Rebecca’s POV
This wasn’t the reverent softness from last night. This was raw, angry, and desperate—like he wanted to devour me whole and punish me for every sharp word I’d thrown at him.
I bit his lip again, harder this time, tasting blood. Enzo snarled into my mouth, his big hand fisting my hair and yanking my head back so he could dominate the kiss. His tongue invaded, claiming, punishing, while his other hand roughly squeezed my ass, grinding his massive, rock-hard c**k against my stomach.
“You think I can’t make you lose the use of your f*****g legs?” he growled against my lips, his voice low and angry. “I’ll ruin this tight little p***y until you can’t even crawl tomorrow, wife.”
“Big words from a man who can't do a thing,” I spat back, even as my traitorous body arched into
