Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“I didn’t refer to you as a dog, now did I?” His smirk says asshole, but his body says I can have you if I want you. I hate it. I love it. I really want to shoot him.
“No, but you treat me like one.” My voice falters at the end. Betraying me. “Where were you? Going out and having fun while keeping me locked in the basement?” I ask, changing the subject. I know it sounds like a typical housewife to be asking where he was, and since we aren’t anything, I have no real reason to know. Except, I want to know.
He smiles, and his eyebrow raises. I’m afraid he won’t tell me since there are numerous things I know he has to be keeping from me.
“Jealousy doesn’t really suit you…”
“You don’t know what suits me,” I point out, pursing my lips.
“I missed your smart mouth.” He covers the distance between us. I’m still lying in his bed, surrounded by his scent. Drowning in a sea of Lorenzo King.
“Not enough to come back downstairs like you told me you would.”
“Who let you out of the cell?” he asks again.
“Eli did…” I’m so close to telling him the rest. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but then I imagine him reacting. Imagine how he would laugh at me, maybe even tell me I should have let Eli have his way with me. I couldn’t bear hearing that, so I keep my mouth shut.
Enzo simply nods, not seeming too mad about me being here, or Eli letting me out.
As he steps closer, I smell the bourbon from his drink as he swirls the brown liquid in his glass. The motion mesmerizes me, putting me in a trance. The liquid sloshes over the side, and eventually, he brings the glass to his lips, drinking from it. His lips lick at his drink as if he wants to get every last drop.
“Are you going to tell me who she was?”
He sets the now empty glass down on the nightstand and starts to undress.
When he is down to his boxers, and his clothes are in a pile next to the bed, he climbs onto the bed. The next moment, his body covers mine, caging me in, surrounding me. The monster has captured his prey. His gaze skims over my lips and up my face before landing on mine again.
“I see the jealousy swirling around in your big brown eyes. It’s cute, in a way. But there’s something you must know about me. I don’t care if something bothers you.” He is whispering now. His liquored breath fanning out over my face.
“I’m the king,” he continues. “I do whatever the fuck I want.” Every word forces more of his hot breath onto my face. I want to bite him just to see what he tastes like. As fucked up as all this is, I want him. I want him even when he tells me he doesn’t give a fuck about what I think.
“No. You’re a prick. A self-righteous prick who thinks he is a king, when in reality, you’re nothing but a sad man who can’t love and can’t let go of the anger that’s eating him up inside.” My words are laced with so much hate. I feel like I am trying to make myself like him less as if saying the words aloud will make him less appealing to my body and to my heart.
The air shifts around us, and my skin feels as if it is on fire. Enzo stares at me with an expression that I can’t read. I half expect him to hit me or throw me over his shoulder and take me back downstairs. Instead, he just looks at me for what seems like an eternity. I can’t tear my eyes away from his.
I open my mouth to say something, but Enzo wraps his hand around my throat, cutting me off before a single word has left my lips.
The air hangs between us, and I look down at his hand, clasping it. He pushes me to the back of the headboard, and I can feel the oxygen deprivation.
“I’m not scared of you,” I wheeze out. Even if I am going to die, I will do it in a fashion that is me. He will know I died unafraid of him, and to me, that is the most important thing.
A war rages within him as his muscles constrict. He can’t decide if he wants to strangle me or not… He unclasps his hand, and I swallow a breath of air just in time. His hand clenches again, and I swear I feel the bones in my neck snap.
Or maybe it is all a dream. I know the moment he makes his decision because a softness shows in his eyes.