Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

E nzo Valentino swiping a finger through my pussy and tasting me has to be one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. Or perhaps that's just Enzo. Initially, I thought he was cocky because of his last name. The money, the power that's attached to it.

But now that I've seen his cock, which is beyond impressive, I understand where that cockiness and self-esteem are coming from. I didn't realize how sexy confidence could be on someone. Then again, it's highly possible that it's just Enzo too. The forbidden fruit thing. He is literally one of the last people I should be naked with. The last person I should feel safe with. But I don't think he'd hurt me.

He wouldn't, would he?

My head screams at me to keep my guard up, while my heart is telling me to let go and enjoy the fall.

I'm not falling for him. This is a one-night thing.

"Enzo, I need you to be inside me," I tell him, urging him to hurry it up. He's just staring at my pussy and, honestly, I'm starting to get self-conscious about being laid out so bare for him.

"You can't hurry one's admiration of art, Kayleigh," he tells me. "This pussy of yours, of mine , is a fucking work of art. Molded to perfection. So damn pretty, delicious. Mine," he growls the last word, and I feel a gush of wetness seep out of me. I can't be held accountable for how my body reacts to his words. Or how the thought of being his isn't horrible.

Wrong, yes. Horrible, no.

Enzo finally takes the condom from my hand, ripping into the foil with his teeth. "Just remember, when you struggle to walk tomorrow, you asked for this. You unleashed the beast," he says.

"I think I can handle you. Give me your best." I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles together.

Enzo rolls the condom down his shaft. "This is round one, just so you know. There will be more."

"Mhmm, maybe all this talking is because, well, you know how the saying goes… Those who can't, teach… " I tease.

"You doubting my ability to fuck you into oblivion only makes me want to fuck you harder," he grunts as he lines the tip of his cock up with my entrance. "Are you ready for me?"

As if he can't tell how wet I am. "More than ready." I pull him into me, using my legs as leverage. His cock slides in, stretching me to a point it's slightly painful.

Enzo stops, his eyes searing through mine. "As much as I want to fuck you into next week, I don't actually want to hurt you. It's okay to slow down."

"I don't want this to be slow. I want what you promised me. I want to forget my own name. I want to lose myself in you and not think about anything else."

"As you wish," he says while slowly moving into me farther. "Just give yourself a minute to adjust. Let this pussy have time to acquaint herself with her new master."

My face scrunches up. "You did not just say that." I laugh.

"I did." He shrugs. "But I also got you to relax. Seems you like the idea of my cock owning this tight fucking cunt of yours." He sinks all the way inside me and stills. "Fuck, you're tight," he grits between clenched teeth.

"Sorry?" I'm not sure if I should be or not.

"That's not something you need to apologize for, babe. It's a good thing. You have done this before, right?" he asks.

"Of course I have," I tell him. "You're just… bigger than what I've had inside me before."

The smile that spreads across his face is huge. Almost as huge as the rest of him. "I'm going to imprint my cock on this cunt." He slowly slides out and then back in again.

The pain has subsided. Enzo repeats the process, sliding in and out. His movements slow. Controlled. I lift my hips and try to pick up the pace. But instead of going faster, Enzo unlocks my legs, pushing my thighs back until my knees are up at my chest. His hands grip my ankles. And then he leans forward and pushes into me. I swear he goes deeper. I don't know what the tip of his cock is touching now but my entire body lights up.

"Holy shit. Do that again," I tell him.

"I think you've forgotten who's in charge here, babe." Enzo pulls out and slams back into me. Harder.

My head rolls back, and my eyes close. He keeps going, harder than before. And then he starts fucking me. His fingers biting into my ankles. I wouldn't be surprised if I were covered in bruises. I can feel the orgasm coming on. And I can hear the screams coming out of me, but I can't do anything to stop them.

"Oh god!" I moan as my stomach clenches.

"Open your eyes. I want you to see who's fucking you, who's making you come apart," Enzo growls.

My eyes snap open and connect with his.

"Better. So fucking pretty." He releases one of my ankles and his hand wraps around my neck. "Come for me," he says. "Coat my cock with your juices. Show me how fucking pretty you come, piccolo ladro."

I do. I come harder than I ever have in my life. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he had a remote control for my body and he just hit the detonate button.

"I'm going to give you two minutes to catch your breath and then we're going to start round two," Enzo says as he allows my legs to fall onto the mattress. They're open in a butterfly position, his hands on my knees as he continues to move in and out of me. Ever so slowly.