“I’m not trying to!” I clenched my teeth.
He gripped himself and pulled out as my spasms nearly became too much for my body to handle. The pressure within me released, and I could hear the sound of liquid saturating the tiles beneath us.
“Well, fuck,” Enzo said as he dabbed at the front ofhis slacks. “I can’t allow shit like this.” He leaned over me, and with an annoyed slap of my cheek, he whispered in my ear. “Change of plans. I’ll make you come until you’re begging me to stop.”
He surged back inside me, putting weight on my pelvis as drove into me with deep, quick thrusts. The spasms reappeared almost instantly, and he pulled out in time to let me explode against him, sending more of my come dripping to the floor. He did it again and again until my body was rigid and tense with exhaustion. Even my jaw throbbed from the writhing strain. I put my hand down and blocked my uncomfortably sensitive clit.
“I told you. You’re going to come until it hurts,” he said as he ripped my hand away.
He leaned into me and grinded his hips instead of thrusting. The circular motion gave me spasms so strong I cried out. The heat and friction rubbed me until I came again, still stuffed with his cock. My body trembled as I tried to push him away, too sensitive to keep going, but he pinned my wrists above my head and continued to grind against me.
“Please, I can’t do it anymore,” I pleaded. I never thought I’d tap out from orgasms. The pleasure warped into discomfort as it ravished my body and flooded my senses.
“Is that so?” A sly smile crossed his face as he continued to move his hips against mine. “I think by the time I bust, I’ll force you to come one more time for me.”
Enzo began to thrust again with shallow and quick movements. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck to steady my trembling body, and he thrust in a newupward position. Just when I thought there was absolutely nothing left to saturate the ground, he pulled out enough to let a final gush of liquid pour out of me.
“Oh, good girl,” he whispered as he pushed deep inside me again.
The sloshing sound of wetness between us intensified. He growled against my shoulder as his thrusts slowed and grew unsteady. His hands gripped my hips roughly as he came.
Enzo stayed inside me until his come began to seep around him. He pulled out and pulled up his boxers. He tossed my dress at me. “Clean it up.” He shifted his weight and crossed his arms.
“With this?” I looked at him in disbelief. This dress was one of my favorites, and I didn’t enjoy the idea of having it dry cleaned with the proof of my escapade smeared all over the front. I tried to turn the fabric inside out, but he stopped me.
“Ah ah, I want him to see what I did to his daughter,” Enzo said as he wiped a hand through the fine hair of his beard. He snatched my dress from my hands and rubbed the front of it between my legs. “Wear my mark proudly when you return home,” he said as he threw my dress back at me. “Like a good girl.”
My stomach was tight, and my thighs quivered from my orgasm. I clenched them together as I closed the book and bathed in the remnants of a world I could never imagine living within. A seductive place with danger lurking inevery corner, where hatred made for better sex. Hate fucking. The buildup of a raw and visceral rage. Despising someone so much that the only way to keep from blowing up was to release that frustration through sex. Enemies to lovers was my fucking favorite because of it. I didn't care how or why they were enemies, I just wanted them to solve their problems by fucking. I wanted them to fuck until they stopped hating each other and realized the explosion of emotions was from love after all.
Explosiveness. That's what I wanted. What I needed. An animalistic, jealous reaction that made nothing else matter besides being inside me and claiming me as their own. I wanted my pussy to be where the beat of a panicked lover's heart could be soothed. I wanted to feel the combustible line between hate and love, two of the most dangerous emotions we could ever have.
I wanted the danger.
Chapter Seven
“Hey,” Michael said with a grin as I walked in the front door.
“Why are you in such a good mood?” I asked as he pulled me into him for a hug.
He held me at arm’s length, a smile still planted on his face. “Guess what?”
I couldn’t begin to guess. He was never this happy after a workday. “Just tell me. I’m not a good guesser.”
“Fine. We’ve been invited to a party hosted by one of my company’s special clients!”
“And we have to go?” His excitement surprised me. Michael wasn’t the party type. Hell, neither was I.
“What? Yes! It’s an honor to receive an invite. These gatherings are usually kept a secret.”
“Clearly not very well.” I tightened my lips in a pinched smile.
“I don’t even know what sort of party it is, but I was told we have to wear something nice and we have to leave our phones in the car.”
“Leave our phones? That doesn’t seem the least bit suspicious to you?”
“Not really. Maybe they’ll have drugs or something. You wouldn’t want phones withcamerasif you were throwing that sort of rager.”
“Rager? How old are you?” I laughed, making his smile widen.
