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“Fuck me, Enzo,” I say, ignoring his request.
His eyes look torn between what his cock wants to do and what he needs me to say. But I know which will win, at least for now.
I grab his jeans and undo the button and pull down the zipper. I reach inside and grab his thick cock, hurrying his decision along to stop questioning me and fuck me instead.
He growls as I fist his cock hard in my palm, gripping him harder than I probably should. But the effect is what I was hoping for.
Enzo practically rips my jeans from my body. “You really should wear more dresses. Easier access,” he moans.
I chuckle. “I like making you work hard for me.”
His thumb flicks against my clit. And I forget any words I was planning on saying. I forget the reason we are in this alleyway in the first place. The zing zipping through my body at the single touch is too much and not enough at the same time.
I hear a car alarm go off in the distance. I hear people talking as they approach where we hide in the dark alleyway as Enzo plays with my clit. He slows as voices approach.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I whisper, my breathing already getting heavy and wanting.
His tongue licks slowly and torturously over my bottom lip. “I don’t plan on stopping.”
I feel his cock pushing hard between my legs as he continues stroking my clit with his fingers, pulling my slickness from my body and drenching his waiting and impatient cock between my thighs.
“Don’t scream,” he whispers into my ear.
And then his cock slides into me, and I’m full to the helm.
I can’t help it. I scream out his name.
I hear the voices stop suddenly as if they spotted us in the darkness. I don’t care if they see what we are doing. This isn’t about them. This is about us.
No, stop heart. There is no us. This is goodbye.
The voices and footsteps hurry off as Enzo pounds into me.
I feel all of him. His hands are gripping my ass, his cock pounding into the perfect spot in my body, and his lips kissing me as we pant everything into each other.
I don’t care about the bricks driving into my back with each thrust. I don’t care about the people that keep walking by with their eyes cutting to us; they can’t see us in the dark. They can only hear the moans of two people so desperate to protect the other that they are willing to give up their life. And I sure as hell don’t care that Milo is probably already in the building across the street, waiting for us.
“Why aren’t you free?” Enzo pants, somehow able to form words even though he’s fucking me with the desperation of a dying man.
He’s not going to let this go. I run my hands down his back to his ass, pulling him deeper inside of me, needing him to focus on this and nothing more. His jeans still cling to his body, and I can feel the metal of his gun, but also something else. More sharp metal—two circles.
If this was any other time, I would think Enzo was planning on being kinky. He hasn’t brought a whole lot of toys into the bedroom; we don’t need them. He can show me exactly how kinky and dark he is without the toys. But I can read his mind instantly, and I know why he brought handcuffs with him tonight—and they sure as hell aren’t to tie Milo up.
But I shut away my thoughts instantly, because I know as easily as I can read his thoughts, he can read mine. So I only let my thoughts break the surface, and I let myself fall into his plan. He wants the truth; I’ll give him the truth.
“Truth or lie…” I start as he keeps thrusting inside of me. I should get a medal for being able to get any coherent words out with him driving into me so deliciously, hitting every nerve ending in my body. All I would have to do to come is relax, but I’m not ready to let go of Enzo yet. I’m not ready.
“You knew Milo was still alive when you freed me,” I finish.
“Truth,” he says.
More thrusts, more kisses, more desperation.
“We are both here for the same reason,” I say. We are both here to convince Milo to take us and not the other.
“Truth.”
His thrusting gets faster and faster. Our breathing is light and heavy and fast. The pounding in my chest is erratic and unstoppable. We are both so close to coming I don’t know how we haven’t fallen over the cliff and into the sweet release of orgasm yet. The only thing stopping us is how desperately we are holding onto each other. And how much Enzo is dying for my truth.
