Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Rhy’s POV

Enzo's eyes snapped to my face, and something flickered in those eyes. His gaze burned me intensely, and for a minute, the confidence that made me say what I said disappeared in an instant.

Like someone was burning my hand, I let go of his black shirt. His eyes still bore into me, and my heart kept racing at his stare.

'Why was he looking at me like that?' I wanted to ask but then stopped. I had been the one to push him away, then here I was telling him not to stop. It was odd, but things were confusing, and I....

God, what was I fucking doing? I needed to step away from this– from him. He rejected me clearly. But as I was about to take a step back, Enzo grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. I tried to pull away from him, but his large hand snaked to the back of my neck and his touch fucking made me lose my balance and bearings.

"And where do you think you're running to, Rhys?" His voice was low, and his eyes hooded as they passed over my face, landing on my lips.

"Enzo..." I tried to say but whimpered when his nails dug slightly into my bare skin.

"I wonder... if you'll say my name like this, with so much care when I take your ass?" I made a noise that sounded like a protest or a whine at his question. We had not even kissed. Fuck this. What was he doing?

But he would not make me squirm. Not in this lifetime. He was a prick. "I would rather die than say your name. I'd be quiet. Super quiet because you're all talk, and you know what they say about guys who brag about their size?"

"What?" There was an angry undertone in his voice. That's right. I would push him to the point that he would regret ever messing with my thoughts and emotions.

"Tiny," I said, and the fury in his eyes was worth it. "They are always tiny."

"You still have the ability to speak because I let you, Rhys. I know what you are trying to do, and it won't work, brat."

My jaw tightened, "What is it I'm trying to do, dickhead?"

Our lips were inches apart and he smirked when his fingers traced my spine. His touch was so featherlight like a ghost's. It still made me fucking shudder.

"I think you know. Isn't that why you got your dad to make me your trainer? Isn't this your grand plan all along?"

I placed both my hands on his chest and pushed him away, hard. "Fuck you!"

"Fuck me? Wouldn't it be the other way around? Or are you a secret top?"

"You know nothing about me. Keep your hands to yourself and don't fucking come near me, okay? I hate you so much, and if you - "

Enzo continued, leaning against the wall, amused. "But I hardly doubt you'd be able to fuck me, don't you think? I mean, Chloe had to talk you through it. Would you like that? For me to talk you through it?"

"The only thing I'd let you talk me through is how to fucking get you out of this house and my life."

His verdant eyes glared at me. "You asked me not to stop, didn't you? Or do you enjoy playing the victim? Figures you'd be a kinky brat."

"I am not a brat. Stop saying that, and I... I only said that because I was confused. Why would I want you to kiss me, let alone touch me? You are my worst nightmare, and I'd jump off a bridge than be with you. If it's any other guy? Maybe. But you? The only way I'd let you fuck me is if I'm delirious and out of my senses."

Enzo stilled for a while and the room became smaller from the tension. I tried to calm my heart down. Had I gone too far? Was he upset? I hesitated, taking a step forward, but he raised a finger.

"Really? You'd only let me touch me if you're out of your senses? Aren't you always delusional? I mean, that's why you dated Chloe for six months when she was obviously cheating on you. You had to be obviously delusional not to know that."

I balled my fists, glaring at him with as much venom as possible. Here I thought, I was going to apologise to this bastard. "You will never touch me."

"I wasn't planning on touching you without your permission, but when I do, I'll make you suffer for that tongue of yours."

"Suffer?" I scoffed. "You really think you're something, aren't you? All the people you've been with must have inflated your ego so much because they know how arrogant you truly are. Better safe than sorry, I guess."

Enzo crossed his arms over his very broad chest. Just how much did this fucker workout? I wasn't as muscular as him in the slightest, but I still had a good workout regime. What was his routine and...

No, no. I was getting side-tracked.

"You see, I would actually listen to you if you actually didn't tremble anytime I come close to you."

I blinked when he pushed himself off the wall. "Don't..." I swallowed, but he didn't come any closer. "I don't feel anything when you come close, except the insatiable urge to fling myself off a building and hatred."

The corners of Enzo's lips quirked up at that, and those green eyes glinted mischievously. I didn't like the look on his face - not that I liked any look on his face, especially the one where his gaze softened - and it screamed trouble.

One step.

Then another.

One more until he stood five feet away, but for Enzo, it would be with how big he was. God, he was a monster.

"Well then, would you like to test out your words?" My brows furrowed in confusion. "I'll come close to you, and you won't tremble. You won't blush, nothing. If you don't react, I'll do whatever you say, within reason," he added the last part quickly, knowing I would probably ask him to do something outrageous.

I nodded, and he came closer, and he was torturously slow about it. When he stood a hair's breath away from me, he leaned in, and when I thought he was about to kiss me with a pounding heart, he pivoted, and his lips were next to my ear.

He whispered, "Don't tremble."