I backed her up, water pelting our skin, until she collided with the tiled wall. Her hair stuck to her shoulders and face as she glanced up at me.
“Can I trust you?” I asked.
She licked water off her lips. “If you don’t trust me, then leave me alone, Enzo.”
Her words sent a fire burning inside me. All she needed to do was say yes.
I drove my hips forward. “You’re my Fawn until I fucking release you.”
Lowering my hand to her hip, I shoved her harder into the wall.
When that didn’t seem like a harsh enough punishment for her little suggestion, I thrust my hips forward, pinning her to the wall with my body.
“Then release me,” she shrieked. “No one asked you to choose me.”
A spark of bravery flared in her eyes as she jabbed a finger in my chest. “If you think I had anything to do with your father getting shot, then release me! Lord knows my life was a lot calmer before you barged into it.”
I scoffed, my lip snarling. “Was it calmer,Blair?”
My thighs nudged hers apart as I crowded her, until I was exactly where I belonged—between her legs.
She had no choice but to spread them wider so her bones wouldn’t break.
If she thought for one damn second that I was releasing her, she’d lost her mind. That kind of talk needed to be corrected.
To punish her, I sank my hand between her legs, shoving four fingers deep inside her. Her back straightened against the wall as a long cry tore from her throat. I dragged my fingers out slowly before thrusting them back in again, harder and rougher this time.
There’d be no fucking talk of me releasing her into the wild to other wolves.
I realized I wasn’t only here to question Blair.
I was here to break her open.
And if I happened to enjoy myself in the process? That was a bonus.
I lowered my head until my forehead brushed hers. “Don’t ever say those words again,” I grunted. My hand tightened as I finger-fucked her harder. “I own you, Blair.” I withdrew my hand to grab my cock and slide it against her clit. With my free hand, I caught her chin between my fingers, holding her still to look at me. “You belong to me.”
She moaned, her head tipping forward until it knocked lightly against mine as I massaged her clit with the head of my cock.
A series of short gasps escaped her when she started rocking her hips, moving them to the side, as if trying to force my cock inside her.
A giant smirk, one that belonged to the biggest villain in the world, spread across my face.
“If I make this pussy feel good, will you tell me everything I want to know, my Fawn?” I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips.
Her mouth parted immediately, welcoming my tongue, and I kissed her hard.
“Yes,” she said in a pained plea.
My smirk widened at the desperation in her voice.
“That’s my good little Fawn.” I splayed my hand around her face, squeezing her cheeks together before sliding my grip down to her throat. “Now, you’ll tell me everything I want to know. And if I hear one more word about me releasing you …” I flexed my grip. “This throat won’t work well enough to even mutter those words again.”
I dropped my hand from her throat and bent my knees, ready to thrust my cock inside her, but stopped.
This wasn’t how I wanted it today.
Not rushed against the shower wall.
