Chapter 26 #2
“I told you I had to,” I shot back. “You don’t listen.”
“What part of ‘you’re mine’ didn’t you fucking understand?”
Enzo lunged for me, and I was too slow to dodge him. I expected the heavy, hot weight of his hand around my neck. Instead, what I got were his lips on mine. Hard, rough, and sharp, the kiss pushed me to the brink of my sanity and threatened to drop me off the edge.
I needed him. Enzo’s tongue swiped against the seam of my lips.
I groaned, trying to push him away and maintain my strong stance, but he wasn’t having it.
His hand gripped my cheeks, squeezing them roughly until my lips puckered.
Enzo’s tongue slipped inside. I tasted whiskey on his mouth, strong and smooth. Something expensive.
Were you drinking because of me?
My cock throbbed in the confines of my jeans. Every inch of me ached for him. The alarm bells in my head rang. No matter how much I knew I should stay away, I burned for Enzo.
He grabbed my arm, turning me around and shoving me against the brick wall. Cool air tickled the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Enzo’s hands were quick, unfastening my pants and tugging them down my hips. He spread my cheeks. My heart jumped into my throat.
Fight back. Don’t give in to this.
I shoved back against Enzo. He responded by pushing me forward. I grunted, planting my feet as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. No matter how much I wanted him, it didn’t mean I should go through with it. Enzo was a fresh line of coke, temptation on a plate.
“Enzo,” I growled.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. “I’m trying my hardest not to fucking kill you right now.”
Cold sweat etched its way down my spine. There wasn’t a single hint of a lie in his tone. It made me hesitate to move, speak, or even think. Enzo spread my cheeks and spat between them. I pushed away from the wall only to be shoved against it more firmly.
“Did I say move?” Enzo asked. “Keep your ass out.”
My cock jumped. For some reason, I did what I was told. The sound of Enzo’s zipper in the stillness of the alley was loud. He yanked my hips back before I felt the familiar feeling of his cock sliding against the crack of my ass.
My need for him grew hotter every second. The longer I was forced to wait for Enzo to take me only made me more desperate. “What are you doing? Just put it in,” I growled through clenched teeth. “Come on, Enzo. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
His hand wrapped around my throat, but he didn’t squeeze.
The wet, slick heat of his cock pressed against my hole.
Spit wasn’t the same as lube, but my twisted little heart loved that.
I wanted it to hurt, to stretch, to blind all of my senses.
I wanted Enzo Vitale to make me feel nothing but his brand of possession and control.
“Fuck!”
Enzo slammed inside of me in one fast, sharp stroke.
I grabbed the wall, bracing myself as he thrust inside of me.
My knees buckled, and it took everything in me to stay upright.
My head swam. I reached between my thighs, shoving a hand around my cock and stroking it as he grunted, bottoming out inside of my hole.
Stars burst behind my lids as I pushed back against him.
Enzo’s grip around my neck tightened. I leaned into his hand, devouring the warmth of his flesh against mine after so many empty, lonely nights.
I wanted to grab him, hold him down, and keep him against me.
Enzo was the enemy, but I didn’t give a damn when every “hero” seemed three times as bad as him.
A kiss, and then teeth tugged on the lobe of my ear. Even with his hand on my neck, there was a plethora of kisses left on my skin. Soft, feathery, but each one more demanding than the next, as if he could force me to stay if he just held me long enough.
God, did I want to crumble. An imaginary life with Enzo was better than a thousand empty nights with people who didn’t give a fuck about me.
My throat tightened. Hot, wet tears rolled down my cheeks. I imagined the bandages getting wet on my cheek, soaking into the wound that was more than flesh and blood. I cried out.
“Why are you crying?” Enzo asked.
“Just fuck me,” I begged, not giving a damn how pathetic and desperate I sounded. “I need to feel you fuck me.”
Enzo paused. His cock throbbed inside of me. For some reason, that stillness pushed me toward the brink. I felt like I was going to break down. Until Enzo slammed inside of me.
“Tex,” he whispered against my ear. “It’s okay.”
Those words almost broke the dam, but I held back. Enzo and I moved together, grunting, groaning, and moaning together as we chased our highs. I felt the familiar swelling in my balls, the tingling along my flesh, and I knew I was blissfully close.
“Enzo!”
I painted the brick with ribbons of my cum as I was flooded with hot, sticky heat. Enzo bucked his hips, rolling and thrusting until he had nothing more to give me. He laid against my back, the soft panting like music to my ears until he broke the silence.
“What happened?” he asked, dragging a finger over my bandage. “Who did this to you?”
I froze. “It’s nothing.”
“Tell me,” he demanded, gripping my arm. “Who hurt you?”
I swallowed thickly. Telling Enzo anything felt like a death sentence for the person I named. However, part of me still wanted to tell him that it was my father so I could watch the man rip him apart.
Slowly, I turned to face Enzo. I dragged my pants up my hips as warm cum coursed down my thighs. Enzo peered at me, his eyes studying mine like he always did. It was a familiar sight. One I had missed.
“Long story,” I said quietly. “Not worth repeating.”
“It was your father, wasn’t it? You went to visit your parents not long ago. That wasn’t there before you went.”
My stomach tightened. “Jesus, Enzo. This is why we can’t be together.”
“Why?” he asked, his eyes growing sad.
“You’re following me,” I explained. “You know where my parents live. This is too much. How am I supposed to cope when everything I say to you could end up with someone dead?”
“I’m trying to protect you.”
I knocked his hand away. “Who asked you to?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “This is never going to work. I have to get back to my job.”
Enzo grabbed my arm, yanking me back to him. “How many times do you think I’m going to let you run away?”
“Let me?” I asked, scoffing. “And I’m not running away. This is me being an adult and doing what needs to be done.”
“If you believe that, you’re naive,” he said evenly.
I pulled away from Enzo. “I have to go.”
“Fine.” I stopped and glanced back at him. Enzo stuck a cigarette between his lips. He lit up, smoke curling into the night sky. “Don’t let me see you again, Tex. I showed mercy this time. Next time? I’ll kill you.”
Fear trickled down my spine. I didn’t doubt him for a second. Rolling my shoulders back, I watched as he walked away, disappearing into the shadows, leaving me utterly and completely alone.
I opened my mouth to beg him to stay, to pretend everything was okay for a little while. But I’d stuck my own foot in my mouth. My heart shattered into a million fucking pieces as I continued to stare down the empty alley. I couldn’t see Enzo again.
Not without there being a bloodbath.