Chapter 10

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S he’s upset. That fucker had to open his mouth and put that damn sad look on Reese’s face. I’m going to punch Vance in the face until all that’s left of him is blood and brains.

“Get out.” I grab Reese as she goes to move. My cock is still on display, giving my two asshole friends more than an eyeful. “Not you.”

Vance gets the gist right away, but Ciaran, the fuckin’ buffoon, stands there rubbing his lip back and forth against those stupid fangs. “Get out, Ciaran, before I take out my gun and blow your brains against the wall.”

“I think I’d like to stay, just to see you try.” Ciaran chuckles.

I tug Reese to the dresser, pull out my gun, and point it directly at Ciaran. “ Get the fuck out. ”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Did you see what happened to Luc when he tried to get between me and something I wanted?”

“Luc”—Ciaran walks over to me and presses his forehead against the barrel of the gun—“wasn’t there with you during the worst of it.”

The crazy motherfucker. “Get the fuck out, Ciaran. This is your last warning.”

“I’ll leave ’cause I want to, not because your ass told me to.”

“I don’t care. Get the fuck out.”

Ciaran laughs before turning to Reese. “I’m not sure what you’ve done to him, but he would have shot the brains out of his oldest friend to be alone with you. Don’t fuck him up. Too many have already been there and done that. Don’t break him.”

Ciaran’s words have more truth than Reese knows, but I ignore him and turn to her. I need her to understand that what Vance said wasn’t true. She was never part of a plan.

The door closes behind Ciaran.

As I go to hug Reese, she flinches. “You wound me, Principessa .”

“Not as much as you’ve wounded me.”

“I didn’t know who you were that night at the club. You were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted you. I craved you without even knowing you.”

“So what would’ve happened if you had? Would you have slit my throat instead of fuckin’ me?”

“No, Reese. My plan was never to kill you.”

“What was it, then? Fuck me, make me fall in love with you, and then what? Ruin me by ripping it all away from me?”

“Do you?” I ask, peering into her dark eyes.

She pulls the duvet higher, trying to hide.

“Love me?”

She looks away. I hate it. I want to rip the duvet off her, slam her against the wall, and fuck her until neither of us can see straight. Bend her over and punish her with my cock, hands, and mouth until the only thing she’s mad with is lust.

“’Cause I fuckin’ love you.”

Her hand goes to her heart, and her eyes widen at my little admission.

“I’ve never said those words to anyone else.”

“Not even your parents or your kid sister?”

“Don’t be a smart-ass.” I step closer, forcing her against the wall. She’s got nowhere to go but straight into my arms. “So, do you?”

“Do I what?”

I rip the duvet off her, my rock-hard cock pressing against her soft curves. I thrust two fingers into her pussy. “Don’t make me fuck the words out of you.”

Her lips part, her head tilts back, and she bangs the wall. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I fuckin’ own you. Every part of you, including your damn heart. Now say it.”

She purses her lips, the fuckin’ brat.

My thumb rubs at her clit, making her moan. I can tell she’s close. Her eyes are hooded, and her breathing speeds up. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Enzo. Please don’t stop.”

She’s about to hit her crescendo, and I stop. Her eyebrows furrow, and her lips are set in a straight line. Confusion hits her face, and then anger. I smirk at her and slide the two fingers that were in her cunt into my mouth and lick. “Good enough to eat.”

“Then do it,” she demands.

I play with a strand of her long dark hair, “I will, gladly”—her face breaks into a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin—“once you say the words.”

Her hands fly to her hips, and she glares at me. “Now.”

I bark a laugh. The girl has so much fire in her. “Oh, no, Principessa .” I push her against the wall, my fingers pressing into her delicate neck. “I’m the only one who gives orders around here.”

She slaps me hard across the face, and I’m so fuckin’ turned on. I grab the back of her neck, my forehead connecting to hers. “You don’t want to play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll win every fuckin’ time.”

I grab her leg, putting it around my hip before my cock invades her warm pussy. My hand never leaves her neck, holding her against the wall. She slaps at me again. I smirk, which seems to infuriate her. She slaps me a third time but never once asks me to stop. Stop isn’t what she’s thinking as her eyes dilate, and she moans through her perfect pink lips.

“You’re so wet and ready for me, baby. Fight it all you want, but you're mine. You want me more than anything else in this world, just like I want you.”

She slaps me again, harder than before.I let go of her neck and slap her face gently, hearing her moan. Her cunt clenches on my cock like a damn vise. She’s as crazy as me. The girl gets turned on by the slap. I’ve never hit a woman before. It’s a little fucked up that I’d hit the only girl I’ve ever loved, but seeing the lust in Reese’s eyes unleashes the animal within me.

“Look at you, Principessa , getting wet from being slapped. So turned on because I use you like my personal little whore. Aren’t you ashamed you’ve turned into a dirty little slut for me?”

“Yes,” she screams. “Use me.”

My thumb brushes against her lips, and I withdraw. “Gladly, when you tell me what I want to hear.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“But I’m your asshole.” I slide my hands up and down my cock, and I see her eyes flash, watching me. She licks her lips, driving me crazy. I want to bury myself in her warm pussy until we both come, shaking the damn walls and making my guys wish they were deaf. “Say it, Reese, and this rock-hard cock is all yours.”

“No.”

No. She says no. She’s got a death wish. Murdered by my cock, ’cause I swear I will fuck her until she withers and dies if she doesn’t say those words to me. I fist her hair and drag her to the bed. Her ass is in front of me. I pull apart her ass cheeks and spit onto her asshole.

“Enzo,” she moans, the first hint of alarm in her voice.

I won’t fuck her ass dry, but I let her panic. “Shh. You only have to say the words, Reese.” I stick a finger in her wet pussy before brushing it against her asshole. She stiffens. “Relax, Principessa . I’m never gonna hurt you unless you want me to. You should know that by now.”

The tension leaves her body with my words, and she relaxes. I gently circle her asshole before I slide my finger inside. Reese moans and shifts her body to accommodate the small intrusion. I jam my cock into her pussy and groan. She’s so fuckin’ tight, so wet, so warm. My cock is in his own personal heaven.

As I fuck her mercilessly, I think how much this girl owns my fuckin’ heart, how I’d bleed, rip off my skin, stab my heart out just to be near her. I had no idea what life was until the day I saw her in the club in that stupid cat suit. She’s my everything, and I will be hers, even if I have to take it. There’s nothing gentle about what my cock is doing to her, but then again, there’s nothing gentle about her hold on my heart.

“Say it, baby. Three little words.”

Her pussy clenches on my cock, and I’m about to pull out when Reese screams, “I love you.”

I remove my finger from her ass and grab her, digging into her sides as I pound into her, letting the warmth of her pussy engulf my cock until we both scream. I grab her hair, pull her off the bed, and crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is consuming more than any other. It’s not gentle, it’s not kind. It’s full of desperation, despair, and desire. It’s a kiss that seals our fate from this moment—we are two souls who need each other to survive.

“I love you, Reese. Don’t you ever forget it or doubt it. I’ll fuckin’ kill any fucker who hurts you, and I won’t think twice about it. You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”

“Would you kill yourself?”

Her question lingers in the room.

“If I hurt you? Yes, I’ll slit my own damn throat.” I don’t need to think about it. I know I would because hurting Reese would mean losing her, and I’d rather die than be without her.

Reese nods, a sexy smile on her beautiful face. “No, Daddy. I’ll slit it before you have a chance.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose. “I gotta go see what those two assholes have.”

Reese turns red and buries her head in her hands. “Oh, God. They heard everything.”

I shrug as I pull out a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt from the dresser. “Yes, that was the point.”

“What?”

“They need to know that I’m serious about you. We’ve been after your father since we were kids—well, Ciaran and I. Vance got pulled into it ’cause he’s like family.”

“What do you mean, after my father?” she asks.

“I’m gonna kill Vincent Ferreri, baby.”