Alpha Enzo’s POV
She knew exactly what she was doing. She was deliberately pushing my buttons, testing the limits. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. I wouldn’t let her see that she was getting to me.
This was my idea. I was punishing her, not the other way around. The punishment I gave her shouldn’t affect me, yet every fiber of my being was fighting for control.
I drew in a slow breath, fists clenched tight, struggling to ignore her every movement.
“Do me next,” one of the masked Dom with me said, and before I knew it, he grabbed her.
It took every ounce of willpower not to break his hand. The sight of her perched on his lap, the way his hands greedily roamed her body—it ignited something feral inside me.
Anger coursed through my veins as I watched her wrap her hands around
