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No matter what, I’m safe with Enzo. He’d never hurt me. Maybe I knew from that first night at the club. Enzo is my twin flame, the other half of me. He might not be perfect to others, but he is to me. He slides his fingers along my mouth, and I open my lips, taking in his fingers. He pushes farther, and drool falls from the corner of my mouth. He catches it, wiping it along my face before he slaps me, and I scream as I come.
“Good girl. Come on my cock, baby.”
He keeps pumping into me. I adjust myself, and he allows the movement. Now he is beneath me and I’m on top. I climb back onto his dick and start riding him. His eyes close, and a guttural moan escapes his lips. His hands roughly massage my sides, fisting the flesh there, branding my skin with his fiery touch. Enzo’s thumb rubs against the tattoo on my right side, the tattoo that my father gave me when I was 10 years old. His touch helps erase the memory.
“You’re so beautiful, riding my cock,” he growls before he captures my mouth in a searing kiss.
Kissing Enzo erases everything, like nothing matters except the two of us at this moment. Two fucked-up people getting lost in each other. My heart expands with so much love for this man. He isn’t a good man, or a kind one, but he is perfect for me in every single way.
“Fuck, you’re a goddess. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You get that, right?”
“Yes,” I pant, my arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his flesh, showing him the pleasure he is unleashing in me.
Enzo grabs on to my neck and slams us around so that he is on top of me. His hands frame my face, not so gently, his cock moving faster and faster until he releases in me. “Fuck. I had no idea sex could be like this.”
“I’ve got nothing to compare it to, but you’re alright, I suppose.”
Amusement flashes in his eyes. “Alright? Alright?”
“I think you need a little more practice.”
A deep, visceral growl escapes his mouth, and I swear the vibrations go straight to my clit. He lifts me off the bed and tosses me across his lap, ass up. “I’ll fuckin’ show you more practice…”
“Ow!” I scream when he slaps my ass. “That actually hurt.”
“That’s what a punishment’s supposed to do, principessa. Hurt.”
I smile as his hand rubs the spot that he just attacked with his massive hands. He hits me again, but this time I sigh into the sheets. Enzo’s hand creeps on to my head, pushing me down on the mattress before he attacks my ass one, two, three more times. I groan, relishing the pain before two of his giant fingers invade my pussy. He isn’t gentle, and I’m basking in it.
“Damn. Didn’t know there was a party happening here,” a deep voice with an Irish accent says.
Before I know what’s happening, Enzo has me tucked away, covered in the duvet.
“What the fuck, Ciaran? How’d you get in here?”
The big blond guy from the warehouse grins, displaying his two very abnormal sharp incisors. They almost look like fangs. He jingles a set of keys. “These.”
Enzo opens the nightstand, and something silver flashes in his hand. I take a minute to register what it is. A Zippo. He holds it in his hand like most people hold a gun.
Ciaran tugs at the chains around his neck, his grin getting wider. “Should have gone for your gun, Enzo. Pussy seems to make your brain go soft.”
“What the fuck’s takin’ so long?” Another man appears, one I haven’t seen before. He’s wearing a black suit and has short black hair. He looks like an established financier, not someone you’d think would hang out with someone like Ciaran.
“Vance, what the hell are you doing here? I’m surprised you left Clarissa,” Enzo says before putting his lighter back on the nightstand.
“Ciaran and Finn called. We’ve got Ferreri. We thought you’d like the honor, but if you don’t…”
“You have my father? Where?”
Ciaran and Enzo pass a look at each other.
“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” Vance asks, looking between the other two men.
“Enzo here seems to have stuck his pen in Ferreri’s daughter well,” Ciaran chuckles.
“What the fuck, Enzo? You were supposed to use her as collateral, not fuck her,” Vance says. His eyes are cold. He looks every bit like a killer as the other two do.
But their looks aren’t what wound me. Vance’s words do. You were supposed to use her as collateral, not fuck her.
Chapter Ten
ENZO
She’s upset. That fucker had to open his mouth and put that damn sad look on Reese’s face. I’m going to punch Vance in the face until all that’s left of him is blood and brains. “Get out.” Reese goes to move, and I grab her wrist, my cock on display, giving my two asshole friends more than an eye view. “Not you.”
