Page 75 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
“Yes. Enzo, please.”
I yank her hair like it’s a horse’s rein. “Yes, baby, beg for my cock like a good little cock slut. Tell me how it’s the only time you feel you’re worth anything. When my cock is in one of your holes.”
“Yes, please, don’t stop.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve filled all three of your holes. One down. Two to go.”
She’s at my mercy, and I’m going to destroy her, leaving her desperate for me and no one else. This wave of possessiveness is sick even for me, but I don’t care. I’m going to ruin her because, somehow, she’s ruined me.
Chapter 9
REESE
Ifist the sheets, but I want to dig my nails into him. The blissful pain of Enzo pulling my hair makes me wetter than I’ve ever been. I’ve always fantasized about being used like this, wanted it like this, craved it in a depraved way like I’m priceless. Some may judge how Enzo talks to me or treats my body during sex, but Enzo’s words make me feel special. The more he degrades me, the more I want it. It’s my drug of choice. It’s the fuel in our passion, and I love it.
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’s 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 my father gave me when I was ten 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. Two fucked-up people losing themselves in each other. My heart expands with so much love for this man. He isn’t a good or kind man, but he’s perfect for me in every way.
“Fuck, you’re a goddess. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You get that, right?”
“Yes,” I pant, wrapping my arms around him, nails digging into his flesh, showing him the pleasure he’s unleashing in me.
Enzo grabs my neck and slams us around so he’s on top. 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 all right, I suppose.”
Amusement flashes in his eyes. “All right? All right?”
“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 yelp when he slaps my ass. “That hurt.”
“That’s what a punishment’s supposed to do, Principessa. Hurt.”
I smile as he rubs the spot he attacked with his massive hand. He hits me again, but this time, I sigh into the sheets. Enzo’s hand creeps 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 bask 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 two abnormally sharp incisors. They 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 like most people hold a gun.
Ciaran tugs at the chains around his neck, and his grin grows 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 who would hang out with a guy like Ciaran.