Chapter FORTY-ONE.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.

Taking in a deep breath, I felt my breath hitch as I stood there while Enzo praised my body. His eyes peered up at me and my heart did a double take when he smiled at me.

“I’d be stupid to let you go.” He added, breathing as his face came closer to mine again and without as little as a hesitation, he pulled me into him and wrapped his arm around me so hard that I felt like I'd been imprisoned.

Standing there, I did nothing to get away from Enzo because really, I didn’t want to get away from him. He crushed my body into his again, my face buried in his neck as I let him hug me.

He didn’t seem like he wanted to do anything besides holding me and even though I wanted him to do something more, I wanted him to pin me against the wall and fuck.

I wanted him to do all sorts of nasty things to me while we have sex and put all of our differences behind me, my pussy throbbed at the thought and I felt more aroused than usual.

“God, you’re perfect.” He breathed and I couldn’t help