Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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Chapter 60

Catalina

The analog clock on the jet-black tile wall ticked in time with the beat of the music playing through the muffled speakers. I stared at the reflection of the neon sign that read 'Don't Do Coke On The Bathroom Counter' for longer than I probably should have. When I shut the door behind me, my mind began running rampant with intrusive thoughts.

The sound of my racing heartbeat echoed throughout my ears, and it still felt like my heated tan flesh was on fire. I swallowed hard, my fingertips curling into the marble sink, legs trembling beneath me. Shit. Enzo had really done a number on my poor ass. I thought to myself as searing heat continued to rush through my scorching veins. It was as though his possessive hands were still all over my blistering body, touching me... owning me.

Gasping, I rinsed my face over and over again with heaping palms of cold water. I turned the faucet off and dried my face with a paper towel, sighing heavily through my nostrils as I held it there, letting myself overthink things.

Come on, Cat. Finish cleaning yourself up.

I stared at myself under the neon purple lights for a long moment before attempting to fix my running mascara.

Soon after Enzo was done fucking the hell out of me, he directed us towards a small hidden restroom and told me to clean myself up. I won't lie. His request had made me more than a bit uneasy. The last time we were in a similar scenario to this, I found myself coming back to an empty room. He left me.

He...left...

I get he didn't owe me anything because we didn't know each other at that point but after everything with Liam. It felt like shit walking back into a room expecting to see someone you just shared an incredibly intimate moment with waiting for you... only to find no one there.

It felt cheap, and I was not too fond of repeating that particular part of the evening.

Finally, I turned to find the door and stood before it, breathing heavily and my heart racing. I knew that if I stepped back inside that room and he wasn't there, everything would change... again. 

You got this. Even if he is gone. You don't care. I don't care.

I lied to myself with a noncommittal shrug of my shoulders then I closed my eyes to push the door open. I stepped back into the room, and my stomach dropped immediately. Not only was Lorenzo Mariano still waiting for me. He was fully dressed in the dress clothes he had arrived here in, staring down at the clubgoers through the wall of glass that he'd just defiled me on.

Is it bad even after everything we had gone through, I still half expected him to be gone?

Yet he wasn't... Enzo was here, and for some reason, I really enjoyed the fact that he had finally proved me wrong on something more than I'd ever care to admit aloud.

"You're here."

"I told you I would be," he said, and he did, but I didn't believe him.

"I know," I laughed a little under my breath as I spoke, "but I guess I had to see it for myself to believe it, ya' know?" If we were doing this, I didn't want to mince words. He hurt me before, and I wasn't going to sugarcoat that.

"Fair."

Enzo tilted his head to the side with a forced smile, almost as though it pained him as much as it did me to think about the night we met.

"Thirsty?" He asked, holding out a bottle of water for me in my direction.

Grinning gratefully, I stepped up to him and grabbed the water from his hand with a thank you. Electricity surged from him through me when our fingers brushed against each other, and I gasped at the sensation. Since he had given me that pill, everything felt so... everything.

"Drink," he told me before I cracked the bottle's cap open and chugged the refreshing chilled liquid down. Man, I hadn't known I could be so thirsty, but it truly felt as though I could consume all of the Atlantic Ocean at the moment. I was so fucking hot, and it seemed like the water helped cool me down.

"Woe there, princess," he laughed as he gently tugged the tip of the glass bottle away from my lips, "slow down for me," and I did as he asked—rapid chugs turning to smaller, slower steady gulps.

"My...God..." I breathed out between words, swallowing down the last sip of ice-cold water, "what the hell did you give me?"

Enzo snickered sexily under his breath, taking the empty water bottle from my hands, and he tossed it across the room into a wastebasket near a vacant bar in the far right corner. He smirked to himself at the sound of the glass shattering, then turned his sole focus on me. "I gave you E, princess." He took a few more long strides in my direction until he stood right in front of me, and I swallowed hard.

E had given me E... The irony

"Ecstasy?"

I gasped under my breath when he wrapped the palm of his hand around the front of my neck, his fingertips curling into my skin. Sparks of electricity erupted throughout my already searing flesh, reigniting the blazing flames within me and making me shudder.

"How are you feeling?"

Hot... High.... Horny as fuck still, honestly.

Even though we had just gone at each other mercilessly, I wanted more—No, I needed more. I craved it. I'm guessing that was why they called it the love drug.

"I'm..." I paused, licking my lips, then I leaned into his barely there touch. I sought out as much of his fingertips feathering against my tingling skin as I could get. But rather than say what I was thinking, I said, "I'm good."

"Hm," he smugly raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side in question, "just good?"

Bobbing my head slowly up and down with narrowed eyes, I silently re-wet my lips watching as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, the left corner of his mouth twisting wickedly as he did. Fuck. Did he have to look so damn good doing that? Heat pulsed between my aching thighs when he hummed again under his breath before gradually urging my small frame even closer to his larger one. Both of his hands moved to cup my sore ass with his pointed fingertips harshly, and I hissed, making him snicker.

"Are you sure about that?" He arched his hard chest into mine. I followed his lead, tipping myself upward and leaving no space between us. His mouth came down fast, and he pressed it against mine hungrily, taking my breath as I moaned into his parted lips before my tongue slipped between them. The man had nearly just fucked the life out of me, yet here I was, provoking a second round out of him.

"So... good..." I told him through each one of our feverish kisses, unhurriedly skating my hand up the center of his hard body and wrapping my small palm around the front of his throat.

Enzo growled into my mouth when I curled my fingers bluntly inward, cutting my french manicure into his warm milky flesh the way I knew he liked. Before long, I felt his soft lips spread into a smirk against my mouth, and I furrowed my brows curiously. He gently pulled back to peer down at me through his icy fiery gaze.

"Well, princess, I'd hold on ever so tightly to that good feeling if I were you," he told me with a small unamused chuckle before he took my chin between his fingers and turned my head to face the entrance of the royal purple chamber, "because you are in so much fucking trouble for skipping out on Matteo like that."

Oh, shit. My lips parted, breath instantly catching in my throat when my eyes connected with the intense familiar steely glare that was currently pinning me in place.

Did I forget to mention that part?

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