Page 82 of Secrets of the Brother
Forced to wrap my arms around his neck for purchase, I realized he was naked except for a towel wrapped low around his hips.
He refused to respond as he carried me into the bathroom. The moment we crossed the threshold into the steam-filled room, he kicked the door closed behind him.
An enormous, frosted glass shower dominated one wall. Steam rose from the top.
The second my feet touched the plush bathroom mat, Enzo turned me around and unzipped my gown.
I grabbed at the corset bodice and spun to face him, confused at the sharp turn of events. “I don’t understand.”
He towered over me. “I’m not fucking you with the scent of another man’s cologne clinging to your skin.” He shifted his hand to grasp the front of my dress. “Or with you wearing a whore’s dress chosen for him.”
He wrenched the dress out of my grasp. It fell to the floor in a useless heap at my feet.
Since the tight corset structure didn’t allow for a bra, I was left in only my panties and high heels.
He wrapped his arm around my middle and lifted me off the floor. Taking several steps forward, he carried me into the shower. He fisted my long hair and yanked my head back, forcing my face under the full blast of the hot spray of water as he growled, “And I’m definitely not fucking you with all that makeup covering up your pretty face.”
I coughed and sputtered as I struggled in his embrace.
When he finally released me to close the door, sealing us in the enclosed chamber, I plastered myself to the tile wall on the far side of the shower. It quickly filled with more steam, slightly obscuring the sight of him.
I brushed my palms over my face, wiping the water from my eyes.
Enzo stepped close. He removed the now soaked towel from his waist and raised it to my face. “Close your eyes.”
I stared at him.
“Do as I say, Bianca.”
Not sure what else to do, I obeyed him.
He gently brushed the wet towel over my face, removing the remnants of my makeup, careful to avoid the scratch under my eye.
He tossed the towel over the glass shower wall and flattened his palms on the tile wall over my head. His bright emerald eyes, so different and unique from the rest of his family, studied me. “There’s my beautiful girl.”
He claimed my mouth. His tongue swept inside as his hand cupped the side of my neck, pulling me closer.
I moaned as my fingers delved into the soft hair on his chest, gripping and twisting it.
Enzo opened his mouth over mine and sucked in a sharp breath at the twinge of pain I caused, before devouring my mouth again, this time with an almost feral intensity.
He reached for my knee and pulled it up over his hip, pushing against my core.
With my high heels still on, his hard cock pressed against my stomach.
I closed my jaw slightly, scraping my teeth against his tongue as he licked and laved. He nipped at my lower lip in return.
Fuck. This man was sweet poison to me.
When he broke the kiss, I leaned against the shower wall, breathless, taking in the absurdity of the situation.
He reached for a bar of soap. It appeared an almost unnatural bright white next to his tan, work-roughened hands. Enzo may be the heir to a billionaire fortune, but it was no secret he worked the grapevines next to his men, side by side with his father and brother. He slowly, methodically flipped the bar over and over in his palm, lathering it.
He looked at me through a lowered brow. “Take off your panties and heels.”
I opened my mouth to object.
Before I could, he said, “Don’t.”
