Chapter 79: The strick
Aubrey's return to the bedroom, a false cheerfulness masking her inner turmoil, was met with bewilderment from Enzo, who sat on the bed, his eyes questioning the sudden change in her demeanor.
"What's gotten into you?" he asked, his tone playful, unaware of the serpentine plot that coiled around him like a viper.
Aubrey's smile, a disarming weapon, widened, the image of a doting fiancée she had crafted so carefully.
"I'm back, honey," Aubrey cooed, her voice dripping with honeyed seduction, the words a ruse to coax Enzo into her final embrace.
Her lips, soft as rose petals, brushed against his neck, a tantalizing prelude to the betrayal that was yet to come.
Enzo, unsuspecting, inhaled sharply, his body reacting instinctively to her touch.
Her lips moved sexily from his neck down to his open chest, where his nipple lies, and she sucked on them. Enzo groans in pleasure, enjoying the moment.
