Tears slipped past my cheeks and dripped onto the weathered concrete beneath me. He pulled me up by my hair and jerked my head back. With a frustrated motion, he drew a revolver and put the cold metal against my head. My father thrashed as he tried to rise to his knees.
Enzo clenched his jaw. “I’m not going to ask again. I swear on my fucking mother...” He cocked the hammer without finishing his sentence because he knew I knew what he meant. He didn’t need words to tell me he would blow my brains out all over this floor and my father. I could see it in his face and in the surety of his hand around the grip of the gun. He’d do it in half a heartbeat.
“Daddy, I won’t be home tonight, because...” I leaned down and fought back more tears. I shook myhead before speaking again. “I won’t be home tonight because Enzo will be fucking me.”
“And?” Enzo said with a laugh.
“And he will make me choke on his cock,” I rushed out. Heat blazed into my cheeks, and I looked above my father’s head because I couldn’t bear to look in his eyes.
“Good girl,” Enzo whispered as he pulled me away from my father. He rubbed his finger along my trembling lower lip. “Let’s go.”
He shoved me forward, and I looked back at my father with an ache in my heart. My father caught my eye and started to rise again, but I shook my head. I had made my decision, and I wouldn’t let him die trying to save me. I had to do what I had to do to keep them safe, especially since it was my fault they were tied up right now.
I turned my fierce gaze toward Enzo. “Tell your men not to hurt them. I’m giving you what you want.”
At first his only response was a taunting smile. He rubbed his chin for a moment before turning back toward his men. “Don’t put your hands on them. If I call, kill them.”
He shoved me forward again and we got into his BMW. With a groan, I slid into the passenger seat, crossing my legs as my skirt rode up my thighs. The rich leather stuck to the sweat on my skin and pulled with each movement I made to adjust myself.
“Let’s get it over with,” I said.
Enzo leaned over, his warm breath making goosebumps rise on my chest. “Don’t rush this moment.” He looked out the window for a second, then back at me, his eyes flashing blue. He forced my legs apart and dughis fingers into the flesh of my upper thigh. His hand slid further until it rubbed against my panties. “Pretty soon, you’ll bebeggingme to stop.”
Enzo kept his hand on my thigh as we drove toward his home. My mind raced with fear, anxiety, and a bit of excitement. For a moment I forgot that it wasn't what I wanted. I hated him. I despised him. But my body fucking wanted him. I hoped his threats weren’t empty, because I needed to be filled. There were worse ways to settle a debt.
My eyes widened when we pulled into the driveway leading to a towering mansion with archways and extravagant Venetian windows. Ostentatious topiaries shaped into perfect cones lined the driveway. The stone masonry on the mansion’s outer shell looked like something out of a magazine. How much money did these people have?
Enzo drove past the house and parked in front of a smaller, simpler building with massive windows that allowed me to see the expansive pool inside. He got out of the car and patted the hood, glaring at me with squinted eyes as his other hand hovered over the revolver on his hip. He gestured toward the front door of the building with a jerk of his head. With a groan, I got out of the car and walked toward him. Gravel crunched beneath my heels. I faced him and crossed my arms over my chest.
He smirked at me and brushed his hand through his thick, dark hair. “Get your ass inside, and you better not have panties on by the time I get there.”
With one more encouraging shove, I walked toward the front door, looking back at him as I grabbed the handle and pulled it open. He leaned against the car andwatched me, a sly grin on his face. As I entered the building, the smell of chlorine wrapped around me. I walked along the edge of the huge pool and allowed my nose to adjust to the strong scent. The surface of the blue water rippled, and steam rose like translucent ribbons from a jacuzzi beside the pool.
I remembered Enzo’s demand to remove my panties before he joined me, so I lifted my skirt and hooked my fingers into the waistband. I pulled them down my thighs and dropped them to my feet, letting the hem of my skirt drop as I squatted to pick them up.
“Damn,” said a voice behind me. “I didn’t expect you to listen.” His strong arms encased my waist and made me stand straight again. He grabbed my panties from my hand, rubbing his fingers along the lace. “Pretty wet for someone who doesn’t want it,” he said with a rise in his eyebrow.
“Oh, fuck off.” I scoffed.
Enzo growled and pulled me into him. He rubbed his hand down my side, his fingers trailing over the bunched fabric of my dress. His hand slithered down my ass and my outer thighs.
“Are you patting me down? Really?”
“Nah.” He smirked before gripping my skirt and lifting it toward my hips. He exposed the garter holster that kept my pocket pistol pressed against the skin of my outer thigh. “I already knew you were carrying.” He drew the pistol from its holster, took out the magazine, and racked it, ejecting the round in the chamber. His hand hovered over the weapon as he placed it on the glass table beside us. “Just in case you get any ideas,” he said as hewiggled the magazine before slipping it into the back pocket of his dress pants.
Enzo walked into me until I felt the cold glass window behind me. The entire wall was made of windows which overlooked the courtyard by the house. My breath caught in my throat as he pressed his body against mine. He drew his pistol and cocked it before pressing it to my temple. He dragged it down until the barrel grazed my lower lip, pulling it into a pout. I could smell the scent of gun oil.
Enzo reached behind me and grasped the clasp on the zipper of my dress. He eased it down, his fingers grazing my back as he lowered the metal down its track. The straps over my shoulders dropped down my arms and sent the dress falling toward the ground. I kicked it away when it puddled around my feet. His breath rolled over mine again as he reached back to unclip my bra. He hooked the barrel of his revolver under the shoulder strap, pulled the bra away and discarding it with my dress. I fought the urge to cover my breasts, feeling anxious with the sun setting behind my exposed body. Landscapers shuffled around the house adjacent to the building, and the wall of windows put me on display.
I gasped as he gripped the revolver again and dragged the barrel further down, dipping between my breasts and rubbing the sensitive skin. His other hand grabbed the flesh of one of them, and I bit the inside of my lip to avoid moaning at his rough touch. He pulled the pistol away for a moment, but the adrenaline continued to course through me. A moan finally slipped out of me as he shoved the barrel of the revolver between my legs. Thecold metal pressed into me, rubbing back and forth against my clit.
“You want this, don't you?” he asked with a seductive grin. His free hand grabbed mine and rubbed it over the front of his pants. I nodded quicker than I meant to, and Enzo groaned. “Unbutton my pants,” he commanded.
I worked the button loose and lowered the zipper. The fabric spread and exposed his boxers, tented by his girth. As Enzo pulled his boxers down and revealed his full length, my eyes widened at the sight.That is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.Why does it have to belong to such a horrible person?
Enzo pulled the barrel through the excited mess between my legs and drew it away from me. It glistened with my wetness as he brought it toward my mouth. “Clean it off,” he said as he maneuvered the barrel until it was vertical against my lips.
I hesitated for a moment before putting my tongue against the metal and licking upward. The curve of my tongue wrapped around the barrel, tasting the mixture of sweetness and metallic electricity.
