Chapter 24 #2
After he was done sucking, he flicked his tongue against my skin, so much like he’d flicked it against my clit yesterday.
His mouth moved to my ear as his hand lowered to cup me tight between my legs.
“If I fuck you, Blair,” he grunted into my ear, rotating his hips and nudging his cock against my clit, “you’d better fucking give me everything I want.”
He reared back to stare me down. I clamped my front teeth over my lower lip and nodded in desperation.
“Good fucking girl.” He patted my cheek. “That’s my well-behaved Fawn.”
My body nearly broke apart when he pulled back, yanked my legs apart farther, and thrust inside me.
I gasped as my head rammed into the headboard and pain ricocheted through me. I couldn’t stop from squeezing my legs tight around his body.
That was a telltale sign.
I waited for him to stop and question why it hurt.
He stopped for a second, and I knew he knew.
A crooked smile passed over his lips, and he dug his fingers into my thighs as he slowly pulled himself out, then thrust deep again.
I cried out in pain, in pleasure, feeling so many emotions that I couldn’t narrow them down to one. He wasn’t patient, wasn’t gentle, as he raised my legs over his shoulders and pounded into me.
The pain subsided into pure pleasure as his thumb played with my clit while he fucked me.
Fucked me hard and violent, like the devil he was.
My nails scratched at the sheets, at his hands on my thighs, at my own skin as I writhed beneath him, forgetting he’d told me not to touch him.
I gasped, moaned, cried out his name.
And I lost it.
Every thought in my head dissolved as pleasure overtook me. My body shook as my muscles twitched beneath my skin.
Heat surged from my pelvis, straight between my legs, and as the orgasm shattered through me, I felt ready for another one.
I was turning into a greedy Fawn.
His gaze rose from between my legs, where they’d been glued to since he thrust in me the first time, to mine. They were intense, narrowed, and I swore, for the first time, I saw an emotion that wasn’t hatred.
The anger had melted into something else.
Something shifted between us as we stared at each other. He rotated his hips, changing his angle, and hit the perfect spot. His eyes stayed rooted to mine as he moved our bodies together.
“Shit.” He stopped mid-thrust.
Before I could ask what the problem was, he muttered, “I don’t fuck women while looking them in the eye.”
“What?” I stuttered, staring at him in disbelief, but he only kept moving.
Kept fucking me and looking me in the eye.
It was as if the words meant nothing once they’d left his mouth.
I hated every time our eye contact broke as his grunts turned rougher. The bed slammed against the wall in heavy thuds, mixing with our moans and ragged breaths.
I admired every expression that crossed his face.
Each time he drove deeper, he bit down on his bottom lip.
Each time he pulled back, he released it.
Over and over and over.
His eyes would shut, then open.
His face would tighten, then ease.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect, Blair,” he groaned before pulling himself out of me.
I frowned at the sudden loss of him, as if I’d misplaced my favorite fucking teddy bear. This man would be my goddamn ruin. I knew it.
He inched back, his bottom hitting his shins, and he made a circle with his finger. “Turn around for me, Blair. Stick your ass in the air.”
When I didn’t move fast enough because I was still processing his demand, he slid away from me. I gasped when he grabbed my waist, flipped me to my knees, and slapped my ass before pointing it in the air. I held myself up with my elbows.
“So wet.” He came up behind me and slid his finger through my warmth. “That’s your sweet cum with my pre-cum, Blair.” Another slap to my ass. “Put your hand between your legs. I want you to taste us.”
When I didn’t do that, he slapped the other cheek.
I dropped my hand, lowering it to do what he’d ordered, and brought the taste to my lips.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked as he situated himself and filled me back up with one thrust.
His thrusts were faster.
Harder.
His grunts louder.
And moans longer.
With each stroke, my elbows became softer, until they fell flat and he was holding me up.
“Such a perfect ass,” he muttered, smacking my ass once more. “The best view in the goddamn world.”
Needing to see him, hearing how close he was, I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.
I froze when I saw his phone in his hand, aimed at where our bodies met.
“Enzo!” I shrieked. “What the—”
My words died when his other hand clamped onto my hip and he drove into me harder.
“Don’t say a word,” he hissed. “Or I’ll pull my cock out right now and kick you out of this room and withhold an orgasm for a goddamn month. I’ll make you sit in that hallway while your pussy fucking craves for this cock to fuck it.”
I shut my eyes, dropping my head forward, and met him thrust for thrust.
Later.
I’ll make him delete that later.
The fire lighting inside me burned out any rational thoughts.
“That’s right. You let me do whatever I want with this body, don’t you, Blair?” he asked, his voice now hoarse. “I knew this cunt would be perfection.”
He kept fucking me, and I was beginning to think he had an unheard-of stamina when he flipped me over.
“Fuck it,” he said again, as if those were his words anytime he broke his rules. “I need this.”
I was flat on my back again with him inside me. He slung my thighs over his shoulders and fucked me hard.
I held his gaze as I moved with him.
His hair was slicked with sweat.
Beads of it dripped down his sleek chest.
Another orgasm stirred inside me, and when he hit that spot, it bloomed. It kept going and going and going and going, to the point that I felt like it was stuck inside my body.
“You’re not coming on my cock again until you swear to give me the answers I want,” he said, licking his bottom lip. He dropped my legs to get into my face and gave my neck another squeeze. “Tell me you’ll give me all of you, Blair.”
“Yes,” I said around a long moan.
I breathed in deep breaths when his hand left my neck. He fell forward, his hands landing on each side of my body, and he thrust inside me.
“That’s right,” he muttered, moving our bodies up the bed with force. “Take that damn cock, Blair, and get fucking used to it.”
My hands dragged across the sheets, so close to his. So close I almost covered them with mine, just to feel that connection.
But I was scared he’d pull away.
That he’d deprive me of the only thing I wanted right now.
I’d never felt so damn good.
So damn free.
And as I let myself go, as I cried out my moans while stopping myself from yelling his name, my body went limp.
He gave one, two, three more thrusts before releasing my legs. His body shuddered as he filled me with his cum. He collapsed on top of me while drawing in deep breaths.
We lay there, panting, trying to gather ourselves.
He said nothing as he pushed back up. While he climbed away from me toward the edge of the bed, I raised myself. My body had never felt so weak.
He wiped the sweat from his face and tipped his head, staring at the floor.
That was when I noticed the specks of blood.
Enzo glanced over his shoulder, following my gaze. His eyes flared, and his lips curved into a knowing smirk.
Go figure. The man loves blood.
I was surprised Dracula wasn’t in that stack of books on his desk.
I rubbed my legs together, already feeling a sore ache, and whispered, “Can I go to the bathroom?”
He nodded, gesturing toward the door that he’d come through.
As I started climbing off the bed, he took my hand to help me.
My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me as I walked toward the bathroom, like I was the Little Mermaid who’d just received them.
I flipped on the light, shut the door, and peed. After washing my hands, I looked inside his shower and ran my fingers over his hygiene products.
I whipped around when he opened the door and stood in the doorway, now dressed in gray sweats but still shirtless.
“Do you, uh …” I started to ask. “Have a washcloth?”
He jerked his head toward a cabinet. “You need to shower?”
“No, I …” I rubbed my thighs together as my gaze fell there.
He nodded in understanding and joined me in the room. While it was a decent-sized bathroom, his presence made it feel so tight.
He grabbed a cloth from the cabinet and motioned for me to leave the bathroom. I reached for it in his hand, but he pulled it back.
He turned on the sink water, allowing it to run until it met his temperature satisfaction, and wet the cloth.
“On the bed,” he directed while following me out of the bathroom. “Sit on the edge.”
Goose bumps covered my body, and I pulled the shirt down to hide them.
He knelt in front of me, resting one hand on my thigh. “Take off the shirt.”
“Enzo—” I started.
“Take it off.”
I did slowly, and he took it from me.
He opened my legs while at eye level with my pussy. “Spread them wider for me.”
My cheeks warmed as I did, and I flinched as he started wiping me clean.
It felt too intimate for such a violent man.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” he said almost in admiration. “Look how much I stretched you.”
His words sent tingles through my body.
Enzo cleaned me up as if I were his latest crime scene. He stared at the blood he’d collected and then said, “I’m leaving my cum in there.” The words were almost said to himself.
“You were a virgin, weren’t you?” he asked, his voice sounding so casual for such a serious question.
I slowly nodded.
“I figured.”
I scrunched my face. “What made you think that?”
“Just knew.” He stroked the inside of my thigh. “I know you better than you think, Blair.”
The warmth of the cloth eased my tenseness as he returned to cleaning me.
“Fuck,” he hissed out of nowhere.
“What?” I suddenly worried I’d done something wrong.
Or that something was wrong with me down there.
I was fucking insecure, okay?
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.