Rebecca's POV
His fingers twisted painfully tight in my hair, yanking my head back as his mouth left mine and latched onto my throat like a f*****g animal. He sucked hard, biting and marking me, turning my skin into a wet, bruised mess while a deep, savage groan vibrated against my neck. My p***y instantly flooded, soaking my thighs with fresh slick.
“Enzo… someone might see us,” I whimpered, my voice shaking with pure need.
I didn’t want him to stop. I was f*****g dripping for this possessive bastard.
Without a word, Enzo dropped to his knees like a starving dog and shoved my maid uniform up to my waist in one brutal motion. He didn’t even bother pulling my panties aside—he ripped them down my legs and stuffed them into his pocket.
“Enzo—”
My protest died the second he buried
