Chapter 29
“Harder, Daddy,” I groan, needing to finally come with him inside me. “Please.”
Firmly gripping my ass with both hands, he pulls back and drives the entirety of himself back into me so fast and hard that I yelp when he bottoms out inside me.
“Is this what you want?” he darkly asks, repeating the savage motion.
I open my mouth to answer, but he slams into me again, stealing my breath.
“Do you want Daddy to fuck your little pussy with his big cock?”
“Ye—” Ramming deep, he silences my answer, my back arching along the tiles I’m pressed to.
His hips work hard and fast, my skin sliding along the wall as he gives me what I asked for.
More than what I asked for. My thighs shake against his waist, and I squeeze my fingers into his shoulders, thrusts from coming.
“Your tight little pussy loves my fucking cock,” he breathlessly grits against my shoulder.
“Show Daddy how much you love it.” As if on cue, my body gives him exactly what he’s demanding.
The aching pleasure at my center crashes through my body like a pulsing burst of electricity, with my broken, breathy screams being drowned out by the heavy spray of water.
Enzo maintains his punishing pace, the pleasure rushing through me continuing to come in waves.
The sounds spilling from me are caught somewhere between a gasp and a scream as he pulls a string of unrelenting orgasms from me.
My thighs shake uncontrollably against his hips as he continues to drive into me.
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, clinging desperately to him, unsure how much more I can take.
“Don’t stop… princess,” he painfully pants between his vigorous thrusts. “Keep… coming… on my… cock… as I… fill you.” He thrusts as deep as he can go, a feral, breathy roar rising from his lungs. His hips sputtering against me, and his cock throbs as he spills his release deep inside me.
Still buried to the hilt, he presses his forehead to mine—his deep chestnut eyes boring through my soul—as we both catch our breath.
“You are so fucking perfect, princess.” The softly spoken, warm words blow over my lips.
“So fucking perfect for me .” His lips press to mine, and he kisses me with a soft tenderness—a stark contrast to how savagely he just took my body—and I melt into him .
Not breaking our kiss, he gingerly pulls his softening cock from me and lowers me to my unsteady feet. He holds onto me tightly, to help maintain my unstable footing. Filling his hand with soap, Enzo quickly washes away his release now trickling down my thighs.
His hands not leaving my body, he walks us from the shower and dries me before helping me into his bed.
He pulls me close to him—a place that has quickly grown to feel like home—and wraps both of his strong arms around me.
With the sheets tangled around us, and his warm breath on the back of my neck, he whispers into the soft curve of my shoulder, “You’re…
I don’t even have the words for you, princess. ”
Smiling into the pillow, I roll enough to tuck my face into his collarbone. I breathe him in—soap, warmth, and something unmistakably him.
The room falls silent, but it’s not awkward. The quietness of being cocooned in him is comforting, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“I know all of this has been fast… really fast.” His voice is low and rough as he pulls me in tighter. “But… I think—” he pauses, his heart suddenly racing beneath my hand splayed over it—“I can’t remember my life before you… Or imagine my future without you.”
My breath catches, and I nearly choke on the sudden lump in my throat.
It’s not from fear, but from the sudden overwhelming flood of emotions.
Because I’m falling for him. Hard. Faster than I ever thought possible, in the way that feels like gravity—inevitable and terrifying.
I shift my weight and prop onto my elbow so I can look up at him.
“Me too,” I whisper, the two words cracking nervously off my smiling lips.
His face softens, and he lifts his head to press a kiss to my forehead so gently, like he’s worried I’ll break if he touches me too hard. I lie back on his chest, breathing him in and floating on the high of his confession.
His hand dusts leisurely over the length of my spine as we nuzzle together. “We have to tell your brother.” My eyes snap open as his words shatter my emotional euphoria.
“What?” I exclaim, lifting my head, needing to see his expression.
His brows furrow slightly. “We can’t sneak around anymore, Eavan. Cillian… He saved my life tonight. Literally. I can’t keep lying to him about… this .”
“You promised , Enz,” I angrily whisper.
His hand stills on my spine, and he holds me the slightest bit tighter. “I know.”
“No,” I bark. Pulling from his arms completely, I sit up and vehemently shake my head. “You promised you’d wait until I was ready. That we’d have more time to figure this out. That I would have more time.”
He rolls onto his side and pushes onto his elbows, his eyes not once leaving mine.
“I did. And I meant it when I said it. But things changed tonight, princess. Cillian insisted I wear that vest to the meeting tonight. That vest is the only reason I’m lying in this bed with you right now and not in a hospital…
or th e morgue. All I can think about is how he’s looking out for me, and I’m lying to him about us. ”
I shake my head. “He’s going to hate me.”
“No, princess,” Enzo quickly rebuts. “He’s going to hate me. I’m the one who crossed the line. I’m the one who’s falling for his little sister. I care about you. So much. I can’t keep treating us like we’re a secret to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed,” I blurt defensively.
“I know.” He reaches toward me and tenderly grips my thigh. “But that’s how it will look if he finds out before we tell him.”
My heart pounds against my rib cage as I stare down at him. I don’t know if I can handle watching the fallout of the relationships that could be destroyed by our secret.
Ours.
Theirs.
And mine with my brother.
“I need you with me on this.” He softens his voice, nearly pleading for my agreement. “It’s for the best. We will tell him tomorrow. Together.”
Unable to hold his gaze, I look down at my hands curling in the blanket over my lap.
I want to beg for a few more days, but I know he’s right.
Every day we let this carry on as a dirty secret, it’s only going to look like we knew we were doing something wrong, and my heart tells me there’s nothing wrong about the two of us.
“Okay,” I whisper through the tightness in my throat. “We’ll tell him in the morning. ”
Enzo reaches for me and pulls me back into his arms, and my body curls against his. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his lips pressed to the top of my head. “I know it’s going to be hard, but we need to do this.”
I nod, uncertain what more to say—part of me already mourning the loss of our privacy.
He wraps both arms around me and tucks me into the crook of his chest. I listen to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat and try to match my breathing to his. “We’ll figure it out,” he whispers. “No matter what happens tomorrow, you’re mine.”