I stared at him with all the hate I had for him and the world and myself. “Hurt me.”
The corners of his eyes twitched. He surely didn’t expect that, and he didn’t like it. I didn’t know why. He did want to hurt me. Was it because I wanted it, too? He only liked to give pain when it was unwelcomed?”
His finger entered my opening. Disappointment darkened his face. He was expecting me to be wet for him, but I was as dry as a desert. “Not like that.”
I gripped the back of his hair. “Hurt me, you sick fuck.”
He closed his eyes for a second, but I wasn’t sure I’d provoked him enough. My heart skipped a beat when his eyes sparkled with feral desire at me.
“Didn’t know you’re such a dirty talker. I’m more than happy to eat your sweet pussy,principessa,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
Motherfucker.
He was a master of this game, and I was no match.
Through the laughter of the amused audience, he yanked his hair out of my grip and held my thighs, spreading my legs. Everybody could see my naked pussy and fury. I had to put on a poker face to mask my anger and dread so I wouldn’t lose everything.
He gazed at my pussy first and licked his lip. Then his eyes darted up at me. “You have a pretty pussy.” His voice was strained, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he meant his words. I’d say he really liked the sight of my pussy, and he wasn’t just saying shit to put on a show and infuriate me.
He bent his head, but he didn’t lick inside me. His tongue traced the scar on my pelvis from my C-section instead. Then he kissed it. Gently.
My lashes fluttered. What the fuck? Was that, too, for show?
Either way, the tenderness from this psycho monster was too much to take. Fuck you, Enzio Lanza for being such a mess. Fuck you and your mommy issues—how bad did that Marta bitch hurt him? Fuck you for messing with me like that.
He started with slow flicks with his wet tongue. Then he dove in, feasting like a beast. Heat swelled inside me. I sucked in a breath, biting my lip furiously to suppress a moan.
Fuck you for your mad pussy-eating skills.
I couldn’t chance looking at the voyeurs. I could feel their horny eyes on me already. If I looked, I wasn’t sure I could continue with this charade. “E-Enzio…please…come here.”
He fucked me with his tongue before he lifted his head, my juices all over his beard and lips—so fucking hot. “What,principessa? You want me to stop?”
“Yes,” I hissed. I did want him to stop, didn’t I? “I don’t know what I was thinking. You said I’m for your eyes only and like this…I’m for everybody’s.”
His lips pursed with a grunt, and I knew, at least, I won this point. He really was as jealous and possessive as his brother when it came to what was his. I couldn’t believe I said that, but whether I admitted it or not, I was Enzio’s now. He owned me and was about to mark me his in front of tens of witnesses.
When his body returned to crush mine, I’d left my legs open. Maybe when his cock collided with my now wet pussy, he’d break and get this over with.
Just as I thought, his tip slid in on its own accord, and the struggle on his face was clear formeto see. For anyone else, it wouldn’t be that obvious. The Mafia boss’s face had to be made of steel. But I was the obsession of one for years. He wasn’t that much different from his brother, and I could recognize their expression when they were trying to control their desire like the back of my hand.
“Just do it,” I said under my breath.
“Close your eyes.”
I shook my head. Let him remember this forever. “I don’t care if you cut me. It won’t stop me from looking you in the eye when you fucking rape me. Even if you get my body to squirm for you with confused pleasure, know that in my heart, I have nothing for you but hate. Always.”
Before he could respond, I dug my nails in his ass—fuck it was perfect—and pulled him into me.
His lip curled with a snarl. “Fuck you, cunt.”
He thrust his whole dick inside me, and I felt as if it was coming out of my throat. I stifled a scream, my eyes tearing up. He pulled out and did it again. And again. He punished me as hard as I deserved. He hurt me as I should be hurt. He took it all out on me, and I never took my eyes off his as promised. With a loud groan, he mashed his lips against mine as he pushed inside me one last time. Then he dropped the thick strings of his cum on my chest, stomach, pelvis, legs and face, marking my body, making his claim.
Changing me into the woman I needed to be to have my revenge.
Step One: stay alive.
Chapter25
