Amelia stepped into the room, her heart racing as the door shut behind her. Enzo stood by his desk, his gaze upon hers, his expression unreadable. A thickness brewed in the air between them; it was a tension that made breathing hard for her. Every part of her screamed to leave, but her feet refused to move.
She had only moved closer when Enzo said nothing. Reaching out and circling his arms around her waist, he yanked her hard against his chest. She gasped; her breath caught in her throat as strong arms embraced tightly around her, holding her in place.
"Mr. Romano, please." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
A dark, perilous smile curled Enzo's lips. "Do not concern yourself, Amelia. I am not going to harm you. Not yet." His voice was low, almost soothing, but a burr ran beneath the words that set her pulse racing.
Before she could react, his hand slid lower, his fingers digging more tightly into her waist. His other went lower, and suddenly, she felt his fingers squeeze her backside. The pressure from his touch was taking her breath away in surprise.
"You're not as innocent as you seem," he whispered, the heat of his words burning against her ear. "I can tell it from your eyes, you are as curious about this as I am."
Against him, her body had gone rigid, her heart racing. She wanted to push him away, to tell him to stop, but she couldn't. She felt frozen against the wall, almost as if her body simply refused to do what her mind was screaming at her to do.
Enzo grinned, eyes flashing mirthful as he pinned her tighter to the wall. "I like how you feel when you're pressed against me. You can't hide from me, Amelia. Not anymore."
She shut her eyes, her breathing shallow and in gasps. All that was in her mind was a jumble of right- and wrong-sided arguments. The way he had held her, controlled every single move she had made, was as if he was already in possession of her.
She felt his body pressed into hers, the heat between them too extreme to ignore. Her stomach twisted, a mix of fear and something else, something that she didn't want to admit to. Enzo was dangerous, and she knew it. Yet there was that pull inside her that made it hard to resist.
Enzo's lips brushed her ear as he leaned in again, his voice low, teasing. "You're not as scared as you should be, are you, Amelia?" The grasp of his hands on her backside was firm, possessive. "I know you're afraid, but I also know you're curious. You want this. You just don't know it yet."
Amelia bit her lip, fighting off the rapid beating of her heart as tension developed further between them, his breath hot upon her skin. And with every part of her fiber wanting to fight, wanting to push him, the other part she hated so much wished not to.
"You're mine now," Enzo whispered, an edge of warning in his tone as his hand slipped lower on her waist. "And there's no turning back."
Amelia's breath got caught in her throat, and the world seemed to shrink down to just him pressed against her and the weight of his words hanging above her.