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and smashed down the part of him that screamed to hold on and never let her go.
    He knew better.
    Once bitten, hell, never again.

 
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    The plane landed at McCarran International just after midday on Friday morning. Lexi bit her lip at her body’s tenderness as she reached up for her carry-on. Thankfully, there weren’t many people in business class to witness her gingerly stride out of the plane.
    She still couldn’t believe how animalistic, almost primitive, Enzo had been in bed last night.
    He’d always been a powerful, earthy lover, but sex with him had never been the ruthless, feral coupling of last night. She’d barely had a moment to breathe before he’d been ready again, demanding, and receiving, a consuming performance from her. She hadn’t asked what had bugged him last night--talk simply wasn’t on their agenda when they met up.
    No, their time together was all about sex, where the only words spoken were meant to enhance the sex; make it hotter, steamier. Enzo loved it when she vocalized her demands in bed, and he in turn vocalized his. Apart from maybe a hello and goodbye as a nod to civility, they barely spoke outside of the bedroom.
    Except last night, when Enzo had introduced another dimension to their sexcapade - sex with more than a hint of dominance and a whole lot of anger.
    In the clear light of day, Lexi berated herself for not standing up to him.
    Whatever had gotten him into that state had nothing to do with her. She shouldn’t have tolerated it. But God, the experience had been phenomenal!
    She inhaled sharply. Nevertheless, she concluded as she wheeled her carry-on toward the exit, it had been wrong to give in to him. Wrong to let him march her down the hall into the elevator afterward, his fury palpable, tingeing the air around them. Wrong for him to kiss her again, hard and deep against her car, before shoving her inside and striding away with taut instruction to drive safely thrown over his shoulder.
    First thing next Friday, when they met up again, she’d set him straight. Never again would she allow control to be wrested from her, the way it had a year ago. She’d agreed to their tryst because she knew what it entailed - punishment on his part for what she’d done to his sister and an inexplicable need to stay connected with the man she still craved on hers. She wasn’t sure what name to hang on it, but she didn’t think it was love. Hell, why would she love a man who would dump her without so much as a word?
    He’d paid her a visit the day after the accident; he’d kept his anger at bay as he demanded to know why she’d drank that night. Sure, at first she’d tried to bullshit her way out of it, but in the end she’d come clean. The disappointment in his eyes had scared her a little, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought it would spell the end of their relationship.
    She’d taken his request to push back their wedding simply as a chance to give Cara time to recover from the accident. And why would he tell her he’d see her the next day, even kiss her, when he knew he was leaving London?
    Her own desperate heartache still had the power to deliver gut-wrenching pain when she recalled just how she’d found out her engagement had ended.
    After days locked in a fog of pain, the realization that Enzo hadn’t come back to see her had finally penetrated her stunned senses. Endless calls with no reply had driven her to seek him out at his house.
    The realtor’s pitying look and insouciant tones as she informed her that Enzo’s rented house was back on the market because he’d returned to the States still made her skin tighten with humiliation. She’d crawled back into bed and stayed there for a solid week, until her grandmother’s anxious entreaties had forced her to pull herself together.
    But that was then. She was much stronger now.
    Any more caveman tactics from Enzo and she walked. Plain and simple.
    Fendi sunglasses firmly in place, she