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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“I hate you, Mr. Moritti,” Elena mumbled, her face buried in my chest.
I pecked her nose, pulling her closer. “I love you too, Tesoro.”
She chuckled softly, her fingers playing with my hair. “God, is that even you? You were so different a few minutes ago, so wild, and now…”
“You pull that side of me out, baby.”
“No,” she teased. “I pull out this lovey-dovey side of yours.”
I smirked. “Yeah, you can say that.”
I stared into her eyes, not saying a word. Her smile faltered for a second before she broke the silence, laughing. “Whaaat? Why are you staring at me like that?”
“What have you done to me?” I whispered, brushing a stray hair from her face. “I’m not myself anymore, and you know what? I just want to be Elena’s Enzo now. Only yours. And no one else can ever think about what’s mine.”
Her smile grew softer, and before I could say another word, she locked her lips with mine. That kiss... it told me everything. She was mine. Only mine.
Elena shifted slightly in my arms, her head resting against my chest as she glanced around the room. "Is this penthouse yours?" she asked curiously.
I nodded. "Yes."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and I could sense the question brewing in her mind. "So... why are there handcuffs and blindfolds here? You bring girls here often?" There was a hint of jealousy in her voice.
I smirked, tightening my hold around her. "No, Tesoro. You could say fantasies. It's been here since the day I bought this penthouse. I don’t visit much, except for meetings and such. These kinky things? They’re mine, but I used them for you only, baby."
