Page 9 of Temptation: Discreet
“Catalina.” He smirks. The way he says my name has my skin break out in goosebumps, the deep rasp of his voice making me want to hear him say my name as we mold our bodies together. My cheeks are on fire with the way his soft lips pressed against my cheek. He meets my eyes once more, and starts walking away. I want to call out his name, wrap myself around him and inhale his scent more than I need air.
What the fuck was that?
I stand there for a moment longer, contemplating walking back into the room as they discuss my safety plan. I planned to sit at the table along with them to discuss what I wanted in terms of my own safety, and listen in to what they planned to do. Yet, I can’t seem to get my legs to move to follow them. Enzo’s presence rattles me, and it’s irritating the fuck out of me.
Putting on my best mask, I stride into the dining room, and see the three men sitting across from my brothers. Each of them speak amongst themselves as I walk inside, but they go silent when they notice me. All six pairs of their eyes watch me as I pull out the chair at the head of the table, fathers chair, the one chair that no one touches, even if he is rarely ever here. Marcelo and Rafa remain emotionless. Rafa is probably too high to even notice what’s happening. But Julian simply smiles at me and nods his approval as I make myself comfortable in the chair before turning back at my new security team.
“Catalina, is there any routine you’d like to keep or is there something you do every day?” Enzo says, narrowing his eyes towards me. He is simply doing his job, but that question causes my stomach to drop. No one has ever asked me what I wanted, or what I liked to do. My entire life has been dictated to me. I either stay home or go out with the company of my brothers and their guards. Every decision goes through Marcelo. Luckily for me though, Julian doesn’t seem to follow orders the way he’s supposed to, but that’s not freedom enough.
“I would like to continue going to my boxing classes, and would like time to hang out with Sierra like a normal 28-year-old.” I shoot back without a second thought. I prepare myself for the rejections from my brother, for the agreement from these strangers, for the disappointment that simply sits there waiting to be let out, right next to the fury that’s been building since I was left without a mother.
“No,” Julian seethes, “There is no way I’ll allow you to hang out with that girl at that dive bar. If you need to see her, she can just come here where we can keep an eye on you and her.” I nod, not voicing my frustration, my fury building further behind my calm façade. Enzo’s nostrils flare as he glares at Julian, his eyes hardening as he moves his focus on the table. No one seems to notice the tension that’s building around the table, I can sense the cloud of smoke that surrounds us all as we remain silent. My eyes never leave Enzo, and the way he seems truly bothered at Julians response.
I’m not sure if it’s the way he said it, or just the response itself. Or maybe I’m just putting ideas out there, ideas that aren’t likely to happen.
The music from Marcelo’s ringtone lifts the smoke, so he pulls it from his pocket and glares at the device as if it committed the ultimate crime. He stands asking for Julian and Rafa to follow him, leaving the four of us sitting in silence.
“So, uh, how about a tour?” Rocco asks wearily, breaking the comfortable silence between the rest of us.
“I assume you’ll be staying for the time being?” I say, while looking at between the three of them.
“We will be inside the pool house per request of Julian.” Enzo responds as he stands up, towering over me from where I’m sitting. The height difference makes him look taller, compared to my 5 '4 height. I reach up to his chest, but right here, right now, his crotch is right in my face. My eyes widen at the realization that I am staring at where his cock is currently straining against his pants.
Oh fuck.
Color rushes to my cheeks, and I feel like I just stepped inside an oven on the highest setting.
It takes me a second to realize Rocco and Kai have disappeared from the room. I don’t even recall hearing them walk out. Pushing my thoughts and these burning desires aside, I stand abruptly and walk out of the dining room and up the stairs that lead to my bedroom. All I want now is to escape into my safe haven and disappear. Instead, when I get to the stop of the stairs, I see Enzo coming up behind me, his steps silent as a mouse.
Enzo reaches around me, his hand gliding past my waist slowly. The phantom feel of the warmth of his palm has me struggling to breathe while he grabs the handle and opens the door fully. His hard chest molds against my back leaving no distance between us. I gasp as his hands move back to my waist, his grip tightening with each passing second. Part of me hopes that his hold is tight enough to leave a bruise, just as a reminder that I wasn’t imagining this encounter.
That he’s very real, and he’s touching me as if I’m his lifeline.
“How long will you be watching me?” I quiver, not wanting to step away from his warmth. His woodsy smell makes me feel safe, which is unsettling. He's a stranger and he’s touching me in a way he sure as hell shouldn’t be. But as much as I want to push him away, there’s a magnetic pull between us, and all I want is to stay in this bubble for as long as I can. He leans in, practically placing his lips by my ear when he speaks again.
“For as long as it takes, Princess,” the rasp of his voice causes electricity to go down my spine to my aching pussy.
“J.. just stay out of my way, Enzo.” I practically whimper as the words leave my lips.His tongue darts out, licking my shoulder up to my neck and nipping me just below my ear. My knees almost give out at the sensation of his wet tongue against my skin, and knowing there's the risk of my brothers seeing only makes me crave it more. He is not only my new bodyguard, but he’s also a friend of my brother, one who he still sees as family even if he won’t say that to Enzo.
Julian would kill him if he learned of this betrayal and at this moment, I don’t care. Enzo is all I see.
“You’re quite a demanding little one, aren’t you?”
The clacking of footsteps coming up the staircase breaks me out of this trance of arousal, but Enzo continues showcasing his dominance with the way he hovers over me. He turns me around pushing my back to the wall beside my door in one swift motion. My breath catches while my heartbeat accelerates in a way I’ve never felt. I exhale softly, gently parting my lips while his eyes hold me hostage, his eyes slowly traveling down to my lips before he licks his own. I watch as his tongue slides across his lips, all I can think about is how his tongue felt against the nape of my neck. The air feels thick, and it’s hard to breathe, let alone try to speak.
“Oh Princess,” he snickers, “we are going to have so much fun.”
The amusement in his tone set off a fuse in me that has been waiting to explode. I may be fighting off wanting to jump his bones, but I refuse to let him see anymore of that desire. Placing my hands on his chest, I push him backwards away from me. I refuse to get lost in the way he feels under my palm, the hardness of his chest or the way my heart is practically pounding out of my body. Squeezing my hands shut, I dig my nails into my palm, lifting my arm ready to use one of the moves I learned in my boxing class. Before my right hook makes contact with him, he snatches my wrists inches from his face, pulling me away, twisting my arm behind my back and pushing my face against the cool surface of the wall.
The smell of his cologne takes over, putting me back under his spelland causes me to melt under his grip. I can feel my blood rushing to my cheeks again as I try to squirm out of his embrace. His grip on me tightens as he pushes closer against me, I’m left speechless, needy and wet. Every second that I’m near him, the dampness between my legs gets worse. His hold on me tightens, no matter how much I try to squirm out of his embrace.
“Next time you try that, you’ll end up over my knee. Understand Princess?” His breath is by my ear, causing shivers to roll down my body. My thighs rub together as I try to will myself to stop getting wet, to stop getting turned on and to just find the strength to get away from him before I start grinding my ass against his cock. His hand caresses my jaw, gripping my chin and angling me so that I can see him from the corner of my eye.
“Careful, Lina,” he warns. “Bad girls get punished.”
Biting my lip, I let myself get lost in the moment, lost in the slight pain of my arm and the way his touch lights a fire in my soul.
I’m confused by the unfamiliar emotions this man is evoking within me. Why him, of all people? Why does it have to be the man that is meant to keep me safe? There’s an irresistible pull drawing me to him, tempting me to surrender to the intoxicating freedom and control he seems to offer me. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before.