He ripped my panties off and flung them behind him. They landed on his desk lamp.
His cock nudged against my clit again.
My back lifted from the mattress.
God, I want him to slip that hard cock inside me.
Want to feel full of him.
As if he could read my mind, Enzo inched the head of his cock inside me. My stomach coiled tight like a snake, wanting to unravel as waves of warmth flooded my veins.
“Please,” I whimpered in shame.
Shame from how he’d treated me.
From the way he’d told me not to fucking touch him, but had no problem touching me whenever he felt like it.
“You want this cock inside you, Blair?” he asked, tilting his hips forward so his cock went deeper, but not enough.
I whimpered, a low, murmured, “Please,” bursting from my lips.
He stared me down, as if contemplating whether I was worthy enough for him to fuck. Scooting back, he stepped off the bed.
I tugged my shirt down as low as it would go to cover myself.
He clamped his hands around my elbows and yanked medown the bed until my back was flat against it. I hit my head on the headboard at the sudden movement.
Without a word or a glance, he rejoined me on the bed.
He cracked his neck again, as if he could never break the tension loose there. His predatory eyes zeroed in on my face as he straddled me, tightened his hand around my neck, and ran his nose along my cheek.
An eerie hum left his throat as he chuckled darkly against my skin.
He dropped his head, sucking hard on my neck,marking melike I was his prey.
After he was done sucking, he flicked his tongue against my skin, so much like he’d flicked it against my clit yesterday.
His mouth moved to my ear as his hand lowered to cup me tight between my legs.
“If I fuck you, Blair,” he grunted into my ear, rotating his hips and nudging his cock against my clit, “you’d better fucking give me everything I want.”
He reared back to stare me down. I clamped my front teeth over my lower lip and nodded in desperation.
“Good fucking girl.” He patted my cheek. “That’s my well-behaved Fawn.”
My body nearly broke apart when he pulled back, yanked my legs apart farther, and thrust inside me.
I gasped as my head rammed into the headboard and pain ricocheted through me. I couldn’t stop from squeezing my legs tight around his body.
That was a telltale sign.
I waited for him to stop and questionwhyit hurt.
He stopped for a second, and I knew he knew.
A crooked smile passed over his lips, and he dug his fingers into my thighs as he slowly pulled himself out, then thrust deep again.
I cried out in pain, in pleasure, feeling so many emotions that I couldn’t narrow them down to one. He wasn’t patient, wasn’tgentle, as he raised my legs over his shoulders and pounded into me.
