Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Enzo Romano

She lay beside me. Cuddled into my chest, tracing my tattoos with her index finger. "Why do you have so many tattoos?" She pressed her hand flat over my heart, unintentionally I think. She drained her neck round to look me in the eyes. Her crystal blue orbs staring into my very own. To think of the hate we both have given each other over the years, and look where it has brought us.

"It's a coping method." She furrowed her brows and sat up up her elbows. "What do you mean?" I took a piece of her long brown curls and twisted it round my finger while I explained. "Whenever I would kill someone, something inside me felt...guilty. I thought that a way of getting rid of the pain was to replace it with another form." Her eyes looks sorrowful, as if she had seen a different side to me.

Which she had. I have never told anyone that, I even try not to tell myself that. I always just say, that tattoos are cool and I wanted plenty. But Myla makes me want to tell the truth. She makes me be honest and completely open.

"So...you struggle with killing people?" She folds her hands on my chest and rests there. "I guess so. Not all the time though, but sometimes I don't think people deserve it, and that pisses me off." I sighed thinking back to the times I've killed people and felt no remorse.

Killing men just s because I was having a bad day. "I get that. Sometimes they don't deserve it, but if we started going soft we would probably loose respect right?" She sighed and sat up, reaching over the bed.

I pulled her back into me and she let out a giggle. "Let me check my messages!" She giggled again, as I pressed soft kisses into the crook of her neck. "Hold on. I need to phone Luna." She slid out of the bed, and walked out of the room. She came running back in a second later, kissed me and then ran back out. I chuckled shaking my head and took out my own phone.

I had a few messages, from one of my long time friends Martin.

Martin: I have just been to one of your clubs in Italy, and I have to say bro...you've done well

Enzo: Why the fuck are you in Italy?

Martin: I was coming to see you but you dad told me your where away on business 🖕🏼

Enzo: I'm in NYC with Myla Mendez

Martin: Fuck

Martin: Tell me you fucked her?

Enzo: She's not like that

Martin: So your with that hot piece of ass and you didn't fuck?

Enzo: Nah we fucked

Martin: How was she?

Enzo: Don't be a fucking creep

Martin: it's a serious question!

I rolled my eyes and placed my phone down on the bedside table. I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on letting the water run a little before I stepped in. I could still here Myla walking about on the face time to Luna and Angelina.

"Luna, I'm not telling you about my sex life over face time!" Myla whisper shouted, but not well enough. I chuckled only imagining what they where talking about. Moments later the bathroom door swung open and I was greeted with a very naked, very horny Myla.

"Yes?" I asked raising my brow at her and smirking as she walked over and stepped in beside me. "Nothing...I just wanted to shower." She stood under the water and jumped forward into my arms. "ENZO WHO THE HELL HAS A SHOWER THAT COLD?" I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"We'll need to find some ways of heating ourselves up then." I sunk down to my knees, and hooked her left leg over my shoulder. "Enzo..." she moaned softly, before I took her clit in my mouth sucking hard on it.

"Already so wet." I smirked. She pushed her hand into my hair bringing my face further into her core. I flicked my tongue over her clit and then dived in, pulling away every so often to leave rough kisses on her thighs, definitely leaving a mark.

I swirled my tongue, pleased when she would moan my name, or scream in pleasure. There isn't a part of her that isn't perfect. Her body, mind, personality. But most of all...her soul. I've never met such a dark, ruthless person who is really hiding her soft, caring side.

"God!" She gripped my hair tightly and arched her back, making it clear she was waiting for her release. "Let go baby." With that she released her juices in me. Letting me soak up every last piece of her.

I stood up, crashing my lips onto hers in a fight for dominance. She pulled away, placing a palm on my chest. "I would much rather finish this in bed." I smirked, and turned the shower off. "Breakfast first." She rolled her eyes stepping out and wrapping a towel round her body.

She wrapped another towel round her hair and walked into the bedroom. She opened her suit case, and took out a silky black dressing gown, the dryer the rest of her body then slipped that on. She then reached in and pulled out a black long sleeved dress, which would probably only go to her mid thigh. She threw it on the bed along with a plain pair of Jimmy Choo black heels and a black Chanel bag.

We walked into the kitchen, and she threw the towel on her head at me. "What do you want for breakfast?" She cocked her brow at me and bit her lip. "Not food." I chuckled darkly, shaking my head and took out eggs from the fridge. "Go finish getting ready I'll have breakfast made once your done." She came up planting a kiss on my cheek and ran through to the room getting ready.

I made her eggs, and bacon. I cut the fat of her bacon, because I know she can't stand it. And her eggs, she doesn't like the yolk so I removed that. I also took out protein drinks, and made up one for each of us.

I turned on the television, giving us some background noise. I then shouted through to Myla. "Myla! Can you bring me my phone." She came walking through moments later, wearing the tight fitted black dress, showing golf every perfect part of her, her hair was straight in a low pony tail, and she wasn't wearing any shoes yet.

"No heels?" She shrugged handing me my phone. "Meh, I didn't see the point." She rolled her eyes sitting down beside me. I never bothered checking my phone. I sat it down beside the sofa, and pulled Myla to straddle me. "What happened to breakfast?" She pouted.

"I think it can wait." I dived in and kissed her neck, leaving more marks on her. "No, no, no, Lorenzo." Fuck. My name rolls off her lips. "I smell food. Now I'm hungry for food." I threw my head back in frustration and she slipped off of me tapping shoulder.

"Go, go Mr. Those eggs aren't going to cook themselves !" I rolled my eyes and walked in flipping over the bacon, and slicing the egg for her.

She was watching the television and called through. "Enzo! You phones ringing." I flipped the eggs. "Just answer it." I heard her mutter something. I moved into see who it was. She was stood with her back to me looking down at the phone.

"Who was it?" She rolled back her shoulders and turned to me, her face like thunder. "Martin, he wanted to know if I was a good fuck?"