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I don’t know how his movements feel good to her. He’s pounding into her so hard; he must be bruising her insides. But her soft cries of delight tell a different tale.
My mouth parts as his tongue licks over her ear, whispering dirty words as he fills her cunt.
I remember his tongue, how commanding and deep it went into my mouth, how he could make me drip between my legs from just his tongue on my lips.
He grabs her hips harder as her body jerks backward against his. And I remember how his hand felt against my stomach as our bodies hardened against each other, both resisting and begging to be connected together.
And then he grabs her neck—just like he did me. He squeezes, although not to snuff out her life as he tried with me all those years ago. More to heighten her senses, to demonstrate his power, and her relinquish her control to him. Because that is what he needs above all else. Power and control.
Why would I ever dream about a man like Enzo? She may be enjoying herself, but it’s not from what he’s doing. He’s taking what he wants without giving back. He’s just like the men who took me.
I can’t keep watching, but I can’t tear myself away. Instead, a single tear falls at the loss of something I can never have.
“I never took you for a voyeur,” Enzo’s voice booms behind me.
I jump. Enzo isn’t fucking the woman on the couch. He’s standing behind me, and the fact that it brings me any relief at all burns me to my core.
26
Enzo
I lost control.
I never fucking lose control. And now I’ve done it twice in a span of twenty minutes.
I punched Langston, something I haven’t done since we were kids and wrestling around testing our strength. It needed to be done. And it helps my image at the club; the men respect brute force. But I haven’t had to use my muscles like that in the club in a while.
What I did after though was a complete loss of myself. I walked off in a whirlwind of rage, thinking after a stiff drink and time alone, I would be better. Composed, back to my usual controlled self.
Instead, I spiraled.
I drank four glasses of whiskey. I haven’t drunk that quickly since I was a teenager. I needed to take the edge off of the restless feeling stirring in my chest. But the drinks did nothing to calm the wild storm brewing inside me.
Instead, I went to my private bedroom. I laid on my bed, took my cock out, and jacked off to the thought of Kai.
There are dozens of women, scantily clad throughout this club. Any one of them would love the pleasure of being mine tonight. And they would do more than be mine, if I paid them well for their time with
me. Most nights if I needed a woman, I’d have Zeke select one for me. She would be paid well for her time with me, although no woman ever complained about how I treated them in bed. Every woman I’ve been with would have let me fuck them for nothing. No money was needed, but the money bought me a sense of protection from the expectation of more. It also let me have my way with them because I was paying for the night.
But I saw the way the women I fucked looked at me. With eyes of lust when they saw my sharp muscles and rugged body. They are used to entertaining men, most of the men in the club are older, ragged with life experiences. They are wealthy, dangerous men, but the women never fear, because they know I protect them. I protect all of them. If a single woman were ever hurt in one of my clubs, the bastards that touched them would die for their mistake.
The women see me as their salvation. A way to make money they never could otherwise. I’m their defender and savior. And if they get selected to spend a night with me, they see it as winning a prize. I pay them more for a night than they earn here in a year. And I pay them well for a year’s worth of work.
They think I’m a saint compared to the other men. They’re wrong. I’m worse because I’m the only one with the power to save them, but I don’t.
I fuck them. Give them the best night of their life. One filled with passion, pushing their limits as they take my large cock in every orifice.
And then I leave, treating them like whores. Not because I think of them that way, but because I will never date. Never marry. Never have anything more than one night.
Ever.
But I haven’t had any of the women in the club in weeks. Not since Kai stumbled back into my life.
I don’t understand the pull she has over me. Maybe it’s because she is the only one who threatens everything I’ve worked to obtain. She could destroy me. And being with someone who has that kind of power over me is thrilling. It terrifies and excites me. Pushes me, and that is something I rarely experience.
So I slid my thick, rock hard cock into my hand and pretended it was Kai’s lips wrapped around it instead. I came hard on my bare stomach. But it wasn’t enough. I immediately fisted myself again, imagining it was her pussy I was sinking into, which wasn’t hard to visualize since I’ve seen her naked more than I’ve seen her clothed. Her thin legs wrapped around my waist, and though frail, digging into me with all her might. Her fingers clawing as her legs squeezed me tight. I would drown in her body, our heavy breathing outpacing our flowing blood. I would fuck her until I simultaneously pulled a tear-filled cry and a rippling orgasm from her body. Only then would I slam my cum deep into her and adorn her with her first moment of pleasure during sex.
I came again, imaging her battered body surrendering to mine for the first time. Her eyes glittered with overcoming joy and terror at letting me be the one to show her the beauty of fucking.
