Enzo’s POV
I knew I should stop. f**k. f**k it, I couldn’t. This was exactly my problem. This was why I hadn’t wanted to touch her in the first place. She drove me insane, and the second I slipped into this mood—this dominant, unhinged state where my wolf took the wheel—I lost myself completely. I needed her to be scared of me. Scared of wanting me. I wanted her to never think of defying me again, never think of harming herself, never even think of f*****g me if that’s what it took to keep her alive and mine.
I pulled my softening c**k from her mouth with a wet sound and stepped back, staring down at her wrecked body. She was a mess—tears, drool, sweat, wax, and welts everywhere. The vibrating plug still buzzed deep in her ass, making her twitch and whimper. Perfect.
“On your back.
