Chapter 23
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ENZO
I don’t know what I was expecting to find as I picked the lock to his office but my fiancée with the one man I don’t trust her with was enough to make me see red.
Killian O’Connell is a snake who’s managed to twist himself into Anastasia’s life without me there. Unfortunately for him, I would be the only person choking my little brat into submission.
Jealousy feeds itself from exhaustion and anger. An empty smile draws on my lips as Anastasia startles, quickly pulling her hand away from his chest.
She was touching him .
I try to forget the image, but it stays cemented in my mind, catalyzing the violent desire I have to kill. Inching closer, I fix my gaze on him and purposely ignore my fiancée. “You’re awfully close to my fiancée.”
I half expect him to put up a fight, but instead he nods, eyes raw as he stumbles back against the wall. He’s either high or drunk which makes me even more concerned that my fiancée was in here alone with him.
Turning to Anastasia, I try to hide my surprise as I soak in her appearance. Flushed cheeks beneath her tan skin, hair slightly crazed with the humidity and a vibrant red dress, so short there’s barely enough material to cover her ass.
She shifts uncomfortably in an attempt to tug it down but the material resists her efforts, springing back up to graze her ass cheeks. My cock strains in my pants as I think of all the ways to destroy the dress and have her crying my name.
I push her up against the wall, inciting a surprised gasp from her lips. The sound coils around my cock, lighting my body on fire and suddenly Killian becomes a forgotten memory.
Raising the dagger, I hold the tip against her throat and slowly graze her fragile skin. I drag it down towards her breasts, tracing the outlines of the dress that zigzag across her cleavage.
My heart beats faster as I take in the raw curiosity that starts to stew in her wild gaze, but it’s not fear like I thought .
It’s curiosity and excitement, cementing what I’ve always known to be true.
She’s my perfect match.
“You can leave now.” I’m not into voyeurism and I hate to share no matter how much I wish to stake my claim in-front of him.
Killian doesn’t utter a word as he leaves, even closing the door behind him. It only heightens my curiosity to know what transpired between them and from what little I’ve heard, I know won’t like it.
There’s only way I’ll get my answers.
I apply more pressure with the dagger, watching her wince as jealousy sinks its deep tendrils into my chest. “Why were you up here alone with him?”
“That’s all you have to say?” She laughs, flashing me a gleam of white teeth. “No hi? No, I’m sorry for crashing your bachelorette party?
“I had a good reason.”
She scoffs, like she holds the power even though I’m the one with the knife. “Which is?” Her attitude is like a sex induced drug and I’m addicted.
I came here with good intent yet now, all I can think about is fucking her on his desk .
My eyes are drawn again to the flimsy little dress she’s wearing. Her eyes narrow as if to say don’t do it.
Oh, I will.
My wrist makes a few quick flicks with the dagger and in an instant the dress is torn into shreds at her feet. I clench my jaw as I take her in. My body and mind battle between jealousy and arousal that circulates through my veins.
“Enzo–” She starts but I cover her mouth, not wanting to hear all the excuses she’s about to spit out.
My other hand slips between her thighs and I almost groan from the slickness that marinates there. “No panties, mi amore. Was that so he could easily slip inside of you if he wanted?”
All I can string together in my mind are a few words.
Anastasia. Touching. Killian. Naked.
I want to kill him…and her for believing this would go unanswered.
She’s angry at me, she hates me and I get that but the contract between us is binding and I’ll be damned if any other man in this world gets to touch what’s mine.
She tries to speak but her words are lost beneath my palm. I slip two fingers inside of her, watching the anger in her ocean irises melt into sweet arousal. “I thought I made the rules clear to you in the limo. If this sweet pussy ever needs to be filled, then you come to me for it. I’ll drop everything and anyone to make sure she gets all the attention she needs, got it?”
Her head nods in a desperate plea as I switch tactics, pulling out to rub her clit instead. I’m teasing her but even now, she’s writhing in my hold, attempting to steal all the pleasure she can. I play with her for another minute before pulling back.
Cold air hits her pussy and she releases a shaky cry, peeling those sapphire eyes open so she can glare at me.
I smile — she should know that only good girls get to cum.
“Fuck you, Enzo.” I let her go, barely able to keep a straight face as she staggers away from me in her heels. “I didn’t do anything with Killian that warrants you being cruel like that.” The mention of his name brings back all that rage, only suppressed by her watching her desperation. I clench my jaw as she scoffs. “Screw you.”
She makes way to the door, naked and with her eyes blazing like a wildfire. I manage to catch her wrist just as her hand wraps around the handle. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Turning towards me, I inhale her rich scent like vanilla on my tongue and she smiles. “What’s wrong, Enzo? I thought you wanted me like this. Horny, wet and naked. That’s all you want from me, isn’t it? Well, I thought the whole world should get to see it too. ”
I almost laugh until she doesn’t back away. “Are you crazy?” I cock my head. Or maybe drunk?
She just shrugs. “I guess you bring out that side of me. I’ll walk out of here right now with my head held high and find the first man that dares to look me in the eyes. Then, I’ll fuck him. In front of everybody, including you, so you know that I am not weak during sex. You can’t control me through it, you can’t fuck me whenever you’re angry or having problems with your ego.” Her steps don’t falter as she matches my height in her heels. “Don’t mistake my sexuality as something for you to exploit, Enzo. It’ll end badly for you, trust me.”
Her words stoke a fire inside of me that burns like a never-ending inferno conjuring the desire to sink my cock so deep inside of her that she’ll feel it in her soul.
I grip her bare waist but she keeps hold of the handle, matching my stare with an equal ferocity and I don’t doubt for a second that she won’t carry through on her promise.
She may regret it in the morning, but I suspect that right now the hate she feels towards me is so strong, it’s overpowering the pride I know she covets.
I should let her walk out of here. I should let her embarrass herself and wake up tomorrow hating herself for what she’s done and yet …
“What do you want from me, mi amore? Name it and it's yours.” We don’t need soft apologizes — we never have.
For us, it has always been promises and actions of faith.
She swallows hard, finally dropping her hand from the door. Reaching up she strokes my jaw, almost smiling as she names her price. “I want your submission.