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I shove him hard and watch him stumble into the brick wall. Not because of my strength, but because he wants me to attack. He wants me emotional and out of control. He wants me vulnerable so he can persuade me to run and live, while he gives everything to Milo.
Enzo doesn’t realize the more I open my heart to my emotions, the more my feelings for him will pour out of me. As it is, my love for him eats at my soul, burrowing deeper into my bones until there is nothing left of me but my love for him.
“You should run,” he says, but I don’t think he’s warning me because he thinks I should run from Milo. He’s warning me to run from him. Because what he’s going to do to me is anything but sweet.
I arch an eyebrow as I lean forward—our bodies close, but not touching. The whirling sensations bounce back and forth between our bodies. Pulling us closer to each other until we all but collide. “You should run,” I threaten.
He sucks in a breath like he’s breathing every ounce of me in. Like the breath is enough for him.
I smirk. “Got what you needed?”
“Fuck, never.” He grabs my neck and pulls me the last inch into his body. My soft body connects with his hard. And I melt into his arms. I’ve been trying to be brave, trying to do the right thing to save him, but right now, I don’t have to do the right thing. I can do the wrong thing—the very wrong, dirty, naughty thing.
His tongue dances in my mouth, exploring like it’s been months instead of hours since our last kiss. And my hungry growls at each intrusion prove I’m in the same desperate state as Enzo is.
“Miss me, stingray?”
My eyes flood with emotions each fucking time he calls me stingray.
Dammit.
I bite his lip as punishment for him playing with my emotions.
He chuckles gently, but I know that is the last gentle thing he is going to give me. I can feel his hardening cock pressing into my stomach, matching every other inch of hardness on his body.
He spins us around until my body is against the brick, and he has me trapped between his hips and arms caging me in. His lips come down on mine again, but he stops short of brushing against my lips again.
I whimper, needing him more than I’ve ever needed him before. My emotions are raw, broken, and out for him to easily pick up on, even if he wasn’t already good at reading my feelings.
But I can tell from the dark heat of his eyes, that he needs to talk before he fucks me.
“I let you go. I set you free, and what do you do? You get captured five-seconds after I let you go. Why, stingray?” his voice drops as he says the last words.
I swallow the lump down. “Because I was never truly free. I left part of me behind when you set me free.”
My lips come down on his roughly, shutting him up. Stop talking Enzo, fuck me…and then let me keep you safe.
This time, the kiss is enough to drag him under the spell I’m already under myself.
His calloused hand darts under my shirt and over my scared stomach. The touch of his warmth sends delicious shivers through my cold body. And I know the simple contact of my skin against his does the same to him.
What I wouldn’t give for a bed right now. We are in a dark alleyway. Anyone could walk by and spot us. We won’t be getting naked. I won’t get to relish every part of his broken, perfect body. I won’t get to kiss over every ripple of muscle. I won’t get to lay against his chest until our breathing has regulated to each other's. I won’t get any of the things that usually comes with sex.
But I will get everything I need—Enzo. I’ll get Enzo. Something I never thought I’d have again.
His fingers brush against my nipples. I’m not wearing a bra. I almost never do and the way Enzo looks at me when he realizes it always sends a shot of electricity from where he touches me to my toes.
“What part of yourself did you leave?” Enzo asks, kissing my neck as he fists my hair, pulling my head back to give him access.
“Mmm,” I moan as he thrusts his cock hard against me. I should have worn heels so I could feel his cock against my clit, instead of against my stomach.
Enzo reads my mind as always and lifts me up so his cock can sink between my legs like I need. We are both still wearing jeans, but the fabric separating us doesn’t matter. We don’t let something as simple as clothing prevent us from being together.
I tangle my hand in his thick dark hair as his rough stubble brushes aga
inst my neck, and he continues to kiss me, hoping to pull all my secrets from me. But I only have one secret left, and he can’t pull it from me.
“Tell me, stingray,” he nibbles on my ear.
