He growls, and I ignore him.
“Adi...”
“Stop. Calling. Me. That.”
I get up and run. Admittedly, it's more of a stagger at this point, but it's the best I can do given the state he's left me in. I make it to the top of the stairs and run straight into Enzo, who hauls me over his shoulder and carries me back downstairs.
He places me on the sofa, sits and I seethe.
His hands run through his hair and something in the garden catches his attention.
I take off again, make it to the landing again, and he's already there again. I'm thrown over his shoulder and this time he delivers a single spank.
“How the fuck do you do that?” I scream, pummeling him with my fists.
“It's a perk of being a demon,” he says, leering at me. “There are quite a few, baby.”
He carries me to his bed and places me on the mattress, surprisingly gently.
“Are you going to stop being such a brat?” he asks.
I shake my head and look for an opening.
“I will chain you to my fucking bed if you keep behaving like this. Don't think I won't. I've already got a collar in mind for you and I'm looking for an excuse to use it.” His jaw ticks. “Permanently.”
I huff, and he crosses his arms.
“You have three choices, Adriana. Talk to me and I will help you through this. Let me take you out and spoil you stupid. Or behave like a petulant child and leave me with no choice but to chain you to this bed until you choose something else.”
“I. HATE. YOU.”
His eyes darken and he draws closer. “I do not care. All I care about is how good of a whore you are for me.”
My clit throbs and I hate it. Almost as much as I hate him. He's got my pussy begging for his cock and my head's losing the battle to keep it under control.
I hate the way the filthy things he says arouse me and I hate the way his stare makes me feel special. Beautiful. Worshipped.
I hate that even though I want to hate him and everything he does, but I don't.
He's too damn attractive. Too damn intriguing. Too fucking funny. He makes me feel things that no one else has even come close to making me feel. Enzo is unashamedly vicious, unabashedly cruel, and unimaginably depraved.
And it's making me curious. More than that, if I'm honest. His dominance has me dancing to its tune and wanting to lose myself in its music. It's like a beat flowing through me and now I've heard it, I'm bound to move to its frantic rhythm. His frantic rhythm.
“ADRIANA?”
“I'M THINKING.”
I clamp my mouth shut and have the good sense to look sheepish as Enzo arches his eyebrow higher than I've ever seen it go. Clearly, shouting back doesn't meet with his approval. I'm approaching the limit of his tolerance and now I've got to decide what to do.
Not just about this afternoon.
He's been pushing for this since yesterday morning, and I need to decide if I'm ready to concede defeat.
It's a question of how much pain I'm prepared to tolerate. Enzo won't relent and I can't beat him. Not on this.
And maybe I don't want to.
My clit and pussy don't want to hold out and my head's losing the will. It's almost ready to accept I like some of what Enzo does and that the rest of it turns me on.
