"It sure looked different from whereIwas standing," he comments, his features morphing again from anger to a more relaxed nonchalance.
"How badly do you want to get fucked?" His knife is back at work, this time cutting through my skin right above my collarbone. I don't wince, although I want to. I simply don't let my gaze waver from his.
Show no fear!
"I don't. But thank you for the offer," I answer back, trying to regain a modicum of control.
I feel a small trickle of blood flow down my skin. Enzo dips his head lower, and his tongue sneaks out to catch the droplets, suctioning the wound, searing it with a lick.
Shock is an understatement for what I feel, especially as he lifts his hand to my face, palm forward, and cuts a straight line through his skin. A rift appears as the skin breaks and blood immediately pours out.
His palm covers my mouth, the viscous liquid dribbling down my lips.
"Suck," he commands, and I just shake my head. "Suck," he says again, more forcefully, his hand pushing past the barrier of my lips. A few drops of blood make their way inside my mouth, but as he slides his hand down, I spit it right back in his face.
Serves you right, asshole!
He doesn't react as I expect him to. No, his tongue slips past his lips to lick the mix of blood and spit off his face, his expression challenging me to do more.
Then his hand slides down until it covers the cut he just made on me.
"You were mine the moment I pumped my blood into your body, little tigress. I gave you my life force, and in return, I tied you to me. That meansno one, absolutelyno one, touches you."
His palm moves in circular motions, rubbing his blood into my wound and mingling our fluids.
I can only stare in awe at him—at this madman before me.
"I thought I could let you go," he says, his voice barely audible as he seems to muse to himself. He digs the knife under the bodice of my dress, effectively cutting through the material.
"What?" My eyes widen as I see him hold me with one hand while cutting the clothes off my body with the other.
"You wanted to be fucked, little tigress. Congratulations, you'll finally get your wish."
With one last tug, he pulls the dress off me, ripping itcompletely. His hand is no longer on me, so I take advantage, backing away slowly.
But he's a predator on the prowl, and it soon becomes clear that no matter what I do, I won't be able to shake him off.
My knees hit the bed, and I fall onto my back.
He's on me at once, and his blade cuts into the last scrap of material covering my body.
Bare… I'm completely bared to him. At his mercy.
His eyes roam wildly over my body, lingering on the scar from the gunshot and then on the new cut he's given me himself. They go lower, over my breasts, my stomach, and my most private place.
Unnerved by his perusal, I tug the sheet off the bed to cover myself.
"You can run, but you can't hide," Enzo says, his expression emotionless. He makes quick work of his shirt and trousers, and in no time, he's just as naked as I am. His cock juts proudly between his legs, his erection massive.
My eyes widen at the realization.
I'm fucked. Literally.
I scramble back on the bed, but my efforts are in vain as he wraps his hands around my ankles, pulling me toward him.
He drapes his body over mine, skin to skin. His nose starts nuzzling at my flesh, traveling up and down my neck. I freeze, not knowing what to expect.
"Enzo, please don't. Not like this," I say, taking his face in my hands, hoping he'll see the entreaty in my eyes.
