Gia
I didn’t want to stay here. I didn’t realize how bad it would hurt to be around Enzo without being with him. How the fuck could we have a normal conversation when we were so estranged, so unwilling to push further? There wasn’t anything more I could try. Asking him didn’t work. Making him jealous didn’t help. It sucked but I knew if the roles were reversed, I would have kept me at arm’s length, too.
I walked down the hall and rubbed my hand along the big library doors. I pressed my ear to them, trying to hear if he was inside. He should have been in there, at his desk, doing boss-level shit. I knocked but heard nothing behind the doors. I pushed them open.
Enzo and his brother turned toward me with red faces and tight lips, as if they’d been arguing. He and Marco always seemed to get into it. Marco was clearly vying for Enzo’s position. If it was purely from a business standpoint, he would be the better choice, not because he’d run things better, but because I had clouded Enzo’s judgment. Even when he tried to hate me, he couldn't keep his mind off me. I could never run my father’s business against Enzo. Not a chance in hell. I’d give up my empire for him in a heartbeat.
Their eyes remained locked on me like I was an intruder.
I was.
“This is what I mean. Fuck this,” Marco said. He got to his feet and slammed his chair back before knocking into my shoulder as he rushed past.
Enzo stood, his posture rigid and protective. “Goddamn it, Gia. You have excellent timing, ya know that?” He dropped his hands to the desk in front of him and let out a groan. “Marco was just saying he worries about how much you’ll intrude on business matters. And here you are, intruding.”
I walked over to him and sat in the chair that Marco’s heated presence just vacated. “I just wanted to talk . . .”
Enzo’s eyes remained on mine, following my body as I sat. “About what?”
“This. Us.”
He took a seat behind the desk, a smug look on his face. As he swiped his chin with his hand, I had never been more attracted to him. He looked so powerful. So strong. Exactly where he needed to be.
I had fucked up—I knew that—but instead of apologizing, I went all . . . Silvani on him. He deserved an apology, and I didn’t deserve his forgiveness.
I leaned toward him. “What do I need to do? Beg?”
“I know how hard that would be for you.” He spoke like he was my father. Condescending as fuck. And I liked it.
“I’m sorry, Enzo. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you. I shouldn’t have . . . Jameson . . . I fucked everything up.”
“Stop. You’re all over the goddamn place.” He stood and walked toward me with an overbearing presence. So tall and strong, amplified by the new position he held. This library was his. He fisted my hair, and my eyes fell to the pistol on his hip. He brushed a hand through my hair. “I can’t stay mad at you for the accusation, or even for how it went down with Jameson. I’ve gotten over it. It’s not about that, though. It’s that we can’t be what you want, what I want. This”—he gestured between us—“can’t happen.” A smile crossed his face. “But I haven’t come since I was with you. If you want to apologize for playing with my cock beneath the dinner table, well, I’d allow that.”
I bit my lip. It was a start. I knew once I made him come again, he’d want more. He’d need more. I made a move to drop to my knees, but he tugged me by the arm and dragged me to his desk, gesturing to the opening beneath it.
“Really?” I asked as he worked open his belt buckle.
“Get under the goddamn desk before I change my mind,” he commanded.
The way he spoke made me fucking listen. I crawled under the desk and looked up at him as he sat down in the cushiony chair. He drew himself closer to the desk as I hid beneath it, between his thighs. I unzipped his pants and tugged out his cock. The silky skin felt warm and tempting in my hand. I wrapped my mouth around him with just a moment of hesitation. He felt so familiar against my tongue. He tasted familiar, too. When I swirled my tongue around his head, his noises lit up my memory. A groan slipped past his parted lips and made me flush with heat. I loved that damn sound.
“Enzo?” Marco’s voice came back into the room.
I jumped beneath the table, thumping my head on the underside of the desk. Enzo grabbed me by the hair, his hand forcing me to stay where I was. His next words were spoken to Marco. “What’s up?”
“What the hell did she want?” he said with a sneer in his tone as he sat down.
“To apologize.” Enzo laughed.
“I’m surprised you didn’t make her apologize with more than just her words.”
I put my mouth around him again and ran my tongue along the sensitive ridge in the way I knew he loved. He made a noise that was some sort of attempt at muffling how it made him feel. Enzo shook his knee nervously as they stared in silence at each other. I took the opportunity to move my tongue up and down his length before taking him to the back of my throat. I tried to remain quiet and keep myself from gagging.
“Anyway, can we get back to what we were talking about before she interrupted?”
“Yeah,” Enzo said with a short snap of the word. He grabbed the back of my head and tried to keep me from moving on him. I didn’t know how his brother couldn’t sense what was happening in front of him. Enzo’s voice had a woven length of pleasure within its tone.
“I know I don’t have a choice on whether she’s here or not, but she’s not one of us.”
Enzo made a brief noise in response, and the way his thighs clenched showed me why he couldn’t talk.
“I don’t know what your problem is, but we gotta figure all this shit out. All that our father left behind. Things he didn’t do. Things he fucking did that he shouldn’t have done. It’s all ours to sort through, and he didn’t leave us a bit of intel. Disturbances are trickling in from all over the city. I thought that was what you were for, that you were the one advising him or at least knew who he’d talked to about his plans.” Marco slammed his fist on the desk and it made me jolt.
Enzo would need to give a detailed response to this. I thought about pulling my mouth away from his dick to let him get it all out. Instead, I stopped moving my mouth up and down, but I didn’t stop the movement of my tongue on his throbbing head.
“Silvio didn’t tell me shit, and we ain’t gonna find out what went to shit until it fully goes to sh . . . it.” Enzo’s voice quivered on that final word, and he extended his leg, shaking it. His hand reached for me again, trying to stop me. He knew I’d make too much noise if he tugged me off his dick, so he gave up, relaxing his hand into the mess of my dark hair.
“Sounds like a great fucking plan,” Marco said, and I could almost hear the roll of his eyes.
“It’s all we got,” Enzo quipped.
Marco kept talking, and Enzo made every attempt to push him out. I tuned them out as much as I could and focused my mouth on him. The loud, spit-coated sounds in the enclosed box seemed to bounce off the wood. If Marco looked hard enough, he’d surely catch a glimpse of my bare feet beneath the desk.
“I can’t do this with you right now, Marco!” I wasn’t sure what preceded the rise in his voice, but I felt the tension rushing through Enzo’s body.
“Fuck me for trying,” Marco hissed. The chair squealed as its legs gripped the hardwood floors. Heavy footsteps receded. The door slammed.
“Fucking A, Gia.” Enzo’s voice was low and smooth again. “If I didn’t make him leave, I was going to come right in your fucking throat in front of him.” He groaned as he slid his chair back, made me crawl on my knees to him, and stood. I ran my fingers along him before taking him back into my mouth. “Do you know how hard it was not to come in your perfect little throat? Don’t do that shit again. When I tell you to stop, you fucking stop.” He slapped my cheek and sent a sharp burn crawling across my skin. “You know, it’s been so long since I’ve gotten off, I kinda want to see how much I can give you.”
I sat back on my heels. “What do you want?”
“I want to come on your pretty face. Good girls get it in their mouth, at the back of their throat where they hardly have to taste it. But you haven’t been a good girl, have you?”
I shook my head. My pussy was so fucking wet, my excitement dripping past the thin fabric of my shorts and down my thighs. It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t touch me or let me touch myself.
Enzo groaned before shoving himself back inside my mouth. His hips pulsed against my face as he pushed himself deeper. He fucked my face until he gripped the base of his cock and pulled out of my mouth. He fisted my hair and craned my head back. I didn’t close my eyes or react as he pumped his hand and came. The pearly beads rushed onto my lips and chin and dripped toward the curve of my neck. More shot up to my cheek as he rubbed it into my skin with his dick. Once he’d coated himself with his own come, he shoved it back into my mouth. I tasted all of him on the very tip of my tongue. I wiped what was left on my face onto my fingers and licked them.
“Goddamn it, Giovanna,” he growled.
He’d need more of this. We both would.