Rolling over onto my back, I started tugging my jeans back up. But they were wet and stuck to my skin. Before I could make much progress, Enzo was on his knees, flipping me back over. I clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away. An angry sob caught in my throat. I wanted to hate him. Hate what he was doing to me. But I was so tuned into him, to his touch, even as rough as it was, that I couldn’t do either of those things.
He grabbed my hips with both hands.
“Enzo.” I glared at him over my shoulder with fire-filled eyes. “If you do this, I’ll never fucking forgive you.”
His dark eyes met mine, but they were nothing but pools of blackness in the dark mist. I felt the head of his cock nudging my entrance, and then he forced his way inside of me with one strong thrust. My arms buckled at the force of his thrust, but didn’t give out. He didn’t give me any time to adjust to him before he started slamming into me hard and fast, his body bent over mine, one hand hitting the ground beside my head and the other digging into my hip, pulling me back to meet him. He wasn’t gentle. He never was. But this was more than just sex. This was his way of controlling me. Of controlling the situation. Of taking out his anger because he couldn’t actually control either.
I knew this somewhere deep inside, and yet I couldn’t stop the ache in my chest from spreading that he was treating me this way, or the burn of mortification that he was doing it in front of his men. And yet my traitorous body took him hungrily inside of me, loving the way his thick length stretched me almost to the point of pain. Tension filled my womb, sparks of pleasure shooting through me with every thrust. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give into the pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growled between harsh breaths. “Capisci cazzo, donna?”Do you fucking understand, woman? “You don’t leave me until I say you do.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t think he was really expecting one, and I wasn’t about to argue with him when he was obviously out of his fucking mind. Tears burned the back of my eyes, making them burn, but I refused to let them fall. I refused to let him see how much he was hurting me.
He thrust hard, pushing as deep as he could go. I felt him swell inside of me and heard him cry out as he came, a raw sound that tore at my heart, his come filling me until it leaked out around the sides of his cock and ran down the insides of my thighs. His weight was heavy on my back as he tucked his face into the back of my neck, muffling the sounds he made.
When it was done, I stayed silent and still as I waited for him to get off of me. My face and thighs stung where the tree bark had abraded my skin and from the corner of my eye I saw one of his men rub his palm down the front of his pants. Mortification filled me as Enzo’s lips pressed against the back of my neck, exposed by my braids falling to either side, and a chill ran down my spine. And then I felt his hand—the one that was on my hip—slide around to dip between my legs…
Immediately, I began to struggle. “No. No!”
His other arm came around my throat and he straightened, taking me with him until we were on our knees with my back against his front. He was still inside of me. I dug my fingers into his arm, trying to pull it away, but I couldn’t make him budge. All around us, Luca’s soldiers watched as Enzo shoved my jeans further down my legs and his fingers found me. “All of these men are going to watch you come,” he told me. “Hear you scream my name.”
“Fuck you! I won’t,” I swore.
He chuckled, but the sound was dark and cold. “You will.”
I tried to shake my head, to deny it, but a moan escaped my lips as he tightened his hand around my throat and pushed his finger inside of me alongside his cock, wetting it and sliding it up to my clit.
“So wet,” he whispered. “So sweet. I want to taste you on my tongue, baby. Your mouth. Your skin. Your cunt.” He pressed the heel of his hand into my lower stomach and rolled his hips. I felt him harden inside of me again. Delicious tension tightened and released low in my belly as he played me like a fine instrument, knowing exactly when to add pressure and when to ease off. In the short time we’d known each other, he’d learned my body better than I knew it myself. And no matter how hard I tried to fight it, to deny him, my body begged for release.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
“No, you don’t.”
He shoved two fingers inside of me, stretching me wide, sliding them in and out with his cock, and I sucked in a breath. I wasn’t cold anymore. As a matter of fact, I wanted nothing more than to strip off my coat and the rest of my clothes and writhe naked in the mud in front of these men.
“Unzip your coat and lift your shirt. I want to see you touch your breasts.” His voice was low. Commanding.
A tear slid down my face, my body moving, straining toward the pleasure his fingers promised. I was about to deny him, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. He would still get what he wanted, one way or the other. I let go of his arm and unfastened my jacket and raised my shirt and pulled down the cups of my bra, exposing my bare breasts to the damp, wet air and the hungry eyes that silently watched us.
“Touch yourself, Sera.”
My head fell back against his shoulder as I found my nipples, hard and sensitive in the cold air.
“Show me what you like.”
His fingers were still inside of me with his cock, his thumb slowly circling my clit. With shaking hands, I palmed my breasts, giving them a squeeze before I took my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and tweaked them hard then pulled, encouraging them to get harder still as I rolled them between my fingers.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice strained. As my reward, he moved his fingers back to my clit and imitated what I’d done with my nipples.
I cried out as the tight waves of pleasure deep in my womb intensified, growing closer and stronger.
“My name,” he growled. “Say it.”
I didn’t want to obey him. But it didn’t matter. “Enzo!”
I felt his entire body shudder. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please.”
