Enzo POV
I shoved her shoulders back, my chest heaving as I fought for control.
"No, Becca. f**k, no. You're not yourself. This isn't you."
But she was feral, her eyes wild with the poison burning through her veins. Her fingers clawed desperately at my belt, yanking it open with surprising strength before I could stop her. The zipper ripped down. She shoved my jeans and boxers low enough for my c**k to spring free. It was thick, heavy, and painfully hard, the head already slick with pre-c*m. The cool air hit my burning skin like a shock, but her hungry gaze made it twitch violently.
"Becca, stop," I growled, but the words died in my throat as she ground her soaked core against my bare length.
I flipped her over in one rough motion, pinning her under me on the bed. Her torn wedding dr
