Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
ENZO
Fuck.
I read the single number text, and it instantly pisses me off. Not good, given the circumstances.
2
My uncle’s daily reminders—that I now have two days left with Kennedy—only fuel my imagination for destroying his empire in more creative ways.
I glance over, my eyes tracing the sensuous curve of Kennedy’s hip, the dip to her waist, and up to the most breathtaking breasts I’ve ever seen.
A small whimper escapes her throat, her brow pinching tight as her entire body jolts. The more her monsters chase her, the more rage rises to the surface, burning holes through my restraint.
Until my hands encase both her wrists, flinging her arms over her head, my knees between her legs, prying them wide .
She wakes with a start, blinking away the fog of sleep, breathing hard. “Enzo?”
“Nightmares?”
Confused, she nods slowly, tears welling up. Her small arms struggle to free themselves from my grip. “What are you doing?”
I drag my cheek across her breast, letting my rough stubble scrape against her soft skin. Her back arches, and she fights so little that I know her mind is warring with her body. “Destroying them. The more they return, the harder your little body will endure my wrath.”
“Wrath?” Panic flashes over her expression, and her struggle amps up, though not by much. “I can’t control what I dream.” Her hips thrust up, her resistance smearing wetness across my skin.
I nip her breast hard, eliciting a sound that is a perfect blend of a frightened cry and a breathless moan. “And I can’t control how much pleasure I’ll take in punishing you.”
There’s a fight in her eyes—a blazing fire. A decent man would want to extinguish it, smother it with gentle kisses and tender caresses. But me?
I wanted to douse it in kerosene and watch it burn.
The stiff peaks of her breasts are so tight, they can cut glass. A strangled cry escapes her lips as my teeth scrape against her perfect skin, marking her.
When her hips buck against me again, I flip her onto her stomach, resting my cock between her cheeks. Instantly, she freezes. And I know exactly what she’s thinking. There’s no chance in hell of fitting this into her tight little hole.
Slowly, I let that thought sink in, pressing my length against her, making sure she feels every inch of my cock rubbing up and down between her cheeks.
“Enzo?” Her voice comes out timid and full of fear.
I fist her hair, forcing her head to twist and face me. “My dirty girl’s sweet little ass needs my wrath. Needs to be fucked. Doesn’t it, Bella ?”
A faint squeak escapes her throat. I know she can’t take me. Not yet. Because of her nightmares—the men who break in and out of her mind against her will—I want a pound of flesh.
I need her on her knees.
I force her around, positioning her on all fours, head at my crotch, ass within arms reach. I wrap her hair around my fist as I slap her ass. “Doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she gasps, breathless and trembling.
“With what?” I demand, rubbing her pussy and smearing wetness up to her hole. And fuck, she’s drenched. “The choice of punishment is yours. How I punish you is mine.”
I half expect her to say my finger—her smallest option by a long shot. So it surprises me when, out of those pouty little lips, comes a single word: “Titan.”
Holy shit .
I lick the back of her neck. A shiver runs down her spine. “Will you take your punishment like a good girl? Take two big dicks at once?”
She hesitates, her mouth quivering in that shy way that tells me she’s still fighting her own urges.
I spank her again, harder this time, and plunge two fingers deep inside her, thrusting in and out. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she moans, and my brain explodes.
“Yes, what?” I demand .
“Please, Mr. D’Angelo. Please fuck my pussy and ass. Make me take two dicks at once.”
I’ve never been this close to coming just from dirty talk and fingering a girl before, but holy fucking shit...
I finger fuck her at first, slow and rhythmic, letting her feel every deliberate thrust. “You need to suck my cock for that filthy fucking mouth.”
I move into position, every part of me aching for relief, stroking as I line up my cock with her beautiful, parted lips. Her eyes widen at the sight of me hard and glistening with pre-cum.
I rub the tip along her open lips, savoring the moment. The first lash of her tongue sends my head falling back, and when her hot mouth envelops me, all the air floods from my lungs. Fuck . “Rub yourself, filthy girl. And take it down your throat.”
When she starts rubbing, lavishing attention on her sweet pussy without fear or doubt—while taking more of my cock down her throat—this is the moment the truth crystallizes between us.
I own her.
The way her throat tightens around me, God, I feel it in every nerve of my body. And when those big eyes look up at me as I fuck her mouth, the edges of my control fray.
I’m lost. In this moment. In her. Kennedy. Bella . Nothing and no one else matters.
I indulge a few minutes more, savoring every second before I come up for air and remember what the hell I’m doing. Then I open the drawer and pull out the toy. Titan. Her punishment. Her wish.
I rip her mouth away from my cock and toss her like a rag doll exactly where I want her: crouched over me, ready .
I turn on the toy, her eyes widening, mesmerized by its hum. Her pussy slowly glides along my shaft, and I grab her hip, thrusting deep inside her.
“ Ahh ,” my Bella moans.
Her eyes slam shut as she gasps, hissing through the pain of me spreading her so fast. I let her body adjust, the tightness easing into a rhythm that ratchets up to the pace she needs.
By the way she bites down on her lip and her entire body clenches, she’s already close.
I twist her nipple, pulling her out of the mounting climax. “Did I say you could come?”
“No,” she sighs.
Once I find the right setting, a hum of vibration that lights a spark in her eyes, I slide it around, teasing the tiny hole of her ass before forcing it in.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
I give it to her in hard, relentless strokes—in and out—just fast enough that she slams onto my dick even faster and so much deeper.
“Please,” she begs. “Please let me come.”
But I don’t want her to come. Because I’m a greedy bastard, and Bella brings out the best and worst in me all at once.
I crave this moment, prolonging the exquisite torture, feeling her so goddamned tight around my cock while another toy invades her ass. The intensity is unbearable, even for me.
As much as I want to remain trapped between heaven and hell, hovering at the edge of this abyss won’t last.
“Are you ready to come on my cock?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
Her whole body rides the pleasure, then stiffens in my arms, like the taut string of a harp I’m pulling back to the brink of breaking before letting go.
“Come,” I command.
Instantly, her body clamps down, and I thrust so hard that when I squeeze her tight and her teeth sink into my shoulder, it’s enough to send us both tumbling into nirvana.
As the waves of ecstasy subside, I ease the toy out of her, kissing her softly and caressing small circles along her back. But I don’t pull out. Not yet.
Not when I’m still throbbing with the need to empty every last drop. Besides, I’m pretty sure her body would rip my dick right off like a vise if I tried.
For a long while, we lie there, catching our breaths. My fingers lazily feather through her hair as she plants small kisses along my chest.
Then my phone buzzes, snapping me out of the blissful haze. Annoyed, I glance over and see yet another text.
This time, my idiot uncle has sent me a time and a location. I grit my teeth, trying to control my body’s response.
The irritation simmers just below the surface, but nothing will disturb Bella and the warmth of her afterglow.
My uncle never wants to meet, so it’s either an ambush or a truce. An ambush makes more sense. But a truce...
My mind toys with the notion that Kennedy is mine, free and clear of my uncle.
“She is yours ,” the Scottish voice whispers, and for a fleeting moment, I almost believe the madman in my head.
Until the last text comes through.
It’s a picture of Kennedy, dressed in a flowing, emerald-green dress that clings to her curves in all the right places. The neckline plunges just enough to tease, while the delicate lace sleeves add a touch of elegance.
The fact that my uncle is having her followed isn’t a surprise; my men had already tipped me off.
But what grabs my attention is Riley, standing right in front of the townhouse I put her up in. It’s more than just surveillance.
It’s a message.
And it looks like no matter what, I’m getting fucked in the ass today, too.