The mansion was quiet, just like Enzo liked it. But tonight, he wanted something louder that what was going on in his head. Enzo stood in his study, tie loose, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. The ice had already melted but he hadn't noticed. He'd been standing there for what felt like hours, staring at nothing, replaying the afternoon in his mind, whiles the city hummed faintly beyond the tall glass windows.
The carousel.
The laughter.
Her smile.
He clenched his jaw, annoyed by how vividly it lingered. Isla's laughter had been soft, unguarded, the kind that slipped past his defenses before he even realized it. It wasn't loud or attention seeking like the women he used to. It was...real.
He hated that word.
Real.
Because real made everything dangerous. Real made him remember what it felt like to be human. And humans never survived in his world.
He set his glass down with a sharp clink and run a hand over his face. What the hell was wrong with him?
He'd taken lives without blinking, commanded men who'd but cities for his orders, and yet one woman, with her soft voice and terrified eyes had managed to crawl under his skin.
He shouldn't have asked her to join him and Amelia today. It was impulsive and unnecessary. A slip in judgement.
But the way Isla hesitated before she said ye, had made something inside him twist.
She didn't look at him like everyone did.
She didn't fear him like everyone did.
Maybe that is what unsettled him the most.
He walked over to the window, looking down at the city below. His reflection stared back at him from the glass, cold, unreadable.
He let out a deep breath and walked to him room, stripping of his clothes, he walked into his bathroom and turned the shower on. He stood still, letting the cold water run down his whole body as if it could wash away his thoughts.
After taking his shower, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely alrund his waist. Just then, his phone's screen lit up.
He rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh as he swiped to answer the call.
"Hi, Enzo!" A high pitched female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What do you want Sophie?"
Enzo could swear by the way she chuckled that she was probably twirling her hair around her finger.
"That's not how to talk to an old friend now, is it?"
Enzo knew she was definitely batting those fake lashes.
"Anyway, I'm back in town and was wondering if it isn't too late to hang out. I can come over if you want."
Enzo was about to refuse when something clicked. Sophie could really serve as a way to distract himself from Isla.
"Ok, be here in ten minutes or don't come at all."
Enzo said and hung up. He walked into his closet and somehow skipped the rows of pajama pants staring at him and choose and pair of black trousers.
He checked in on Lia one last time before going downstairs for a drink whiles waiting for Sophie to arrive.
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"Ding! Dong!" The doorbell rang. Enzo dropped his glass on the counter before walking to open the door. He already knew who it was since he had spoken to her minutes ago and he had also seen her walk into the compound through the camera feed on his phone.
She had parked her car outside because no cars were allowed into his estate after 7pm, unless they had been approved by Enzo.
He was met by the smell of an expensive perfume even before he saw the actual human being.
"Hi Enzo!" She wiggled her fingers, offering him a flirtatious smile.
Enzo didn't acknowledge her greeting, instead, he gave her a long hard stare.
She was wearing a tight white dress that stopped right beneath her ass. The dress clung to her skin making her look like a sim in white. It was a kind of dress that wasn't meant to be worn, it was meant to be noticed.
Under the dim light, her white skin shimmered like fresh snow. Her legs were bare, long and unapologetically confident.
Her eyes met Enzo's, unflinching, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of her red painted lips like she knew exactly what effect she had on men used to being unaffected.
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He didn't kiss her out of desire.
He kissed her because he was drowning.
One moment she was standing in front of him in that scandalous white dress and the next, something inside him snapped….quietly but violently.
But it wasn't Sophie he saw.
It was her.
Isla.
Isla laughing.
Isla touching his arm when she wanted to tell him the flavor of ice cream she wanted.
Isla staring at him with those wide, childlike eyes.
He couldn't bear it.
Not the guilt.
Not tonight.
So he reached for the woman in front of him.
The kiss was sudden, almost brutal, his hand holding a chunk of her hair and pulling her in.
His mouth was crashing against hers like he needed the impact to silence his thoughts. There was no tenderness, no passion, no hunger, just desperation wrapped in heat.
She gasped against his lips, shocked, maybe flattered.
Her hands moved to touch him but he quickly held them and pinned them behind her back as he trailed the kissed down her jaw.
He didn't even taste her.
He tasted escape.
The kiss ended as abruptly as it began but the silence afterward was louder than her startled breath.
Before she could form a word, he scooped her up, one arm under her thighs. She let out a soft gasp as she felt herself being thrown over his shoulder.
He carried her up the stairs with long, determined strides.
Not toward his bedroom.
Never there.
He never let any woman he brought home into his bedroom.
That door stayed close to outsiders.
He took her to the guest lounge instead, the room he always used for stuff without attachment. A room with dim lights, a leather couch, a huge bed with bedside drawers and nothing sentimental in it. It was a perfect place for forgetting.
He kicked the door open and set her down on the couch, not gently, not roughly either.
Just...mechanical. It was like every movement was a calculated escape route from the pain pressing against his ribs.
Sophie looked up at him, dress hitched high on her thighs, breath unsteady and hair a mess, while Enzo stood over her, chest rising and falling, arms flexing like he needed something to hold.
"Come closer," she purred, her voice warm, slow, dripping with seduction. She crossed one leg slowly over the other, her dress sliding against her skin as she played with a strand of her hair.
His fingers moved to his belt, jerky, impatient, almost angry. The metallic click of the buckle echoed through the room as he tore it open, breath sharp, movements rushed and unpolished.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair making her gasp as pain surged the her scalp.
She raised her eyes to look at him, her pupils dilating, thinking his urgency was for her. He pulled his pants down, freeing his already hard cock. Sophie smiled willingly. The liquid at the tip was very slimy and salty but she loved it.
Sophie wrapped her fingers around it and sucked it whole, aiming it towards the back of her throat. She pushed back and let out a deep breath before pushing towards it again.
But Enzo didn't want her slow pace so he took control. He began to bob her back and forth at a faster pace, taking his cock deeper each time. She gagged when the head of his cock hit her throat over and over again. Saliva dropped down the corners of her mouth and her eyes stung with tears due to not being able to breath.
Sophie gasped for air, filling her lungs with oxygen as much as she could when he suddenly pulled away. Her scalp burned and her jaws hurt from being stretched out too much.
"Strip."
She looked up at him but did as she was told. Her dress came off first, then her panties and bra followed until she was bare before his eyes.
"Go to the bed and get on your hands and knees."
Sophie nodded and slowly walked to the bed before crawling up and getting on all fours. She enjoyed being treated like this by Enzo. What else could be the reason why she kept running back to him whenever she was in the city?
She knew he wasn't the type to be all romantic and enjoy a good foreplah but she didn't mind because one, just looking at him always turned her on, and two, he knew how to handle her better than those A-list celebrities she worked with.
She saw his shadow fall on him as he moved to stand behind her.
He pushed her legs further apart and sank inside her. She moaned loudly and arched her back, her eyes rolling back. He pulled back and slammed into her with a force that made her jerk forward.
She spread her legs wider, leaning back as Enzo grabbed her waist with one hand and started moving faster. His strokes were long and hard, his balls slapping her ass cheeks and the sound echoing through the room.
Sophie's brain curled up, her mind turning blank as she felt orgasm hit her hard. It was almost like her soul had left her body for a second. She let out a loud moan, shaking violently but Enzo kept going.
His movements were now faster than before and he was hitting her cervix at some point.
"E….En…E…Enzo," Sophie gasped. "I …I…It hurts."
But her words bounced off him, rather, he placed his palm on her lower back and his other hand grabbed her hair, arching her further into the position he wanted.
"Slow down please."
He throat hurt from the dryness and from being stretched for too long. Her breath came out in short gasps and her eyes stung with tears. She knew Enzo was rough but she always enjoyed her roughness and could always match up to it, so what was going on today?
"Enzo stop!"
Enzo blinked, looking around in a daze for a moment. Slowly he let out a long breath and ket go off Sophie. He took two steps back and stared at the woman in his bed. Her face was red and the tears had washed her mascara, leaving black uneven lines on her cheeks.
"Fuck!" He cursed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Go freshen up and get out," Enzo's voice was low but sharp.
Sophie blinked, confused because she mostly spent the night with him as well. "But…..I thought..."
"I want you to freshen up and get the fuck out of my house," he repeated, tone colder and firmer.
The. He strode out of the room, shoulders stiff and steps heavy. The car cart gleaned from the corner like it hand been waiting for him.
He grabbed a bottle and twisted the cap off. He didn't even bother to grab a glass and just brought the bottle straight to his mouth.
The first gulp scorched his throat, but Isla's face was still on his mind.
The second gulp burned deeper, but her voice echoed in his mind.
The third gulp felt like a punishment, because it still couldn't drown the thoughts of Isla .
He groaned in frustration and hurled the bottle against the wall causing it to shatter into tiny pieces as he stood there watching.
The red liquid painted the wall and before forming a pool on the floor.
But even in the pool of red liquid and shattered glasses, he could see her.
He could still see her face.