Accidentally Yours Chapter 72

**Lola**

Lola was still straddling him, chest heaving, body wrung out from the onslaught Enzo had unleashed in front of everyone. Her thighs clamped tight around his hips, her palms braced on his shoulders like she needed the anchor to keep from floating off the earth. She leaned forward, lips brushing his ear on a shaky exhale—

“I love you.”

The words slipped free, unfiltered, born from the high still burning her veins. And the second they were out, her blood froze.

**Oh no. No, no, no, no. Did I just say that out loud? I did. I fucking did. Holy shit.**

Heat rushed up her neck, her face going crimson. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe, but his hands had gone rigid on her waist—tight, steady, grounding. He’d heard.

**Play it off. Laugh. Make it sound like a joke. No, he’s looking right at me. Don’t look back. Don’t—**

But she did. She couldn’t help it. His eyes were locked on hers, heavy, unblinking, seeing right through her panic.

Behind them, the chaos didn’t stop. 

“Jesus Christ,” Gino barked, still half-drowning against the ledge. “She called him Daddy. Out loud. Like it was nothing. I need bleach for my brain.”

Dom groaned, dragging himself out of the pool. “Nah, don’t even lie. That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. Man leveled the whole table and didn’t even break stride.”

“Facts,” Nico muttered, slicking water out of his hair. “I didn’t know she had that in her. Didn’t know he had that in him either.”

Their voices blurred at the edges, fading into the background as her pulse thundered in her ears.

**Oh god. They didn’t hear me, right? Just him. Please just him. Please let the universe give me that one mercy.**

Her throat felt tight, her chest worse, because the truth of it hit harder than the humiliation. She hadn’t lied. Not even close.

She loved him.

And now he knew

Enzo’s hand slid up, slow but deliberate, until his palm cupped her throat. Not choking, not hurting—just claiming. His thumb rested beneath her jaw, the rest of his fingers curling steady, pinning her in place.

“Say it again,” he growled, voice low and rough enough to scrape her spine. His eyes burned into hers, leaving no room to hide. “Don’t let it fall out by accident—say it to me on purpose.”

Her breath stuttered, panic and want colliding in her chest.

***I can’t. I shouldn’t. Oh god, but I want to. He’ll see everything if I do. He’ll know everything.***

Her lips trembled. She forced them steady. “I love you,” she whispered, this time clear, sharp, undeniable.

His eyes shut briefly, like the words struck him straight through the bone. When they opened again, they were nothing but fire.

“That’s mine now.” His grip flexed against her throat, the barest squeeze making her shiver. “Those words. That love. You don’t get to give it away and you don’t get to take it back. It’s mine.”

“Bro,” Gino groaned in the background. “She’s still on his lap. Someone get a hose before I do something I regret.” 

“Too late,” Dom muttered, reaching for another beer. “That shit’s seared into my soul. I’ll be replaying it in my head until I die.”

Nico just shook his head, voice low but carrying. “They don’t even hear us right now. Look at ‘em. Whole world could burn down and they wouldn’t move.”

Her chest squeezed so hard she thought she might break.

Enzo leaned in, lips grazing her ear, voice a velvet snarl meant only for her.

“You think you shocked me, dolcezza (sweetness)? You only confirmed what I already knew. You’re mine. And when I finally fuck those words out of you again, it won’t be a slip. It won’t be an accident. It’ll be a moan, a scream—the sound of your soul breaking open, so I can put the pieces back together with mine.”

His hand tightened at her throat, not choking, just holding—claiming. His breath seared against her skin, and when he spoke again it was softer, almost reverent, as if the truth had been burning in him too long to hold back.

“I never knew what it was to be alive until I woke up tied to your bed.”

Her heart stopped. Her whole body went molten.

***Oh fuck. Oh god. He means it. He means it and now I’m not just falling, I’m gone.***

And the worst part?

She didn’t want to come back.

Enzo carried her like he owned her—like he’d never let her touch the ground again. Lola clung to him, half-shocked, half-drunk on the raw gravity in his eyes. He laid her down, peeled the towel away, and for a second just looked. Like he was trying to memorize every freckle, every curve, every piece of her that had already wrecked him.

Then he broke.

His mouth crashed over hers, hands on her thighs, dragging her open as he pressed in, hard and desperate. The sound she made—choked, breathless, clinging—lit him on fire.

She wrapped around him, nails digging, breath catching with every thrust that slammed her deeper into the mattress. He was everywhere, consuming, relentless, tearing her apart and stitching her back together with every kiss, every growl against her throat.

It was over too soon—her body shaking, his breaking, both of them lost in the same wave. She screamed his name, he buried his face in her neck, and they shattered together—loud, raw, undone.

Silence followed, broken only by the ragged drag of their breathing. Enzo stayed buried deep inside her, trembling against her skin, forehead pressed to hers like if he let go, she might vanish.

Lola’s voice came out soft—almost a laugh, almost a sob. “I love you.”

No slip this time. No panic. Just truth.

Enzo froze, breath catching like the words cut him open—and then stitched him whole in the same beat. He pulled back, eyes locked on hers, darker than she’d ever seen but glinting with something fierce, something eternal.

“Christ, dolcezza…” His thumb brushed her jaw, shaking with restraint. “You have no idea. I’ve been drowning in you since the second I saw you. Every night. Every fucking day. And now—” He swallowed hard, voice breaking. “Now I don’t ever want to come up for air.”

Her chest squeezed so tight she thought she’d burst. She laughed, wet and shaky, pressing her forehead back to his. “Guess we’re both fucked then.”

Enzo’s smile was slow, dangerous, unbearably tender. He kissed her again, softer this time—like he was tasting the promise behind her words. When he pulled back, his hand slid up, curling around her throat—not choking, not restraining, just holding. Claiming.

“You love me,” he said, voice rough silk, meant only for her. His eyes burned into hers, fierce and unyielding. “Good. Because I love you, too. And that means you’re mine, dolcezza. Not just your body—your laugh, your fire, every thought, every breath. All of it. All of you.”

Her lips parted, trembling against his. He kissed her again, sealing it. A vow. A brand. A promise.

Enzo’s thumb traced her jaw, slow and reverent, his voice dropping like a secret meant for her alone.

“It should’ve driven me mad,” he murmured. “Them holding you. Touching you. Lifting you up like you belonged to them.” His lips brushed her cheek, hot with restraint. “But it didn’t. You know why?”

Her breath hitched.

“Because I saw it,” he went on, pulling her tighter against him. “Even when they had you on their shoulders, laughing, sparking, you were still reaching for me. Every smile, every fire—it circled back here. To us.”

He paused, teeth grazing her temple, voice slipping darker.

“And dolcezza…” his hand flexed at her hip, anchoring her. “It was a fucking rush. Seeing it in their eyes—the want, the envy—knowing they’d never taste you, never hear you break, never feel what it’s like to have you give yourself over. That’s mine. All mine. And it made me so hard, knowing the whole time that when the game ended, you’d come back here—straddling me, whispering for me.”

Her pulse skittered. Oh fuck, oh god, I love when he says things like this. I’ll never recover.

But she still managed a crooked smile. “You know…there’s a word for that.”

He leaned back just enough to look at her, brow furrowed. “For what?”

“Cuckolding,” she teased, trying not to laugh at the way his face immediately darkened. “Or maybe…exhibitionism. Sharing the view but not the prize. A little overlap.”

Enzo’s eyes narrowed, his hand tightening possessively at her waist. “Don’t ever say the first one to me again.”

Lola snorted, ducking her face against his neck to hide her grin. “Relax. I said exhibitionism too. Which, by the way…” She kissed his throat, slow and mischievous. “…kind of hot, no?” 

His laugh was low, dangerous. “You’d enjoy me fucking you in front of them, dolcezza?”

Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t back down. “I’d enjoy just how much you'd be enjoying it. Showing all of everyone who owns this body. Who can do whatever they want with this body.”

Enzo’s mouth crushed to hers, swallowing her little smirk whole before he pulled back, breath ragged against her lips. “Careful, piccola (baby). You tempt me, I’ll make it reality.”