Chapter 7

R EESE

I melt into him. I’ve heard that cheesy expression my entire life in one form or another. Usually, I roll my eyes, but nestled in Enzo’s arms, pushed closer as if he can’t get enough of me, I melt into him. Finally, I get it. That desperate need for another human being. The ache you harbor at the possibility of losing them. The fuckin’ stars you see when they simply brush a finger against your skin.

He pulls away first. I almost cry out at the loss of his lips against mine. He cups my face, his dark eyes searching for something before he presses his forehead to mine. “You on the pill?”

“Yes. But it’s a little too late to ask that now, don’t you think? I could be six months pregnant, for all you know.”

He pulls back, moving so fast that you’d think I was on fire, and he’s scared to be burned by the flame. “I pulled out. What the fuck are you on the pill for?”

“What?”

He steps toward me, grabs my upper arms, and squeezes, a warning of what he’s capable of. When I wince, he drops his hands and moves away. His hands are in his hair, tugging at the black strands.

Enzo paces back and forth, muttering to himself. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot.” He moves back to me, making me flinch. I’m not sure what he’s going to do. He’s volatile. “I’m sorry I grabbed you. It will never happen again. I would rather burn my fuckin’ eyes out than hurt you. I’d burn my whole body. Head first like I did to Luc for laying a hand on you.”

When I don’t answer, he falls to his knees, his lips on my feet. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Just… The idea of you being with anyone else makes me see red. I want to burn down the world, kill anyone who thinks of you like that.”

I cradle his cheek and join him on the floor. When he glances at me, I see the horror in his eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone else, Enzo. I’ve been on the pill since I was twelve. It was a precaution I took.” I don’t reveal why I took the precaution at a young age. I was afraid of things that no little girl should fear.

He scrubs his face. “Thank fuck.” He cocks his head, examining me. “Why did you go on the pill at twelve?”

“People go on birth control for many reasons.”

“I want to know,” Enzo demands.

“And I don’t want to tell you.”

His hand fists in my hair, pulling both of us off the ground. It’s painful, but I’m at peace. “Don’t make me fuck it out of you.”

I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. “Is that a promise?”

A feral groan escapes his lips. He drags me to the sofa, launching me to it. The same thing Luc did, but with Enzo, I like it; it turns me on. I want it, all of it. No, I need it. I crave it.

He stands back, watching me. Lust takes over in his eyes, the anger gone, but he’s still domineering, in control. “Strip.”

The command is so feral that it makes me wet. Just a look from this man is enough to make me want to turn into an animal, but with Enzo, everything seems possible.

My gaze never leaves his face as I grab the hem of the soft cotton shirt and lift it over my head.

An audible groan escapes Enzo as he palms his dick through his pants. “Fuck.”

My tongue darts out, licking my lips, seeing him coming undone for me. The rough edge of his voice is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. It’s not just about the primal act of sex, but something more. His desire for me means I’m powerful, and for someone who has had little to no power her entire life, it tastes like freedom. My hands shake as I unbutton the jeans, pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them.

He stalks toward me like a predator. His face is serious, and he might look dangerous to anyone else. “You’re a fuckin’ work of art.”

I revel in his praise.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”

I don’t even think about what I am doing and fall to my knees, ready and willing to do anything for this man. His hand rests on my head for a second before he pets me, the gesture calming.

He then moves his hand down my head, his fingers gliding along my neck before he fists my hair at the base. “You gonna be my good girl or my bad one?”

Enzo has sucked all the oxygen from the room, and my reasoning with it. I don’t want to be anything but his. I want to be owned by every part of him, even the darkness.

Looking up, I grin. “Sometimes it’s good to be bad.”

He grabs my chin, tilting my head as he brings his face close to mine. He roughly kisses my lips before he says, “Yes, it is. Now take out my cock.”

My mouth waters as I slowly work at the button of his jeans. I’ve lost muscle memory and don’t know how to do the simple task. Frustration races through me, and I curse, making Enzo bark out a laugh.

“So greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” He removes my hands and undoes the buckle himself. He slaps my hand away when I move my hand to the zipper. “You forgot your manners, Principessa .”

I glance at him, confused.

“ Thank you. You forgot to say thank you.”

His words annoy me, and I find my tongue again. “I could say thank you, but then I’d have to bite your dick off.”

Enzo’s grin is easy and playful, but his words aren’t. “Try it and see what happens to your teeth.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would dare, princess. I just won’t.”

“What’s the difference?”

A sad smile forms on his lips. “The difference is I like you too much ever to hurt you.”

I don’t know why liking me would make him sad, but I want to wipe it off his face any way I can. My heart bleeds at the idea of this man hurting. I want no one to make him feel pain, even if it’s caused by himself.

I reach up and pull down the zipper of his pants. “That new?”

Enzo chuckles. “You like it?”

I jump up, moving away from him. “You let some girl touch your dick?”

His chuckles turn into a laugh as he grabs me by the hair, yanking me back to him. “Are you jealous, Principessa ?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Why did you get that?”

His eyes peer into mine, his finger trailing up and down my naked arm. “I missed you.”

“So you got your dick pierced?”

“I needed some sort of pain. A physical pain. My buddies beat the shit out of me, too, if that soothes your anger in any way. The agony you delivered was unbearable. It’s been over a decade since I’ve hurt like that. I’ve blocked my heart from truly caring until you came along and changed that. I figured getting my dick pierced would hurt like hell, and it’d keep my mind off you, at least for a short while. It didn’t work.”

I want to stay mad, but his words are bullets lodged in the center of my heart.

“Don’t be mad, baby,” he pouts before quickly adding, “I let a dude do it.”

I burst into laughter, hitting his chest.

“Figured it was only fair that I stay away from women, too, since I’d skin any guy alive who touched your body.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, where were we?”

“You’re a dick.”

He grabs his dick with one hand, his other still holding onto my hair. “I know, slut, but let’s be honest… It makes you wet.” He slaps my face with his dick, and my mouth opens as if conditioned to. “Doesn’t it, Principessa ?”

When I nod, his lips twitch before he smiles. “Open wide. I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours until you gag.”

I open my mouth, wrapping a hand around his erect cock. Enzoe tilts his head back and hisses. The pure bliss on his face makes me realize that I’m the one with all the power. Men like Enzo never allow themselves to be vulnerable. I’ve been around dangerous men my whole life, like my father, who don't allow even their wives to see them without their armor. Being with Enzo like this means something to me. It must mean something to him, too.

His cock is beautiful—thick, long, and veiny. I lick his dick, from root to tip, then back again, making sure he’s nice and wet before I wrap my mouth around his tip and suck, using my tongue to circle the head of his cock.

“Fuck. You’re such a good cock sucker, baby. Don’t stop.”

His words of encouragement egg me on. I bob on his cock eagerly. His hands roam through my hair, forming two fists. Gently, he pulls my head back and forth, fucking my mouth slowly, getting a rhythm.

My hands move around him and grab his firm ass, my nails digging in, encouraging him not to hold back. I want it all: the animal and the man.

Enzo grunts, answering my call. “You’re doing so well, baby, taking that cock all the way to the back of your throat like a good girl. Do you like being my fuck toy? Do you like knowing I’m the only one who will ever make you wet, that because of your sweet pussy you’ll do all kinds of dirty things for me?”

I nod, trying to tell him yes, but he holds my head against his pelvis. My hand snakes down to my pussy, and I rub my clit.

“That’s it, baby. Rub that pussy. Give it some relief. I’ll reward you for being such a good little girl for me.” He pulls my head down on his dick before releasing me. Saliva falls from my mouth. “Spit on your tits and cunt.”

The act is degrading, but it’s also incredibly hot. I used to wonder why I liked acts like this, why this was the only way I would get aroused. But now, as I’m basking in it with Enzo, I don’t care about the whys, only the fact that I’m euphoric. As soon as I’ve covered my breasts with spit, Enzo mercilessly shoves his cock back into my mouth, and I groan.

“I’m gonna shoot in your dirty little mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop like a good girl.”

Enzo doesn’t wait for my answer. He fucks my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My gagging sounds seem to make him harder. I want this feeling to go on forever, and that’s when I taste it, his sweet and salty cum.

Enzo groans before pulling out of my mouth. “Open your mouth and show me.”

I sit on the floor covered in spit, completely vulnerable to this man, and open my mouth, displaying what he wants.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”