“You can’t spank me like a child!”
I rubbed her pink skin, feeling the heat from my hand, before I squeezed one luscious cheek. “No,” I told her. “I’ll spank you like the woman who doesn’t have enough sense in her fucking head to keep herself safe.” I raised my hand and brought it down, moaning when she jerked on my lap and cried out with the pain. “I’ll spank you like the woman who is so fucking foolish she thinks she’s going to leave me.”
“Enzo—” Her voice turned pleading.
I brought my hand down again, twice fast.
She tried to twist off my lap. “I hate you!”
Sliding two fingers down between her ass cheeks to her pussy, I moaned again. “You’re so fucking wet, Sera.” I pushed them inside of her, twisting my hand one way and then the other because she was so fucking tight. “I don’t think you hate me.”
“I do!”
I pumped my fingers in and out of her until she was pressing her ass back to meet them. Then I pulled them out and inserted one into her tight ass. “Fuck…” The word came out on a groan. “Tell me you don’t hate me.” Keeping one finger in her ass, I pressed my thumb into her pussy. “Tell me,” I ordered.
She cried out into the mattress, but wouldn’t say it.
Removing my fingers, I slapped her ass hard. “Tell me.”
“Fuck you!”
Grabbing her around the waist, I tossed her higher onto the mattress as I got out from under her and shoved down my slacks and my boxer briefs. She flipped over onto her back as I crawled over her. “Tell me,” I begged her. “Tell me you don’t hate me.”
Sera stilled as her eyes met mine. Slowly, her hands came up to cup my face. Her bottom lip quivered. “I don’t hate you,” she said quietly.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Hooking one arm under her leg, I opened her legs wider and slid inside of her as I softly kissed her swollen lips, both of our breaths catching as her body tightened around my cock. I laid still as I kissed her until she started to move restlessly beneath me. Only then did I pull out and thrust back in, my entire body shuddering because she felt so fucking good.
Kissing my way down her neck and chest, I took her nipple in my mouth. Sera arched beneath me, her hips moving and her hands in my hair. But instead of giving in to what she wanted, I pulled out of her and moved to her other breast before moving down her belly, drawn by the sweet musky scent of her.
I worshipped her body with my mouth, trying to say with sex what I couldn’t say with words, making her orgasm with my fingers and my tongue until there was no part of her I hadn’t touched. Hadn’t tasted. Then, and only then, did I allow myself to bury my cock into her tight pussy, fucking her slowly at first, until my own orgasm slid down my spine and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Rising up onto my knees, I pulled her hips onto my lap and fucked her hard and fast, my thumb on her clit so she came with me, pulsing around my cock until I cried out and my eyes rolled back in my fucking head.
When there was nothing left in me, I gazed down at Sera, touching her everywhere I could reach as we both caught our breath. Her eyes met mine, and there was a finality there that made my heart stutter in my chest. She blinked, and it was gone, leaving me to wonder if it was ever there at all. A small smile flirted around her lips.
Carefully, I pulled out of her and laid down behind her. Tomorrow we would talk, and I’d convince her to stay. Her life would be different with me than it was with her father. I’d make her see that it would be, and she would tell me she was going to stay…
Or I’d fucking handcuff her to me until she gave up trying to run. Either way, she wasn’t going anywhere ever again.
CHAPTER17
Serafina
Ihad to go. I had to gonow.
I’d woken up to the sound of Enzo’s heavy breathing beside me. He’d rolled over and was lying on his stomach, his head turned away from me. The arm closest to me was bent at an angle, his fingers tangled up in my hair.
Slowly and carefully, I extracted the strands from his grip. I waited a few seconds, then began to ease myself off the bed. Muscles I didn’t even know I had ached from the best kind of misuse as I crept silently across the floor on bare feet. The dress I’d borrowed laid in a puddle on the floor where I’d left it, and now I stepped into it and pulled it up and on, wincing slightly as the material abraded the tender skin of my ass that was still heated from his large palm.
Tiptoeing back over to the bed, I picked up my shoes and let them dangle from my fingers as I snuck out of the room. In the bedroom doorway, I hesitated. There was a gaping hole in my chest that was making it hard for me to breathe, and it only grew larger the farther I walked away from him. But I told myself not to look back. The man in that bed represented everything I wanted to escape. I didn’t want this life of constantly looking over your shoulder, wondering if the person you loved would come home that night or if you’d be visiting them in jail. Or worse—the cemetery.
I wanted to be free. Free to live where I wanted. To do what I wanted. To marry who I wanted. Someone I chose, not a man who took all my choices away from me.
As my eyes roamed down Enzo’s muscular back until the sheet blocked my view from the rest of him, I wondered if we’d met under different circumstances…
No. It was best not to go there.
With a new sense of determination, I ignored the ache in my chest and crept through the sitting area to the door that would take me out of there. I had no idea what time it was, but it was still dark, only the city lights coming in through the big windows lighting my way. I shrugged into my jacket and picked up my clutch. I left the wig where it was. Maybe it would be a better idea to take it to disguise my hair, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to touch it.
As quietly as I could, I turned the deadbolt and unlocked the door. Now all I had to do was open it and walk out.
