Enzos voice was a dark whisper , tinged with menance . "You disobeyd me baby", he murmured ,his eyes burning with intensity.
(It's time for punishment )
Elena's heart raced as she met his gaze, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins "...
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Mrs. Moritti guided me to my room, a beautiful and luxurious space that was grand yet somehow impersonal. The idea of being separated from Enzo in this massive mansion felt strange, unsettling even. I wasn’t used to being apart from him, especially after everything we had been through. The quiet tension of the place hung in the air, making me feel uneasy in a way I couldn’t quite explain.
As we walked down the long hallway, I glanced over my shoulder. Enzo was still there, watching us with that unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, our eyes locked, and though he said nothing, I could sense his reluctance. He didn’t want to be apart from me either.
After settling in, I decided to freshen up before dinner. I walked over to the closet, pulling out something to wear for the evening. Just as I was about to head into the bathroom to take a shower, there was a knock at the door. I hesitated for a moment before opening it, surprised to find Bianca standing there.
“Hey,” she greeted me, her voice overly sweet but somehow distant, as if we were old friends meeting after a long time. But something in her smile felt off, forced, like it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Hi,” I responded, trying to keep my tone polite.
“I just wanted to check on you,” Bianca said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “It can be a little overwhelming, staying here for the first time. The mansion has this... atmosphere.”
I nodded, not sure what to say. There was an odd energy in the room now, a tension that I couldn’t quite place. Bianca walked around slowly, her eyes taking in the space like she owned it.
“You must feel a bit out of place,” she said, her voice light, but the words carried a subtle weight. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? This house, the family, everything about Enzo’s world.”
“I guess so,” I replied, unsure where this conversation was heading.
She turned to face me, her expression softening in a way that didn’t feel genuine. “Enzo and I practically grew up together. We’ve been close for as long as I can remember.”
There it was. The undercurrent of her words finally surfaced, a subtle reminder that she had a history with him that I didn’t. I smiled, but it felt tight, forced. “He’s mentioned you.”
“Oh, I’m sure he has,” she said, her tone light but laced with something else. “We used to spend so much time together, especially when we were younger. He was always protective of me, you know? Even now, I suppose.”
The way she said it, the way her eyes flicked to mine—it felt like a warning. I felt a chill creep up my spine as I realized what she was implying. She wasn’t just reminiscing; she was staking her claim.
“I’m sure he’s protective of the people he cares about,” I said, my voice steady, though my pulse quickened. I wasn’t going to let her intimidate me, not like this.
