“Please what, baby girl?”
“Please make me come,” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Make me come,” I cried. “Please, Enzo!”
“Good girl.” His fingers dove inside of me again and then he was back at my clit. He whispered in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was and how much he wanted me. How he wanted to fuck me everywhere, so there wouldn’t be a single inch of me that didn’t know him. “But right now, I want to watch you come, Sera. I want to feel you squeezing my cock and fall apart in my arms.”
I whimpered at his words. I was so close.
“Come for me NOW.”
My body responded as if it was only waiting for his command, the pain and pleasure of it too much, and I cried out his name as he demanded. His hand tightened around my neck until I couldn’t breathe, but holy fuck. And I decided right then and there that if I was going to die, this was the way I wanted to go.
He released me and I fell forward onto my hands and knees, waves of pleasure still shooting through me. Enzo gripped my hips and pumped in and out with strong, deep strokes, coming inside of me again as my climax still shuddered through my body.
As I fought to catch my breath, he pulled out of me and lifted me from the ground back onto my knees. Gently, he fixed my bra and pulled down my shirt, then helped me to my feet. “You won’t run from me again,” he said quietly as he got my underwear and jeans back up. He didn’t bother to fasten them.
I felt his eyes on my face, but I couldn’t look at him. My lower half felt wet and sticky inside my jeans. A reminder of what had just happened. Rage and humiliation burned inside of me, but I didn’t dare act on it, lest one of his guards react in a way that wouldn’t turn out well for me.
“Leave us.” He shouted the order to the men, and they immediately dispersed, going back to their posts. Probably to jack off.
Hurt and humiliation washed over me. I wanted to sink into the ground and bury myself in the wet earth. I wanted to hurt him as he’d hurt me.
“Sera.”
I wondered how far I would get if I made a run for it. Probably not far.
“Sera, look at me.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t. I’d never be able to look at him again.
He grabbed my chin and forced my head up. “Open your eyes and LOOK at me, or so help me God, I’ll—”
I lost it then.
My fists came up, and I flailed at him, hitting him everywhere I could as the dam broke, and angry tears burst forth, obscuring my vision. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in my ears. I screamed and cursed. And hit him. Over and over and over until my voice was nothing but a raw whisper and my fists and arms were tired and sore.
When there was nothing left inside of me, I dropped my arms to my sides and took an exhausted breath.
“I deserved that this time,” Enzo said quietly. “But if you ever raise a hand to me again, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” I demanded dully as I stared down at the ground between us. “Rape me in front of your men?” I couldn’t keep the venom from my voice.
He was quiet for a long time. “Sera,” he said quietly. “Look at me. Please.”
Fighting back tears, I slowly raised my eyes to his, and a fresh wave of pain exploded inside of me when I saw the horror and determination in his at what he’d done.
CHAPTER16
Enzo
Istared down into the oceans of pain and humiliation that dominated Sera’s perfect face. One side was scraped and bloodied from the tree trunk. I lifted my hand to touch her without thinking about it, horrified that I’d hurt her, then let it fall to my side again. Her screams echoed in my ears, a haunting reminder of the past, and my jaw hurt where she’d landed a good punch.
For a moment, my throat was so tight I couldn’t speak.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
