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I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
His mouth twisted in a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”
He dragged me over to his motorcycle. “We’re leaving. It’s time you and I came to an understanding. Get on the bike.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Get on the bike, Bianca.”
“I can’t get on that thing. My skirt is too tight. Just let me leave, Enzo.”
My black pencil skirt was wrapped tightly around my hips to just below my knees.
His gaze raked over me. “No.”
He reached into his saddle bag and pulled out a switchblade that he flicked open. The sharp blade gleamed in the sun.
My eyes widened. I held up my palms and tried to pull out of his grasp. “Wait! What are you—”
He wrenched my body against his. His breath brushed my mouth as he spoke. “Hold still.”
The air in my lungs seized.
There was an insistent pressure between my thighs.
Oh God.
Then the sound of fabric tearing.
He had sliced the blade down between my thighs, cutting the front of my skirt from my panties to the hem.
I bent over and grasped at the edges, trying to pull them back into place. “Are you insane?”
“Quite possibly.”
He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me onto his motorcycle. The warm metal pressed against my inner thighs.
I frantically reached for the handlebars as the metal beast pitched awkwardly to the side and righted itself as he climbed on behind me.
His mouth brushed my ear. “Put your feet on the crash bars.”
I placed my feet on the metal bars on either side of the front wheel.
The motorcycle roared to life and pitched forward.
The crowd of onlookers separated as we raced out of town.
CHAPTER9
BIANCA
The motorcycle picked up speed as soon as we passed Santa Maria Church and hit the country lane which led to the smaller farm cottages on the outskirts of the village.
My sweating palms slipped on the smooth metal handlebars, making it a challenge to pull my body forward as I held my back rigid in an attempt to not touch him.
Enzo pressed his left hand flat against my stomach, pulling me back until my ass slid into the junction of his thighs. “Lean back against me,” he commanded over the sound of the engine.
His arm brushed the side of my breast as he reached for and gripped the left handlebar.
