes question what I'm doing and I decide to be bold. Assertive. Insane.
I bite his thumb and he gasps, smirking as he pushes it further into my mouth.
“You're in luck,” he says to Byron. “She's just walked herself into a world of trouble. You can watch, but you donottouch her.”
I grate my teeth down his thumb, and Enzo pulls it away, smashing his mouth onto mine. He's rough and quickly takes control, leaving me panting as I try to keep up with him.
“So much trouble, baby.”
He gropes my breast through the thin lace and my nipples catch on the fabric. He pinches one hard, and I whelp as pain shoots straight to my clit. Enzo doesn't stop, pinching and twisting as I cry and arch my back, held in place as I protest and my clit throbs.
I'm hauled onto his lap, unceremoniously turned around and my back's pulled against his chest. Enzo wraps his hand around my throat, tight enough to hold me and force an arch in my back again.
