Chapter 19 #2
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but my body betrayed me, arching toward him against my will. "Enzo, stop…" The words came out weak and breathless, sounding more like a plea than a command.
"Stop? You brought this on yourself, remember?
" He leaned down, his mouth crashing against my neck, teeth scraping my skin while his hand moved lower, slipping beneath the edge of my panties.
His fingers found me already soaked—damn it, I was always dripping for him—and he thrust two fingers inside without mercy, curling them deep and pumping with punishing, possessive force.
"Go ahead and think about that bartender, Chloe!" he snarled viciously in my ear, each thrust of his fingers fueled by raw anger. "Let him hold you? Can he fill you up the way I do?! Does he know how to make you come? Does he know how fucking wet you get?!"
I twisted beneath him. His roughness made my inner walls clench tightly around his fingers. He sped up, his thumb circling my clit with cruel precision, sending jolts of electricity through my whole body. His free hand roamed, pinching and rolling my nipple until pain and pleasure twisted together.
"Jesus, look at you," he muttered hoarsely. "Carrying my child and still so goddamn sensitive. You were made for this—for me to own, to ruin, to fill."
Tears stung my eyes, but the heat inside me kept rising, coiling tighter. He added a third finger, stretching me open in a rough, unrelenting invasion. His mouth moved to my chest, sucking hard on the sensitive peak, teeth grazing it just hard enough to make me cry out.
"Fuck you, Enzo Falcone! You complete asshole!
" I roared with every ounce of strength I had left, refusing to beg like before.
"All you know how to do is force me and humiliate me!
What else are you good for?! You stood in front of God yesterday and swore to marry another woman, and now you're here treating me like a whore! I hate you! I fucking hate you!"
The moment the words left my mouth, every last defense inside me shattered. I covered my face with both hands, unable to hold back the flood of hurt and humiliation any longer. Tears poured through my fingers like a broken dam.
I broke down sobbing. Why did I have to endure all of this? This absurd, pathetic mess?
Enzo's movements froze instantly. He stared at my tear-soaked fingers and trembling shoulders, his chest rising and falling heavily.
"Fuck…" he cursed under his breath. He pulled his fingers out abruptly, the wet sound embarrassingly loud.
He hovered over me for a long moment, stunned. In those once-aggressive black eyes, a rare flicker of helplessness and restraint appeared.
Enzo drew in a deep breath, forcing the wild beast inside him back into its cage.
He rolled off the bed, turning his back to me, his voice hoarse and strained.
"Maybe we both need to cool down."
Enzo left, humiliating me one more time before he walked out.
My emotions teetered on the edge of breaking.
Why hadn't I seen it sooner? Enzo had always been like this, a control freak to the core, no one defying his rhythm. In his company, by my side, always the same.
Why would I think he'd change for me? That I'd get any real say?
I pulled together the clothes he'd ripped apart, dressing as tears fell.
I swore that was the last damn tear I'd shed for Enzo Falcone, that bastard.
I raised my hands to wipe my face, but a knock came at the bedroom's oak door, yanking me out of that despair.
I smeared away the tears, cleared my throat hard to hide the sob, then called for them to come in.
It was Anna. She pushed the door open, carrying a silver tray loaded with food. She set it carefully on the bedside table, then turned.
"Chloe, I figured you needed some fuel, so..."
The second our eyes met, she froze. I knew I looked like shit—hair a mess, eyes swollen red, tear streaks obvious on my cheeks.
"Chloe..." Worry poured from her voice, soft like she feared scaring me. "You okay?"
I bit the inside of my lip hard, turned my face away. "I'm fine." I forced my tone steady and cold. "Thanks, but no appetite."
I didn't want pity right then—it'd just make me feel more pathetic.
Anna seemed to get that words wouldn't help. She sighed, hurried to the door, checked the hallway was clear, then locked it softly.
She came back to my bedside, gave me an apologetic smile, leaned in close, voice dropped to a whisper, almost air.
"Miss Lombardi asked me to pass a message privately."
That name made my muscles lock up. I pushed up on the bed, sitting straight, staring at her warily.
"She says she can help you escape this place."
"But on one condition: you vanish forever. Never show up in Enzo's life again. You and the baby disappear completely. No traces left."
I stared at Anna's face. She didn't look relaxed. Her eyes flicked to my swollen belly, sympathy spilling out.
In Anna's eyes, who'd known everything from the start, I must've been a joke, lost in some fake dream.
Time to wake up.
I met her gaze. "I agree."