Chapter 19
A tear runs down my cheek as I kiss him back. My fingers thread through his hair, and I circle his hips with my legs, grinding against him. “I don’t want to make a mess on your pants,” I say in a low tone, my mouth so close to his that my lips brush against him as I speak.
“I don’t fucking care, Delaney. Soak me.” He thrusts against me, and I smile, biting my lip. He knows instantly what this look means, and he stops. It’s the look that says: I have a secret.
“I swear to God, Delaney.” He takes half a step back, placing his hands on either side of me. Eye level with me, the tempest raging in the gray storm clouds of his eyes makes my smile widen.
He glances between my legs, then back at my eyes. He runs his finger down my lips, slowly tracing down my chin and chest. “If I reach between your legs and find out you let those cocksuckers dance with you—put their fucking hands on you—when you had no panties on...” He clenches his jaw, biting down as I push my chest out for him.
He lowers the top of my dress, freeing a breast and taking my nipple hard, making me cry out. The path his finger takes feels like the longest trip of my life. He pulls his mouth away from my breast to look into my eyes when his hand finally slides between my legs.
His thick finger runs up the lips of my bare pussy, and my eyes roll back at his touch.
He fists my hair, pulling me out of the pleasure. “You fucking brat.” His lips dominate mine, his tongue commanding me to open for him. He digs his fingers into the fleshy part of my hip, then pulls away. Sliding me off the counter, he spins me around, pushing me over and lifting my dress.
Oh, fuck yes.
He unzips his pants and takes his cock out, sliding it between my legs while his hand rubs my ass. Slowly, he pistons his hips, covering his dick with my arousal. He kicks my feet wider, positioning my hips where he wants them, keeping one hand on my back to force my chest flat against the counter. The biting cold of the marble makes my nipples pebble.
“You like to fucking make me a madman for you, don’t you, Delaney?” he asks, rubbing my ass cheek, keeping me in anticipation.
“Yes,” I pant.
He leans down, placing kisses where he’s about to strike, and I whimper for it. Sitting back up, the head of his cock slides against my clit, and my leg starts shaking.
“Did you get wet when I said you were getting a spanking earlier?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I feel the wind from his hand a split second before the smack lands on my cheek, making me yelp as my pussy tightens.
“Let me hear you, baby.” He rubs my ass where it’s warming from the impact, and it tingles so good. I need more. “Did I make you wet?”
“Yes,” I manage, my voice nice and loud.
“Good girl.” He kneads my cheek, then reaches around to circle my clit. My mouth drops open, and I release an exhale of pleasure. “And you danced with that old motherfucker while your cunt was weeping for me?”
SMACK!
“Yes.”
SMACK!
“With your bare pussy, soaked under this short fucking dress I picked out for you?”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, unable to answer over the throbbing of my clit.
“Words, baby. Use your words.” His hand massages my cheek, then slides between my legs, finding how wet I am. He plunges two fingers into me as his other hand collides with my left cheek. “Tell me.”
“Yes, yes,” I breathe as he pumps his fingers into me. “I was soaking fucking wet for you with no panties on. And you know what?” I try to sit up and look at him, but he pushes me back down again, the hand in my pussy leaving me empty, and I want to cry over it.
“Be fucking careful with your words, angel.”
SMACK!
He leans down, pulling my hair to raise my head. His cock slides back between my legs as he moves his pelvis against me. “Now, tell me.”
“He moved his hand down just enough to know I had no panties on.” I bite my lip, knowing what I’ve unleashed upon myself—and I fucking need it.
He straightens, keeping my hair in his grip and his cock moving between my legs.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“You’re fucking mine.”
SMACK!
“Do you hear me, baby? You fucking belong to me.”
The thrusting of his cock against me is torture. He hits my clit, but I need to feel him deep inside me, claiming my body like he’s claiming me with his words.
“Enzo, please.”
SMACK!
“Tell me you’re mine, Delaney.”
SMACK!
My ass is burning, my clit is throbbing, and my thighs are soaked. “Put me out of my goddamn misery and fucking admit it, Delaney.”
“I’m yours, Enzo,” I confess because it’s fucking true. He belonged to me the first moment he looked at me in his office. I knew he wanted to make me drop to my knees right there.
“I’ve always been yours.”
I’m up and sitting on the counter before I can process what happened. The cold clashes with my red-hot ass cheeks as he slams into me, pinching my clit and demanding my pleasure obey him. Within two strokes of his dick, my walls are clenching around him, and I’m throwing my head back as my orgasm crashes over me.
He circles my throat, pistoning hard into me. “This pussy is mine, baby. We’ve ruined you forever, haven’t we?” He squeezes my throat and slides me closer to the edge of the counter so he can access my clit more easily. “Wrap your legs around me—I want to feel you come again.”
I do, and he fingers my clit, rubbing circles and ripping more moans from me. “Yes, fucking sing for me, Delaney. Let the whole fucking club know who you belong to. Whose cock is ruining you.”
I come again, grinding my hips with his thrusts and he sticks his fingers in my mouth, “Suck,” He commands, chasing my orgasm with his own. When the waves of ecstasy slow, he rolls his hips softer. His grip on my throat turns tender, and he rubs my skin with the pad of his thumb.
Keeping himself inside me, he wraps me in his arms, and I circle his neck with mine. He kisses me, and I feel the sorrow for every second we’ve spent apart flow into me with his embrace. I feel it in how he tightens his hold, as if the thoughts of how he could lose me consume his mind.
He kisses me faster, and when my hips move again on their own, he reaches between us and gives me more of what I want. His fingers coax another wave of pleasure, a softer one this time, while he keeps claiming me with his tongue.
As we pull away, panting, he leans his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes. “I love you, Delaney. I think I was born loving you because I knew it the second I first saw you.”
I hold his cheek with my hand and kiss him again. “I love you.”
“I know this doesn’t fix everything, angel. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me. But right now, I need you to understand—every step we’ve taken, every decision we’ve made, has been to protect you. Even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.”
His words are a mix of desperation and conviction, his eyes pleading with me to believe him. And damn it, I want to. I want to let go of the anger and the pain and let myself believe, but the pain is what has held me together all this time.
But trust doesn’t come easy—not after everything.
I swallow hard, forcing the lump in my throat down as I look into his eyes. “We need time, Enzo. It doesn’t make everything okay. But... I hear you.”
His grip on me tightens, his forehead pressing against mine again as he breathes a relieved sigh. “That’s all I’m asking for. Just give us a chance to show you.”
I nod, the weight of his words settling over me like a heavy blanket.
With our breathing returning to normal, he helps me off the counter, and I pull my dress back down, fixing the top in place to cover my breasts again. “You gave me a hickey on my titty,” I mutter, smacking at him.
He’s not even sorry. “Good. Now everyone will fucking know these are mine too.”
“You’re a Neanderthal.”
“I’m so much worse when it comes to you, Delaney baby.” He circles my throat and kisses me again quickly, as he tucks his beautiful cock back into his pants.
I reach for a towel, and he yanks it from me, backing me into the counter again.
“ My girl is going to walk through my club with my cum dripping down her legs. Don’t you dare fucking clean your pussy up. Do you understand me?”
I clasp my hands behind my back and smile. I watch closely so I can see the exact second when he turns feral as I say two words I’ve never said before.
“Yes, Daddy.”