Chapter 14
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Chapter Fourteen
She flinches when I step inside her bedroom, letting her small red leather notebook and pencil fall to the floor. The flinch…it was a barely perceptible movement but my senses are attuned to her.
Something unfamiliar flickers in my gut. I don’t have a word for it. A terrible tenderness. A burn to possess her. A desire to hurt her. A need to protect. It’s all mixed inside me.
I should tell her I know she is lying, but I am shitty with words.
But now I am lying too.
She may have signed up to be seduced. But she didn’t sign up for this sick game I am playing.
And then as she melts in my arms the feeling is more intense. I want to hurt her and heal her…just the way she needs.
I want to plunge into the slick heat of her cunt and fill her with my come. Mark her inside too. Put a f*****g baby in her.
But she is Salvatore’s.
Still.
And she is presenting her ass to me like an animal in heat, without even looking at me. So, instead of f*****g her, I let my hand fall hard on her ass.
The surprised scream that leaves her mouth is a song to my ears and I slap her other asscheek.
I spank her because I can.
Because she is just another woman who enjoys s*x whenever and wherever she can find. That’s all she is—another woman—I tell myself over and over as my palm smacks against her flesh in a steady rhythm. Until my hand is numb and her ass cheeks are rosy red.
Until I believe the lies I tell myself.
“Please, Enzo.”
Her desperate whimper breaks my conviction. The way she says my name. Princess-like.
Innocent. Insolent.
Fuck.
She’s Salvatore’s. But she’s also mine.
The thought twists in my gut.
“On the bed,” I order through clenched teeth.
She stretches out as I climb on the bed.
If I wasn’t already painfully f*****g hard, the sight of her laid out like this, her lashes wet with tears, would have my d**k throbbing in less than a half second.
I am about to combust.
I shove down my pajamas, releasing my massive c**k. I fist the head but the pressure in my balls builds at an impossibly fast rate. I must f**k her. Now.
I kneel between her legs. She sucks in a deep breath as I lean down, lowering my face toward hers. “Do you really want me?”
“f**k me, please,” she whispers, staring into my eyes.
She has no idea of the power within that innocent and pleading gaze of hers. If she did, this situation might easily be reversed. I might be the one laid out on the bed, obedient and ready to serve. It’s much, much more powerful than any sexy smile she might give me.
I enter her with a single thrust and I show her no mercy, pressing my thick and long c**k all the way in, tilting her pelvis to conquer every inch of her.
She assumes I’m going to f**k her until we come and that will be that.
She’s sorely mistaken. I want to punish her for making me want things I’ve never had before. Companionship. Conversation. Comfort.
I’ve already bent my rules too much.
Tonight won’t be over until she surrenders to me in every way, and that includes more than her pleasure. It includes her soul.
Because mine?
She has stolen it already.
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