“I can’t—” Panic claws at my throat. “Not again, I can’t—”
I try to push him off, but the movement just rocks me onto his cock, and a moan leaves my throat unbidden.
His hands shoot to my hips, pinning me in place. “Careful,” he says, voice tight and frayed. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
The concern makes my chest tighten. I don’t want his concern. Don’t want him to care.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“Mr. Valerio—”
His hand comes up to cup my face, tilting my head until I’m forced to meet his eyes. “Really?” Something dangerous flickers in his gaze. “You’re going to call me that after taking my cock and my cum?”
Heat scorches my cheeks. “I don’t—”
“It’sEnzo. Just like you moaned it when you came. Or do you need a reminder?”
I glare at him, trapped between wanting to spit in his face and the humiliating knowledge that I did moan his name. Screamed it too.
“I’m not going to let you die from your heat because you’re too stubborn to accept what you need.”
“What I need?” A bitter laugh scrapes out of me, which soon turns into a gasp when he shifts inside me. “Fuck you.”
“You already are.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging his cock against every oversensitive nerve, and I arch into him despite myself.
“See?” he murmurs, triumphant. “Your body knows the truth even when your mouth lies. And you’re going to keep needing this until your heat breaks.”
I want to deny it. Tell him I’d rather die. But my hole clenches around him involuntarily, and we both feel it. The slick starting to build again. The tremble of new hunger sparking to life.
I hate that he’s right.
An omega in full heat after years of suppression is a dangerous thing. The dehydration alone could kill me, not to mention the fever and potential organ damage.
I need this.
Needhim.
I just wish it were anyone else.
The second wave is slower. Less frantic.
Enzo pulls out midway to grab water bottles and forces me to drink despite my protests. Then he’s back, settling between my legs like he belongs there. This time when he pushes inside, the desperation has dulled to a persistent ache.
The need is still there, and so is the heat burning through my veins. But I can think beyond the desperation now. I can process more than just the screaming demand for relief.
Which means I’m suddenly aware of everything.
I’m aware of the intensity of his gaze on my face as he fucks into me, dark eyes tracking every flicker of pleasure, like he’s savoring what makes me fall apart.I’m aware of how his hands span my hips, his fingers digging into my skin just shy of bruising. Most devastating of all, I’m aware of the way he releasescalming pheromones to soothe me, making me feel safe when I absolutely shouldn’t.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” I ask between thrusts, because apparently heat makes me chatty. “On the terrace.” I gasp as he grinds deep. “You said you had guards watching. Why didn’t you give the order?”
Enzo’s rhythm doesn’t falter. If anything, he fucks into me harder. “I told you. I understand wanting revenge.”
“Bullshit.” I clench around him deliberately, watching his jaw go rigid. “You don’t get to run a crime family by being sympathetic.”
“No.” He leans down, folding me nearly in half, and the new angle has him so deep I see stars. “You don’t.”
