Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 53

Enzo

“Oh my god,” Nico muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Enzo crossed his arms. “Am I interrupting something?”

Both heads turned. Nico looked like he’d seen salvation.

Lola?

Lola just grinned–slow and syrupy. “Well look who finally made it home.”

She didn’t move her legs.

Nico glared. “Thank fuck.”

Enzo tilted his head, eyes dragging slowly from her messy waves, to the glasses perched low on her nose, to the way that damn shirt hugged the swell of her hips. Her lips were tinted red again—his weakness–and her cheeks held a soft glow like she’d just won an argument and a war at the same time.

“Comfortable?” he asked, dry.

She stretched, arching lazily. “Very.”

“Is that so?” Enzo cocked his head, gaze dropping briefly to her bare thighs. Fucking hell.

Nico threw up both hands. “Don’t drag me into your domestic foreplay.”

“Too late,” Lola said sweetly, stretching in that unbothered, feline way that made her shirt ride higher up her thighs.

Enzo moved in and gently slapped her feet off Nico’s lap, claiming the space next to her. “Don’t make me regret leaving you two alone.”

His gaze dipped. Those weren’t even shorts. They were microscopic. He caught a flash of dark lace at the hem and had to fight the urge to growl.

Nico made a noise and gently shoved her legs off him, muttering something about needing therapy and quitting today before vanishing down the hallway.

Lola sat up and patted the couch. “Good day?”

Enzo didn’t answer. Just stepped in close and stared down at her.

“You’re lucky I had business to finish,” he murmured. “Coming home to that view might’ve made me cancel the city.”

She beamed and wrapped her arms around his waist, chin tipped up. “Well… dinner before destruction?”

“Always,” he said. “But then I’ve got a business meeting at the club.”

Lola blinked. “Which one?”

*Club Classic with the Zhang brothers regarding port business.”

Mind as well start bringing her into the fold. There’s only one way out of this for this girl.

“Ugh. Sounds like something you catch, not someone you meet.”

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He smirked. “If y

you can be on your best behavior, you can come with me.”

She batted her lashes. “Best behavior?”

He raised a brow.

She reached up, gripped the collar of his jacket, and tugged him down so her lips grazed his ear.

“No promises,” she whispered, voice dipped in sin. “But I can be on anything but, maybe… if Daddy asks nicely.”

His pulse detonated.

“Say it again,” he growled, pushing her down gently.

Her breath hitched. “Daddy?”

Enzo exhaled a curse, low and reverent. “Lola…”

She kissed his cheek like an innocent. “Yes?”

“You’re not allowed to say that in public.

You’ve been teasing me all goddamn day,” he growled, pulling the shirt up over her lower back. “Sending those pictures. Drawing on me. Acting like you weren’t begging for this.”

Her laugh was breathless. “You liked it.”

“Liked it?” he rasped, grabbing her hips, guiding himself against her, sliding the tip through the slick heat he already knew he’d find. “I nearly lost my mind.”

And then he sank into her.

Enzo wrapped one hand around her waist, the other gripping her shoulder as he drove into her again–faster now, unrelenting. Primal. Hungry. His.

She whined his name, breath catching, body arching to take every inch.

“That’s it,” he gritted. “This what you wanted, baby? Huh?”

“Yes–fuck, yes-”

He pounded into her, hips snapping forward, his chest pressing over her back, breath harsh in her ear.

“You don’t get to say that word in public,” he bit out, hand sliding up her throat just enough to tilt her head back against his shoulder. “Because I’ll bend you over the nearest surface and remind you who you belong to.”

She moaned like it wrecked her. “Y–You, Enzo. Only you.”

And that?

That finished him.

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He buried himself deep, pulse detonating, body trembling as she clenched and cried out beneath him, both of them caught in a high they’d been circling all day.

They collapsed onto the couch, tangled, sweat–slicked, breathless.

“Wear something tight, dangerous. I want every one in there to see us walk in together. Want everyone to see you are mine.”

Still leaning over the back of the couch she pulled the hem of his shirt up just high enough to flash him a glimpse of those sinful little ass that would have any man on his knees.

“Dangerous is easy,” she said, tone honey–slick and smug. “Tight’s your fault. You shrink–dried everything in that closet.”

His jaw twitched. His eyes dropped to her thighs like they could kill him.

She’s are going to get me arrested.

“I’m going to regret letting you leave the penthouse, aren’t I?”

She kissed him again–slower this time. Softer. But her hand was already sliding under his shirt, nails grazing skin, “Only if you don’t keep your eyes on me.”

Lola

Lola hadn’t even finished catching her breath before Enzo was already smoothing a hand down her back, pressing one last kiss to the dip of her spine like he’d claimed it.

She stayed folded over the couch, legs trembling, still trying to remember how her lungs worked.

Holy shit. I might actually die. He fucked my brain right out of my skull.

She blinked, barely able to focus.

And I liked it. Like really liked it. Like might–need–to–rethink–every–life–choice liked it.

He helped her upright gently, lips brushing her temple.

“Dinner first,” he murmured, like he hadn’t just wrecked her soul, and offered his hand to guide her toward the kitchen.

She wobbled after him, wearing nothing but his too–big shirts, a smile and the memory of his hands gripping her hips as he unleashed himself.

They ate standing up–leftover pasta, garlic bread, half a bottle of red wine–her mind still fogged by the echo of his voice growling “You’re not allowed to say that in public.”

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