Enzo froze instantly. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." My voice broke. "I just… I can't believe anyone could actually love me."
His expression fractured with some deep pain. "Chloe—"
"I just can't believe it…" My tears fell like a broken dam as choked sobs escaped my throat. All the rotten past I had kept buried inside spilled out in front of him without restraint.
"I was born into a fucked-up family. My stepfather touched me with his filthy hands, and my mother called me a dirty little slut who seduced men. No one has ever loved me, Enzo… never. I always thought it was because I wasn't good enough, that I didn't deserve anyone's affection…"
"Baby." Enzo cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears on my cheeks. "What I'm trying to say is, you deserve all of this."
"We're more alike than you think in the strangest ways. I never got any love either. My father was a piece of shit," he said quietly. "Carmine hated me because I'm a whore's son. He never even looked at me. From a young age, he sent me on every dangerous job, and I knew early on he didn't actually want me coming back alive. Pretty fucked up, right?"
His hips began to move again, slow and deep, grinding against my clit with every thrust and making me gasp, tightening around his thick cock even harder.
"But at least we have each other now," he murmured against my lips. "I love you, just like you love me, baby. Stop denying it."
"Enzo—"
"I'm breaking off the engagement," he said, his voice turning fierce. "I'll deal with the Lombardi family. I'll handle my father. I'll protect you from all of it. Just be my woman. Let me take you away from this shitty apartment, away from everything. Let me take care of you."
"I—" He suddenly changed the angle and drove upward with devastating force, slamming straight into my G-spot. Sparks exploded behind my eyes. He kept that brutal pace, fucking me harder and faster. The headboard banged against the wall as he pounded into me like a man possessed.
"Say it." His thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while his cock stretched and filled me without mercy. "Say you're mine."
I was so close, teetering right on the edge, my brain a hazy mess of pleasure, emotion, and exhaustion.
"Say it, Chloe."
"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, yes, I'm yours. I'll promise you anything, just—oh God—"
"Good girl."
Enzo growled and drove into me even harder, riding me through a lightning-hot orgasm that tore through my entire body. My inner walls clenched violently around his thick cock, pulsing and contracting wildly. I screamed his name, shaking uncontrollably beneath him as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me.
Seconds later, with a rough, guttural groan, he came too. He buried himself as deep as possible, his cock swelling and throbbing inside me as he released thick, hot spurts of cum, filling me completely. Even as he came, he kept grinding deep, as if he wanted to brand every inch of me as his.
For a long while, neither of us moved. We stayed tangled together, hearts pounding against each other, his cock still buried deep inside me, twitching with the aftershocks.
"I meant every word," he finally said, his voice still hoarse. "I'm serious."
I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him so badly.
"Okay," I whispered.
He tightened his arms around me. "Okay?"
"Okay."
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe
I woke to sunlight burning through my eyelids. Wrong. All wrong. My crappy rental wedged between high-rises never saw morning sun.
And this wasn't my bed. Too soft. Way too soft.
My eyes snapped open.
