Page 78 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One

“No.”

No. She says no. She’s got a death wish. Murdered by my cock, ’cause I swear I will fuck her until she withers and dies if she doesn’t say those words to me. I fist her hair and drag her to the bed. Her ass is in front of me. I pull apart her ass cheeks and spit onto her asshole.

“Enzo,” she moans, the first hint of alarm in her voice.

I won’t fuck her ass dry, but I let her panic. “Shh. You only have to say the words, Reese.” I stick a finger in her wet pussy before brushing it against her asshole. She stiffens. “Relax, Principessa. I’m never gonna hurt you unless you want me to. You should know that by now.”

The tension leaves her body with my words, and she relaxes. I gently circle her asshole before I slide my finger inside. Reese moans and shifts her body to accommodate the small intrusion. I jam my cock into her pussy and groan. She’s so fuckin’ tight, so wet, so warm. My cock is in his own personal heaven.

As I fuck her mercilessly, I think how much this girl owns my fuckin’ heart, how I’d bleed, rip off my skin, stab my heart out just to be near her. I had no idea what life was until the day I saw her in the club in that stupid cat suit. She’s my everything, and I will be hers, even if I have to take it. There’s nothing gentle about what my cock is doing to her, but then again, there’s nothing gentle about her hold on my heart.

“Say it, baby. Three little words.”

Her pussy clenches on my cock, and I’m about to pull out when Reese screams, “I love you.”

I remove my finger from her ass and grab her, digging into her sides as I pound into her, letting the warmth of her pussy engulf my cock until we both scream. I grab her hair, pull her off the bed, and crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is consuming more than any other. It’s not gentle, it’s not kind. It’s full of desperation, despair, and desire. It’s a kiss that seals our fate from this moment—we are two souls who need each other to survive.

“I love you, Reese. Don’t you ever forget it or doubt it. I’ll fuckin’ kill any fucker who hurts you, and I won’t think twice about it. You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”

“Would you kill yourself?”

Her question lingers in the room.

“If I hurt you? Yes, I’ll slit my own damn throat.” I don’t need to think about it. I know I would because hurting Reese would mean losing her, and I’d rather die than be without her.

Reese nods, a sexy smile on her beautiful face. “No, Daddy. I’ll slit it before you have a chance.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose. “I gotta go see what those two assholes have.”

Reese turns red and buries her head in her hands. “Oh, God. They heard everything.”

I shrug as I pull out a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt from the dresser. “Yes, that was the point.”

“What?”

“They need to know that I’m serious about you. We’ve been after your father since we were kids—well, Ciaran and I. Vance got pulled into it ’cause he’s like family.”

“What do you mean, after my father?” she asks.

“I’m gonna kill Vincent Ferreri, baby.”

Chapter 11

REESE

I’m gonna kill Vincent Ferreri.

Those words should horrify me. But I didn’t have a loving relationship with my father. He isn’t normal. The way he sees me isn’t normal. I was terrified of the man and what he would do to me when I was still playing with dolls.

Enzo's words don’t elicit rage or fear at the idea of losing a loving father. They bring relief at the idea of finally being rid of my tormentor. It’s not what that man has done to me that tips me toward cheering for his death. It’s what he’s done to the man I love. A man who’s become the blood pumping in my veins and the ache fueling my heart.

After Enzo told me his story and my father’s hand in it, I wanted to blow my father’s brains out and watch as the blood drained from his body.

I rub the tattoo on my hip and close my eyes, hoping to shut out the memory of all the vicious scars on Enzo’s body. The horror of flames licking his skin and eating his sensitive flesh. He was a fuckin’ boy, a child, and my father and his fucked-up friends had no issues taking his innocence and using him until there was nothing left but the monster.

Shouldn’t shock me. The fucker has a thing about taking innocence. He tried to take mine. That night after the sex club, I didn't go home. That was the night I finally found my voice and left. Enzo saved me that night, and there is no fuckin’ way I’m letting him face my father alone.

I stop outside the living room. Enzo, Ciaran, Vance, and Finn have their heads together, their voices low.