Page 61 of Run to Me
“Anything, angel. Anything you want, just say the word and it’s yours.”
“What if I wanted pizza from Italy?” I ask between pants as his lips trail across my neck.
“Then I’ll make the call and have the jet fueled and ready to go within the hour,” he murmurs against my skin.
“What if I wanted you to build me a library in this huge penthouse of yours?”
“Down the hall, third door on the left. I had it built after Izzy told me about your store, before I even met you. You’ll find most of your favorite books in there, I kinda stalked your Goodreads account so I knew what to buy.”
Butterflies swarm in my stomach at the knowledge that he built me a goddamn library, before he even met me, because he knew I liked to read.
“What if I wanted you to fuck me right now, like it’s the last time you’ll ever get the chance. What if I wanted you to give me everything you’ve got, no holding back this time?”
I know he has a wild side; I saw it that day in my office, but he’s always so goddamn composed around me, worried that I’ll break. What he doesn’t realize is that I want all of him, everything he has to give me and more.
He pulls away from me to meet my eyes. The unsure look on his face guts me. I don’t want him to be unsure of anything, especially when it comes to me.
“Are you sure about this, Robyn? I don’t want to hurt you. I was rough that day in the office and the thought of me hurting you nearly brought me to my knees.”
My heart thumps in my chest as I stare at him. “I’m sure.”
“You know the traffic light system in case it gets too much?”
“Green for good. Orange for slow down. Red for stop.”
“Good girl,” he coos before bunching up the material of my dress in his hands and pulling it apart. Rather than just tearing it over my head, he rips it in half, leaving me exposed and pulling a gasp from me.
He flips us both over, so he’s hovering above me and starts attacking my skin with his mouth. He trails kisses from the corner of my mouth, following a path down my jaw and neck until he latches his lips around my peaked nipple and making me cry out.
“So goddamn responsive, angel. You’re always so fucking ready for me. Tell me, Robyn, if I slide my hand further will you be wet for me? Are you aching for me? Is your pretty little pussy drenched, ready to beg for my cock?” His hand moves down towards my center ever so slowly.
“Yes! Please, Enzo,” I whimper.
He smirks. “You’re so fucking hot when you beg me, angel. You talk a big game, asking me to unleash my demons on you, but are you sure you can handle me? The real me? Because it’ll be rough, I won’t hold back, I’ll give you everything I’ve got. I’ll show you the deepest, darkest, ugliest parts of me and I’ll do it with smile.”
Goosebumps pebble on my skin as a shiver rolls down my spine at his words. He may see me as his angel, his little bird, but I’m far from fragile. I want to see the real him, the parts of him that he holds deep inside, the parts he tries to control when he’s around me. If this is ever going to work between us, then he needs to give me all of him, just like I’ll give him all of me.
“I’m sure, give me everything.” I shoot him a determined, pointed look and his eyes darken until they’re nearly black, the smirk he was sporting before is nowhere to be seen, and instead he looks at me like he wants to swallow me whole, he looks feral, and I freaking love it.
It’s like something inside him snaps when he grabs my hips and flips my body as though I weigh nothing. He pulls the rest of the fabric of the dress from my body and lets out a groan before positioning me so I’m on my hands and knees, completely exposed to him.
“Fuck, just look at you, I swear you’re the only woman on earth with the power to unravel me, to destroy me, to fucking break me apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left. You fucking own me angel, and I can’t imagine my life any other way. You own my goddamn soul, Robyn. But I also own yours. I ownyou.And now I’m gonna show you exactly what that looks like,” he rasps before landing a sharp blow to my ass.
The slap stings, but it also sends a spark of pleasure through my veins, and I can’t help the moan that comes from my lips, as though it’s being pulled from my soul to right out here in the open, waiting for Enzo to snatch it up and keep it as his. To keep a part of me as his.
“You okay?” I can hear the hesitation in his voice, as though the indecision to keep going is tearing him apart. I know him, and I know that the thought of him actually hurting me, causing me pain is killing him. He’d rather drown himself in his own blood than ever cause me the slightest bit of pain.
“More,” I plead.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Enzo
“More.”
Something inside me snaps as she whispers that word, and all my worries fade away. She wouldn’t let me keep going if she was really hurting because she knows it would fucking kill me. She trusts me with everything, she trusts me to do this, so I need to put my trust in her, and believe what she’s telling me.
My pulse quickens as I stare down at her. She’s on her hands and knees in front of me, ready, waiting and so fucking willing. She knows there’s a darker side to me than what I’ve shown her since we started our relationship, and she’s practically begging me to let that side out, and fuck if that doesn’t have my cock fucking leaking.