Enzo’s POV
I stayed inside her ass with my fingers as she shook and cried, aftershocks still rippling through her. Leaning down, I growled against her ear, my voice dark and possessive.
“This is only the beginning of your punishment, little mouse. You’re not leaving this room until I’m convinced you’ll never try to pull that stunt ever again.”
Rebecca’s body was limp and trembling beneath me, covered in a sheen of sweat, red welts, and patches of hardened wax. Her chest heaved with exhausted sobs, but her p***y still glistened obscenely, betraying how much her body craved what her mind fought against. Good. She needed to feel every ounce of the fear and desperation she had put me through.
I slowly withdrew my fingers from her ass, watching her hole flutter and clench at the loss.
