Chapter 3

S ix Months Ago

ENZO

I ’m simply an observer at the club. I never sample the goods. I frequent the establishment for the secrets it unlocks. That’s what the draw is to a place like Provocateur. It’s drowning in secrets. I learned from a young age that knowledge was power, and there’s no knowledge more powerful than the sinful desires people hide from the rest of the world. Once you know the darkest desires of powerful men, you become the one with control, and that’s what I’ve always craved. Control. Powerful men will do everything you demand to ensure their skeletons stay in the closet.

Then she steps into my vision like the sun eclipsing the entire world with radiance and warmth.

I chuckle as soon as she comes into view. She shuffles her feet and keeps her eyes glued to the floor, probably shocked at the depravity she’s witnessing. She doesn’t look like she belongs here. That’s what I like—her innocence. She’s hesitant, wearing a novice outfit, a black leather dress with a Catwoman mask. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for Catwoman.

When my fingers touch her skin, it’s fire, but not the fire I’ve become accustomed to. These flames don’t cause pain or drag you into the fiery pits of hell. These flames purify your soul, but one molten lick will entrap you, making you its willing slave for all eternity. I can’t be a slave. I’ll never be under anyone’s foot again. I take what I want and leave. Just one taste.

“Punishment is my specialty, baby,” I say before nipping at her bare shoulder.

She jerks in my arms, then leans back and relaxes. From the corner of my eye, I notice a voyeur watching us. When I make eye contact, the fucker smirks as his hand moves against his dick, trying to create friction.

I narrow my eyes at him, telling him to keep his eyes elsewhere. The fucker rubs his dick harder. I know what I’m about to do is crazy. It could fuck up everything, but I don’t give a shit. “I’ll be right back.”

I drop her hand and march up to the fucker. He has the nerve to look turned on like I’m about to drop to the floor and worship his tiny cock. I grab his face and his mouth parts. My smirk matches his, but it’s not one of lust or desire. It’s one of death, the one I’ve worn my entire adult life.

My thumbs move up his face until they circle the outside of his eyes. “I don’t fuck around.”

It takes a second for my words to register, a second too late. My thumbs dig into the fucker’s eyes. He screams, not realizing that it eggs me on. That’s my thing. I like the screams and hearing the pain he feels. The pain drags him to his knees.

I slam his head against the wall, not once, not twice, but three times. Blood splatters on the ground, followed by his limp body.

“Don’t ever look at what belongs to me again,” I say, puncturing each word with a kick.

Moving back to the beautiful stranger, I grab her hand and drag her away. “Come on.”

“You just fuckin’ kicked the shit out of him, and I’m not sure what else you did. I think he’s bleeding.” Panic laces her words, causing my dick to harden. She glances down at my hand. “Your thumbs look like they’ve been in a bloodbath.”

I look at the blood and wince. Should’ve kept my damn cool and stayed calm like I usually do. I never lose it like that. I turn to her and snap, “It’s fine. He knows the deal.”

She stops moving, and I see fear flash in her eyes for the first time. Fuck.

I expect her to rip her hand out of my grasp and storm out, but she doesn’t. Instead, she licks her lips as if what she saw turned her on. The girl makes my head spin. She keeps me on my toes, something no one’s been able to do for the past fifteen years.

“Aren’t we gonna get kicked out?”

“No.”

“How are you so sure?”

“I know everyone’s secrets.”

“Where are we going?”

“Someplace private. These fuckers keep looking at you, and I’m not in the mood to light them all up. I’d rather terrorize your body.” Pulling her to my side, my hand firmly holding her waist, I bend to whisper in her ear, “Would you like that? Me making you scream?”

Her bottom lip slides between her teeth. “Okay.”

Okay. I never thought that word would sound so fuckin’ magical, but on her lips, it’s like I’ve won the damn world. I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me. Women have never been my thing. That’s why I only fuck the ones who know the score. I use them, they use me, and after we both nut, one of us gets the fuck out. There are no tender moments or a desire to bring them so much pleasure that the world under their feet shatters and their eyes see stars.

But this one, the princess, I want her to see stars in a distant galaxy. I want my cock to be a fuckin’ conductor, making her entire body play a symphony she’ll never forget.

I open the door to one room, a four-post bed in the middle with red satin sheets. The place looks like a French-style brothel from the 1920s. The wall is ordained with whips, chains, and floggers, and a Saint Andrew’s cross sits in one corner.

Her gaze takes in the room, her plump mouth slightly open, and her delicate hands rubbing against each other. “I’m not sure this is what I had in mind.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I trail kisses from her shoulder to her earlobe. “I don’t need these toys.”

Her breathing speeds up, her head falls back, and her body relaxes in my arms. “What do you need?”

She yelps when I grab her and toss her on the bed. Her mask shifts, but she recovers, moving it back into place. “I’m not a fuckin’ rag doll. You can’t toss me around.”

“Isn’t that why you came here, to be someone’s little doll? Or is your thing being the puppet master?”

She glances away from me, and I don’t like it. I want her eyes on me at all times. It’s hard enough to sense what she wants with that stupid mask on her face. “No, I don’t want to be the one in control. Um, that doesn’t work for me.”

“Good, ’cause I don’t enjoy giving up my control. Take the mask off.”

“I’ll take it off if you do.”

The bed creaks as I crawl over her, caging her between my arms and legs. “Sweetheart, if I want the mask off, you’ll take it off.” I smirk, touching the white ski mask on my face.

Something flashes in her eyes—anger, determination, heat, or a mixture of all three. The girl has fire, and I’ve always been attracted to flames. “I can leave here and find the next available guy.”

A growl escapes my lips as I pin her arms above her head, bending so I’m in her face, forcing her to stare into my eyes. Rage boils inside me. Something foreign that tips me off-kilter. “The fuck you will.”

“Great, so we agree. The mask stays on.”

“You like the idea of me fucking you with the ski mask on, don’t you?”

She turns her face away, a pink blush crawling up her neck.

I growl in her ear, “Hope you like it rough.”

The princess squirms beneath me, raising her hips and nodding her pretty little head.

“I need you to say yes. This nodding shit doesn’t work as consent for me, and I’m not into taking shit from women against their will.”

“I don’t know, but based on the porn I watch, I’d say yes.”

I drop her hands and move away from her, searching her eyes—for what, I’m not sure. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“This is my first time.”

I jump off the bed like it’s on fuckin’ fire. My dick’s hard as a rock hearing her admit she’s a virgin, but my head’s telling me to walk the fuck away. I’m not in the habit of taking a girl’s virginity; it’s not something I’m into. I like sex hard, fast, and dirty. The word gentle isn’t in my vocabulary.

But I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a woman. If I don’t have her, I might as well cut off my dick ’cause it’s never gonna get hard for anyone else.

She jumps off the bed, her hands on her hips. “Listen, it’s not a big fuckin’ deal. At least not to me. I need to lose it, and you seem like you’d be up for the job. If you can’t do it, I’m sure I can find a willing body.”

She moves toward me, reaching for the doorknob, and something in me snaps. I yank her hair, forcing her head to tilt as I look down at her. “The hell you will.”

“So we have a deal?”

I don’t answer her question. I stare into her eyes, wondering what I’m supposed to do next. “Fuck it.”

I lean in, crushing my lips to hers and losing myself in the blissful inferno. A kiss has me falling to my knees for this woman, and I feel like I’ve just fucked my life.

My hands fumble like a teenager, desperate to take the girl’s dress off. I need to see her tits like they’re the only ones in existence, and if I don’t see them, I’ll never see tits again. “Fuck, where is the zipper or buttons to this thing?”

She chuckles into my mouth. “It’s on the side.”

I tear into the dress, trying to find the stupid thing.

“Let me.” My princess gracefully pulls the zip at the side and exposes her flesh to me with a glimpse of black lace panties and bra.

My hands shake as I pull the dress straps down, letting the fabric fall and pool at her feet. “Those don’t look virgin-approved,” I say, pointing to her bra and panties.

“I’m a virgin, not a fuckin’ nun.”

“You’ve also got a dirty little mouth for a virgin. Wonder what else will come out of it when my mouth is on your little cunt.” I snap the clasps of her bra, letting it join her dress on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her little black panties. “On the bed.”

She smiles sweetly, walking so slowly that my balls feel like they’ve turned blue waiting. My hand comes down on her ass with a not-so-gentle slap. “Now.”

She jumps before scampering onto the bed like a good girl.

“On your back and spread your legs wide.” My lips turn up when she does as I command.

I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties before I tear them off her.

“Hey, those were the only pair I brought with me. Why’d you do that?”

“Because I enjoy knowing that my cum is going to be leaking down your legs when you walk out of here, and every fuckin’ man who comes sniffing around you will know you’re mine.”

She gasps as my gaze roams down her body to her glistening, pink pussy. Her legs close. I latch onto one knee to hold it open and slap her bare cunt. “You close them when I say, and not a moment sooner, you got that?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, lifting her hips and pushing her pussy closer to my face.

“Not yet, princess.” I move up to her body, holding myself above her as I look at her face.

The urge to fuck her hard and fast is so strong, to rip away her virginity, hear her screams of horror as she takes my blood-covered cock in her depraved little mouth. A vision of her on the floor, begging, completely ready to worship my cock and do anything I demand, like a wanton slut…

But a pinch in my black heart won’t let me. I don’t know what kind of spell this girl has on me. I hate it. Maybe if I fuck her, this will be the end. She’ll be out of my system.

My hands roam her body, fisting her big fuckin’ tits. She licks her lips and purrs. My fingers dig into her flesh, probably harder than I should, but I hate how she’s making me feel so out of damn control, desperate to bury my cock in her and forget the rest of the fuckin’ world and what a shit show it is.

“I should do something decent in my miserable life and let you walk out of here untouched, but I’m too much of a selfish asshole, so the monster is going to fuck you, and it won’t be gentle.”

I bend, latching onto her hard nipple. My teeth graze her sensitive flesh, desperate to take a bite. She’s soothing and unleashing my darkest desires simultaneously. She moans as my teeth clamp down. “You like a little pain mixed in with your pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. Her hands fly to my shirt. “Take off your shirt.”

I grab her wrists and slam them behind her head, growling, “I give the orders here.”

She nods before a playful grin forms on her lips. She’s so brave; no fear in her expression. Someone who can give as much as she takes. Maybe that’s what I desire: someone who can keep up with the darkness in me.

“Good girl. Listen, and you’ll be rewarded.” My hands trail down her body, stopping above her mound before I move my fingers through her folds.

She writhes beneath me, making me lose all sense of reason. I don’t like the loss of power. I survive on it, need it, and this girl owns me in ways I don’t understand.

I gently flick her clit. “Has anyone had their tongue on your pussy before?”

“No,” she pants.

“Good. I enjoy knowing I’m the only one who’s ever touched your sweet cunt.”

I pepper her skin with kisses. Fuckin’ bullshit romantic nonsense that I’ve no business doing, but I do it for her. When I reach her glistening pussy, I stop and marvel at its beauty. Her cunt isn’t the first one I’ve seen, but it might as well be with how fuckin’ desperate I am to taste it. I’ve never enjoyed going down on women. It’s a chore, but with her, I’m desperate to eat her until I drown.

Brushing my nose against her slit, I inhale her sweet scent of arousal. “You’re fuckin’ intoxicating, a special brand of drug made only for me.” My tongue slips out, and I take one long lick before gently thrusting a finger into her sweet hole. She inhales sharply. “You’re so tight, princess. It’s gonna hurt when I shove my cock inside you. But you’ll take every inch.”

“Yes,” she pants.

I lick at her core slowly. Her hips rise and fall, letting me know I own her passion. Tonight, I control her. She’s the instrument I’ve chosen, and I’m going to play her like a master.

“Good girl. Show me how badly you want my cock buried in your slick little cunt.” I chuckle into her pussy and continue lapping at her, ensuring my tongue pays attention to her sensitive clit. “Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty girl.”

“Yes. Call me a whore. Use me.”

I lift off her and unbuckle my pants, leaving my shirt on, unprepared to show her what’s underneath. “Oh, I plan to, princess. I’m gonna make a good girl dirty.”

My cock jerks free as I line up with her entrance. Her eyes widen, and she winces as I ram myself deep into her warmth, breaking her barrier in one thrust. Nothing sweet about it, nothing romantic. I feel like an asshole until I see the pleasure flicker in her dark eyes, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Told you I don’t do gentle,” I grunt. “I don’t care that you’re a virgin. I’m gonna fuck you raw, and you’re gonna beg for me.”

Her arms and legs wrap around me, welcoming the intrusion. She claws her way under my shirt, and I let her. The sharp scrape of her nails against my back breaks the skin. Maybe it’s her way of getting revenge. My cock twitches in her hot cunt.

“Yes, princess, let me feel your pain.”

Her teeth clamp onto me and puncture my skin, encouraging me to keep going. I thrust mercilessly into her, desperate for my release. A wild animal unleashed with no way of being contained.

My hand drops to her clit, and she whimpers on my shoulder. “You like being my slut?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a good girl, taking all of me. Your pussy is so tight, baby. Do you feel you’re worth something now you have my big cock stuffed in your tight little cunt?”

“ Yes ,” she screams. “Jesus, yes.”

My hands grip her ass as my fingers dig into the ample flesh before I latch on her nipple and bite. “Jesus could never make you feel this good. You’re fuckin’ the devil.”

Her teeth dig into my shoulder. She breaks the skin and then laps at the spot, tasting my blood and desire. Her body arches, moving us off the bed like a demon possessed. She pants, her hips rising, her moans needy and wanton. She wraps her legs tightly around me, her feet pushing against my ass, trying to force me deeper until she screams her orgasm so loudly that I’m grateful for the soundproofed room.

Slowing my pace, I glance down at her and do something that shocks me for the second time that night. I kiss her. She tastes just as sweet the second time. I’m becoming addicted to the taste of her lips.

“I’m going to pull out now. You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of how well you took my cock, and I’m going to reward you.”

“Please.”

Pulling out slowly, my gaze locks on her as my hand pumps my slick dick coated in her cum. I crawl up the bed, and her eyes widen as I grow harder. Fear flickers in her irises. Her mask may hide half her face, but it can’t hide how expressive those irises are.

“Shhh,” I whisper. “I’m not gonna hurt you, princess. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to sully your pretty little face with my cum, so when you leave this room, every fucker in this place and beyond will know you’re mine. That I own you.”

I aim my cock at her face and fist her hair in my hand. I yank her head back and pump my dick a few times before a desperate groan escapes my lips. Ropes of cum cascade onto her pretty face.

“Now you don’t look like a princess anymore, but my personal pretty little whore.” I bend, kissing the top of her head. “You did good, baby. I’m very proud of you.” Shifting, I lie beside her and pull her into my arms before covering us with the blanket. She sighs into my chest as I kiss the top of her head. “You all right?”

“Yes. Perfect,” she says as she nestles into my arms, and then we drift off to sleep.

When I wake up, I’m in the room alone. The princess is gone, and an ache I haven’t experienced in over a decade pierces my chest.