a simple observation, to know that women all around him wanted to fuck him. He usually seemed so oblivious to them, I didn’t know how I felt about his stealthy knowledge. “But they’ll never have it. It's your cock. Just like what’s tucked away in your jeans is my pussy,” he said. He opened his office door, following me through and closing it behind him.

“I don’t want to feel like this,” I admitted. “It can’t be healthy.”

Enzo chuckled, walking toward me as I spun to face him. His body nudged mine back until the glass wall touched my spine. He raised his left hand, wrapping it around the base of my jaw where it met my throat and pressing me back into the window firmly, tilting my head back with that hand. I panted up at him, my jealousy instantly bleeding into arousal.

The press of his hand at my throat was all it took for Enzo to seduce me. His hazel eyes blazing down on mine, while he held me still, and leaned his weight into me. “I like that you’re jealous. I want you to claim me as yours the same way I’ve done with you.”

His right hand slid inside my jacket, maneuvering it off my arms without ever releasing his hold on my neck. It fell to the floor with a loud thump and he slid his foot around the side of my leg to kick it out of the way.

In any normal circumstances, it would have driven me crazy. But with his hand at my throat and his possessive stare burning me up, I couldn’t be bothered to care. His brand of fire was cheaper than therapy, quieting the compulsions in my head until nothing existed but him.

Releasing me, he spun me to face the glass so suddenly that only my hands and quick reflexes catching myself stopped me from smashing into it.

Brutal. Rough. My jealousy spurred him on and tempted the beast to the surface. I recognized it as the other part of Enzo, the one I knew he tried to hide from the world around him. But to be with Enzo, I had to accept all of him.

The good. The bad. The dangerous.

His hands opened the fly of my jeans, sliding them down over my ass and tugging them off my boots. “She’s downstairs thinking about what you said. Imagining all the things I do to you and how I make you scream, Baby Girl,” he murmured. His hand came down on the flesh of my ass, drawing a strangled gasp from my lips.

The sound of his zipper sliding down behind me was the only warning before he placed his hand at the base of my head, gripping my neck harshly and pushing the side of my face into the glass. “Do you see her down there?” he asked. My eyes went to the bar Vanessa claimed as her own, watching as she restocked her liquor and straightened out her glasses to prepare for the night rush.

“Yes.”

“Do you like imagining that she could easily look up and see you getting fucked, Carina?” he asked, sliding the head of his cock through the wetness between my thighs. “I think you do.” His voice was a dark chuckle, seductive as sin brought by the devil himself.

Shoving himself inside me harshly, he did nothing to quiet the strangled scream that escaped my throat. He set a brutal rhythm, giving me no time to adjust to the feeling of him inside me before he took me in punishing thrusts. “Lorenzo,” I gasped.

“Who does my cock belong to?” he asked, shoving to the end and stilling with himself planted inside me. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugged back until my back arched for him.

“Me,” I answered. “It’s my fucking cock.”

“That’s right, Baby Girl,” he grunted, withdrawing his hips and then slamming them against my ass again. “My little pussy is perfect for it.” The main floor of the club faded from view as I focused on the feeling of him. Of the pressure at my scalp and the hand on my hip. Of the glide of him inside me and his heat at my back.

He brought me to the edge with no other stimulation, then drew back just to torment me and chuckled as I whined at him in response. He spun me, my back colliding with the glass window as he lifted me into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I gasped when he slammed back inside me. Tossing my head back and appreciating the way he ground against me with every thrust.

My orgasm built, returning to the point he’d already built in me quickly. Tossing my head back, and moaning as it approached, I lived for the adrenaline he brought me.

For the perfect combination between a rush and safety. Enzo was everything I needed to find my balance.

I bit down on his shoulder as I came around him, my legs twitching with my release. He supported me through it, holding me against the glass as I caught my breath. My head tipped back, digging my short nails into his back through his suit. Something about him being fully dressed as he fucked me in his office appealed to the darkest part of me, a reminder of the power play between us.

Looking over at the door, stunned brown eyes met mine as Vanessa watched us. She stood frozen to the spot, watching as I bit my bottom lip to suppress my smile. Turning my face into Enzo’s neck, I breathed in the familiar scent of him, urging him on with small gyrations of my hips against him until he groaned out his own release.

Vanessa was gone by the time I turned my attention back to the door and Enzo set me to my feet, kissing me long and deep. I didn’t mention that she’d seen us as I retreated to the bathroom to clean up.

Staring in the mirror, a smug smile took my face, knowing

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