“Perfect, Adriana. See, nothing to fear.”
I pull her onto the sofa, stroking her body before my hands slip between her thighs.
“Spread them for me. It's your turn, baby.”
Her legs open and I dive between them, sucking on her clit as I feast on her sweet cunt. She tastes better than any pussy I remember eating and my tongue laps at her, quickly bringing her to the brink of climax.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come all over Daddy's face.”
Her back arches and her fingers claw against her stomach, searching for release from the agony of being close to oblivion.
I suck her clit into my mouth and Adriana comes, shaking against me as she screams and surrenders to bliss. My tongue flicks over her clit and I draw her orgasm out, rolling her straight into a second one.
She screams my name in pleasure and I want more, sliding my fingers into her and forcing a third climax. My girl's sweating and shaking, lost in the pleasure I'm giving her as she mumbles incoherently, begging for more and pleading for it to stop.
I lick her clean, savoring every drop of her climax as she collapses on the sofa. She's panting and those beautiful blue eyes are hazy, glazed over as her consciousness slips away.
“Sleep, Adriana. We'll pick this up later, baby.”
She moans as I pick her up, and she lifts her head. “You're the fucking devil, Enzo.”
I laugh wildly, thrilled with the praise she thinks is an insult. My girl has a lot to learn, but for now, she needs to rest so I can fuck her hard and train her to please me.
9
WOUNDED PRIDE
ADRIANA
Ilie on my bed, staring at the few things of mine that have survived the cull. Enzo threw all my clothes away, promising to replace my gym kit. He also threw away almost all of my jewelry except for a few antique pieces I'm rather attached to. I think he wanted to get rid of them, but my quivering lip persuaded him I cared enough about those art déco earrings for him to relent.
All that's left are a few photos and some books. My laptop's gone. My phone's gone too. My whole damn world has been taken from me.
And it's sitting in black bags on its way to a rubbish dump.
I want to burst into tears and the only thing stopping me is the certainty that he'll enjoy it. Enzo would see it as a victory and I won't give him it.
It's petulant and maybe even stupid, but if this is all I have left then I refuse to let him take it from me.
“Baby.”
His voice echoes through the house and reverberates through my soul.
I dread it.
Dread him.
Except I don't.
There's a thrill to my fear, and it isn't even fear. It's more nervousness than anything else at this point. I'm unsure what he wants and the thought it might be more sex excites part of me .
Enzo is insatiable. It's been three days and I'm sore. It's clear my body will have to get used to this level of abuse because he has no intention of stopping.
I've come more times in the past few days than I have all year, but he makes me want more. He's like a fucking drug I can't get enough of and I'm enjoying the high too much for this to be stoppable. It's fucking dangerous. He's a fucking demon and I'm damn sure he wants me to crave him so he can use it to his advantage.
He's fucking me into submission and I'm falling for it.
“Baby.”
