“Of what? Ana Sofia doesn’t even like cock,” I bark at him. When his eyes go wide, I instantly regret letting that slip. It’s something I’ve been able to hide for her and now this goddamn gossipy bitch knows of her preferences.
“Huh.”
Enzo doesn’t say anything else for the rest of our time in the cantina. No matter how hard I try to engage him in conversation, he maintains his thoughtful, stony silence. I’m so desperate to get him to keep my sister’s secret that I’d be willing to do damn near anything to make it happen.
I look down at my hands; one is sitting on the table, the other is wrapped around the handle of the dull blade provided by the cantina.
I raise my eyes and look toward him.
I don’t know how else to keep my sister safe other than killing him, but I have never killed before, and if I fuck this up, it will mean the end of everything I know.
But as the thought lingers in my head, as I contemplate ending his life to save mine, I notice his lips. Full, beautiful, and sleek, coated with the slight bubbles from the beer he’s been drinking.
I look down at my lap again, then toward his neck, then the knife.
I can give him what he wants and in the same breath keep Ana Sofia’s secret.
She would do the same thing for me.
Epilogue
Enzo grunts against my neck,his breath as hot as his desire as he plunges his fingers into me. I gasp slightly at how rough he’s being, but I promised him something in return for keeping my sister’s secret.
And while I allowed him to keep his life, there’s part of the bargain he doesn’t know about. Nothing about his lips made me want to take his head and secret to my room; if anything, they made me want to stab him until there was nothing left.
I’ve never held the same hunger toward this dog like he has for me, but I’d do anything for my sister.
“Slow down, Enzo,” I growl as I put a hand on his chest and attempt to push him back.
We’re in his fancy car with the black, tinted windows, still in the parking lot of the cantina.
I promised him a quick fuck, and while I would have rather walked blindly into traffic, we Cancio women do what we must to protect our family.
Enzo grunts again as he pulls his fingers out of my cunt and shoves them into my mouth. He jerks my jaw down and leans closer still.
“You don’t call the shots right now, Tatiana. Unless you want this to end badly, you should shut your fucking mouth,” he hisses into my ear.
I swallow hard and look Enzo right in his eyes. I’m trying to steel my resolve to withstand what’s being done to me.
If I can find a way to distract from one pain by inflicting it elsewhere, maybe I’ll be able to survive this emotionally.
My body will find a way to recover, but will my heart?
I nod quickly and he smirks as his fingers slide out of my mouth and he begins to undo his belt.
“Get in the back,” he orders me gruffly as he pulls it free.
I push my hair behind my ears as I follow the command given to me. He slaps my ass as I maneuver by him and I grit my teeth.
As soon as I’m as comfortable as I can be, I shimmy my panties off and toss them into the front seat. Enzo reaches for them, holds them to his nose, and inhales deeply before he opens the glove compartment and shoves them inside.
“For safekeeping,” he tells me with a smirk, his breath still bated.
Blackmail is more like it.
Clearing his throat he checks the rear and sideview mirrors before he pushes his door open, then makes his way round to the back and climbs in with me.
“How do you like to fuck, Tati?” he asks as he starts to pull his pants down. “On your stomach? On your back?”