The corset hugged my chest, pressing my boobs up into high peaks as the fabric shimmered. Untying the laces on the corset, I loosened it and watched as Enzo's eyes narrowed in on the slim expanse of skin between my breasts as the two sides parted and they slipped back into their natural place. Unlacing it was a slow process, but I tried to keep my eyes trained on his for the entirety of it. If we'd had music, I might have been just drunk enough to dance as I stripped. Instead, my head and hands moved in slow, sensual movements until I slid my arms back to let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the garage floor.
The air felt cool against my skin, the lack of heating in the space pebbling my nipples as Enzo studied them with rapt fixation.
Fingers sliding around to my back, I tugged down the zipper on my skirt. Too tight to just fall free from my body, I wiggled side to side so I could shimmy it down over my hips. When it fell to the floor finally, I stepped out of it, twirling in a circle and flipping my hair with a sarcastic smile on my face. "Does that work for you?" I teased.
He grinned back at me, nodding and crooking a finger for me to approach him. Bloody hands rounded my wrists, guiding my hands to his fly so I could unzip him. I appreciated the sentiment, because while I might be willing to shove aside my issues for long enough to tolerate his hands on my body, I didn't want Patrick's blood transferred inside me with Enzo's dick.
Fingers reaching into his suit to pull him free, I stroked him once and leaned over. Turning my eyes up to his, I smiled at him before my hair fell into my face. "Who said you should have to choose?"
With my ass in the air, I gave in to the overwhelming need to take him in my mouth. Enzo was always so in charge when we had sex, I'd never had the opportunity, and I needed to remedy it. He groaned, gathering my hair in his hand as I licked the tip and stared up at him. Tongue sliding down the side of his shaft, I teased him by exploring every inch of the hard, steely length of him. The fingers in my hair tightened, pulling as a reminder that while he might let me play for a little while, Enzo would eventually take back control of my body.
To him, it was his to toy with and use, to twist into a mess and offer relief from the needy thing he turned me into.
Stretching my lips around the crown, I slid my mouth down and enveloped him while holding his eyes. Hazel burned as he stared down at me, guiding my head so I drew back up and he slid free. "Don't play games with me, Carina," he warned. "It will not end well for you."
Grinning and stroking him with my hand, I held him tight and with a deep breath moved to draw him back inside. Working to relax my throat, I let him press me down until the hair at the base of his cock tickled my nose and his cock clogged my throat. "Fucking hell," he groaned, watching as my eyes watered with the need to breathe. When his hand eased pressure, I drew back to suck in deep breaths of oxygen. Smiling at him when his other hand reached over to touch my ass where everything was displayed, he drew back a hand and slapped it against my cheek sharply.
I shook my head, drawing him back inside and sliding up and down on his cock as quickly as I could manage in the position. Sucking harshly with every withdrawal, I wanted to watch him come undone.
I wanted to know that I'd done that to him.
My hand cupped his balls as I worked him in tandem with my mouth and my hand, wet sounds echoing through the cavernous garage. I didn't stop, working for every groan until my jaw ached with the difficulty of stretching around his size.
"Enough," he groaned, but his hips thrust up into my mouth like his body had lost all control. I thought for a moment he would spill down my throat, but he eventually tugged me off his cock.
Hands grasped me around the waist, turning me to face him and straddle the bike. "Lean back and touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to see how wet sucking my cock made you, Carina." I laid out carefully, my back resting on top of the fuel tank and arching with the curve of it. Reaching a hand between my legs, I propped myself up on one hand behind me so I could reach. Enzo's eyes tracked the movement, watching as two fingers touched my clit and my legs twitched from the shock of contact.
Slipping down to my entrance, I slid a finger inside myself, loving the way his attention held firm. A bomb could go off in the house, and I wasn't sure Enzo would notice. Such was the intensity of his focus on me. "Fuck, Baby Girl. You're soaked."
"How could I not be when I'm with you?" I teased, slipping my hips closer to him. I reached between us, taking him in hand and guiding him to my entrance. A roll of my hips and he pushed inside. I rolled them over him, working to take him deeper as my body acclimated to being impaled on him. "Lorenzo," I whimpered.
"This is how I want you to give me my lap dances," he said, a seductive smile on his face. So stunningly beautiful with his angular features and classic good looks, it was a wonder Enzo didn't want to spend the rest of his nights buried in a buffet of women.
I might not have believed he loved me a few days prior, but the way he studied me as I leaned all the way back on the bike again and rolled my hips to take him in and out in slow grinds left little doubt in my mind.
Enzo was mine just as much as I was his. Something about it comforted me. Like my life aligned with his and everything clicked into place in that moment. His hands touched my stomach, trailing up to cup my breasts. The friction between us left little trails of red flakes over my skin that Enzo eyed with lust on his face. Finally gripping my hips, he slammed me down o
n his cock so he rammed to the end of me and drew a gasp from my lips. Driven to the edge by the sight of his rival's blood on my skin, he pummeled into me, guiding my hips through the motions he wanted. Tossing my head back to hang between the handlebars, I let him take what he needed.
Let him give me what I wanted with harsh strokes of himself inside me.
When I screamed out my orgasm and shattered around him, he followed soon after. Filling me with his heat, he held me still. Rooted on him. Filled with him as I laid there panting.
Drunk. Sated. Tired.
He chuckled, helping lift me off the bike and setting me on my feet. The blood on both our skin demanded a shower, even though all I wanted to do was crawl into bed.
Even if it would be alone.
Weight covered my back, pressing me into the mattress. Difficult to breathe beneath the heaviness of it, I gasped as I came awake. Memories of the attack in my apartment assaulted me, bringing my panic to the surface.
Only the smell of Enzo calmed me and prevented me from fighting on instinct. The memory of him tucking me in after our shower was vague, as I'd been half asleep. I'd asked him to stay until I dozed off, wanting to feel a little less alone in the night. "Enzo?" I asked, getting my hands underneath me and pushing up gently.
His arm slid under mine, grabbing the front of my throat and squeezing so hard that I choked on the feeling of the nook between his thumb and pointer finger as it pressed into my jugular. "Enzo," I wheezed, trying to push back against him.
He didn't respond to me, kneeing my legs apart so he could get better leverage and insert one knee between them. His bare thigh rubbed against me from behind, an invasion of the worst kind despite knowing who he was.
Because it wasn't really Enzo touching me in that moment, but the killer who lived in his dreams and haunted his waking hours.