She shakes her head. “No. You?”
“I’m fucking starving.”
I grab and spin her around before she knows what’s happening. I’ve waited far too fucking long to claim her as mine. I’m aroused and I need to make her mine. It’s in my nature to be possessive and I’ve held back for her, but it’s impossible to deny the feral desire rising in me.
She squeals as I pick her up, ignoring every scream and punch and kick as she tries to escape. Her fight is adorable, and it’s only turning me on more.
I’m going to fuck the living shit out of her, and I’m going to love every moment of it. I’m still rational enough to know it’ll be better for me if she enjoys it and I stop when we reach my bedroom, aware her screams have turned frantic.
“What are you doing?” she screams. “Please, don’t…” She tries to pull back. “I don’t want this, I don’t…”
I arch an eyebrow and grab her wrist, stopping it before her fist connects with my chest.
“We have a deal, baby. I’ve kept my end of it. Now it’s time for you to keep yours.”
4
YOU'RE MINE
ENZO
Adriana’s eyes flick down to her wrist, staring as my hand engulfs it. I’m so much bigger than her. Enough to make her look tiny in my grip. Perfectly formed. Perfectly small. Delicate and ready to break.
She bites her lips and shakes her head, trying to deny the reality that’s crashing down around her. Her hair spirals as she tries to turn around, sinking her weight down as she uses it against me.
She’ll hurt herself—and I can’t let that happen.
I don’t like it when my possessions get damaged, not unless I’m the one breaking them. Adriana’s panicking and I need to get control before she does enough damage to put an end to tonight.
I’m faster than she expects and the only option left to her is screaming as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bed. She’s thrashing again, and the fight is driving me insane, stoking the fire building inside me as my desire to fuck her senseless becomes difficult to control.
The girl is doing everything she can to stop this, and it’s only making it more likely to happen.
“Stop.”
I drop her onto the bed and she tries to scramble away.
I grab her ankle, yank her back to me, and pin her underneath me, watching as she writhes beneath me. Adriana’s resistance is a challenge I’m enjoying and I smirk, fully in control, as I watch her strain against me. She can’t overpower me, and all she’s doing is tiring herself out.
It’s a pity that she’s wasting her energy on something so pointless, but at least she’ll be more compliant when she’s exhausted. She’ll break quickly at this rate, and then I’ll get to shatter her over and over as I mold her to my will.
“Stop fighting this.”
“I don’t…”
I hiss as she defies me, and her eyes plead for me to let her go. They’re so damn pure and I’m going to enjoy destroying her innocence. Adriana will enjoy tonight—I’ll make sure of it—as soon as she stops fighting the inevitable and accepts her place.
Underneath me.
On top of me.
Legs spread or ass in the air.
Pussy ready and waiting to be fucked.
“You’re going to be okay,” I whisper.
“I don’t want this… you can’t… please, don’t…”
