Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine
Enzo
I stood across from a soaking wet Blair in the shower.
What a fucking sight.
She looked ethereal, standing there.
Like the mural on my ceiling, she was the good angel in the light. And I was the dark one, bathing in the darkness.
Suddenly shy, she wrapped her arms tight around her stomach.
I had planned on showering, so it was convenient that, when I returned to the mansion, that was where I found her.
The fogged-up glass had blocked my view of her when I stepped into the bathroom.
I’d wanted to see her hot and wet body.
So I figured I might as well join her.
I had driven here with the intention of questioning Blair to make sure nothing was connected, but at the moment, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
If I found out I couldn’t trust her, I was afraid to admit it’d hurt.
Not just because I hated traitors and liars, but because I liked my Fawn. I liked being around her, liked her voice, liked how I managed to get answers out of her she wouldn’t tell anyone, liked how she made me feel.
I was becoming attached to her, and I didn’t want to cut that cord.
My mind scrambled in endless directions, but one thing I couldn’t do was take my eyes off her. My view roamed over her body as water poured down it.
I curled my toes as my cock twitched, already rock hard. I thought about all the ways I wanted to pound into her in this space.
Blair had the body of a goddess.
Her body would bring men to their knees in worship of it.
And me? I’d never been a man who got on his knees for any-fucking-one, but with her, I wanted to kneel and taste her everywhere.
My eyes stayed glued to her breasts that moved with every gasp she took. Gasps so intense that I heard them over the shower.
I was nearly salivating as I took in her nickel-sized nipples that begged for my mouth. I stepped closer on the tiles until my toes curled over hers. Those gasps turned more rapid when I ran my hand over her breast, running my thumb over the hard peak in the middle.
“Hello, my Fawn,” I said, my voice sounding hoarser than I’d like.
She blinked water from her eyelashes as she looked up at me with an innocent expression. My cock twitched, and I lowered my hand to stroke it once.
I raised my hand from her breast to her face, pushing the wet hair from her eyes.
She whimpered, resting her cold hands on my arms. I clocked her gaze dropping down, stalling at my cock.
Grinning on the inside only, I took her hand to wrap it around where I desperately needed it, moving it once to stroke me before she took over.
I gave her a second to relax and jack me off.
Then two, three, four.
At five, I slid my hand into her hair and knew it was time to do what I had come here for.
I yanked her head back, and she winced, her hand falling from my cock.
Fuck, what a loss.
Her hand, her mouth, had been born to be there.
“Blair, tell me right now that you don’t know anything about these shootings,” I said with a tug of her wet hair.
Her teeth chattered, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was cold from us now sharing the water or terrified of me.
“I don’t,” she finally managed to squeak out.
I backed her up, water pelting our skin, until she collided with the tiled wall. Her hair stuck to her shoulders and face as she glanced up at me.
“Can I trust you?” I asked.
She licked water off her lips. “If you don’t trust me, then leave me alone, Enzo.”
Her words sent a fire burning inside me. All she needed to do was say yes.
I drove my hips forward. “You’re my Fawn until I fucking release you.”
Lowering my hand to her hip, I shoved her harder into the wall.
When that didn’t seem like a harsh enough punishment for her little suggestion, I thrust my hips forward, pinning her to the wall with my body.
“Then release me,” she shrieked. “No one asked you to choose me.”
A spark of bravery flared in her eyes as she jabbed a finger in my chest. “If you think I had anything to do with your father getting shot, then release me! Lord knows my life was a lot calmer before you barged into it.”
I scoffed, my lip snarling. “Was it calmer, Blair?”
My thighs nudged hers apart as I crowded her, until I was exactly where I belonged—between her legs.
She had no choice but to spread them wider so her bones wouldn’t break.
If she thought for one damn second that I was releasing her, she’d lost her mind. That kind of talk needed to be corrected.
To punish her, I sank my hand between her legs, shoving four fingers deep inside her. Her back straightened against the wall as a long cry tore from her throat. I dragged my fingers out slowly before thrusting them back in again, harder and rougher this time.
There’d be no fucking talk of me releasing her into the wild to other wolves.
I realized I wasn’t only here to question Blair.
I was here to break her open.
And if I happened to enjoy myself in the process? That was a bonus.
I lowered my head until my forehead brushed hers.
“Don’t ever say those words again,” I grunted.
My hand tightened as I finger-fucked her harder.
“I own you, Blair.” I withdrew my hand to grab my cock and slide it against her clit.
With my free hand, I caught her chin between my fingers, holding her still to look at me. “You belong to me.”
She moaned, her head tipping forward until it knocked lightly against mine as I massaged her clit with the head of my cock.
A series of short gasps escaped her when she started rocking her hips, moving them to the side, as if trying to force my cock inside her.
A giant smirk, one that belonged to the biggest villain in the world, spread across my face.
“If I make this pussy feel good, will you tell me everything I want to know, my Fawn?” I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips.
Her mouth parted immediately, welcoming my tongue, and I kissed her hard.
“Yes,” she said in a pained plea.
My smirk widened at the desperation in her voice.
“That’s my good little Fawn.” I splayed my hand around her face, squeezing her cheeks together before sliding my grip down to her throat.
“Now, you’ll tell me everything I want to know.
And if I hear one more word about me releasing you …
” I flexed my grip. “This throat won’t work well enough to even mutter those words again. ”
I dropped my hand from her throat and bent my knees, ready to thrust my cock inside her, but stopped.
This wasn’t how I wanted it today.
Not rushed against the shower wall.
If this was the last time I got to fuck my Fawn, I didn’t want it here.
I wanted it somewhere the memory would live forever.
I stepped away long enough to shut off the shower, pulled her against me, and wrapped her legs around my body to lift her. I shoved the glass door open hard enough that I was surprised it didn’t crack.
Water streamed off us as I carried her into the bedroom. I didn’t give a damn about the trail we left behind or that my bed would be soaked by the time I was finished with her.
I dropped her on the unmade sheets and controlled my breathing as she stared up at me, sprawled across the bed.
She slowly drew her legs together, rubbing them, while biting down on her lower lip and waiting for my next move.
Dragging a hand through my wet hair, I drew my gaze down her gorgeous body.
Her scent had already taken over my bedroom, and I loved it. She was the only woman who’d ever been in my bed here. And if I had it my way, she might be the last.
I dropped onto the bed, and she pushed herself to her knees, crawling toward me.
“Ride me, Blair,” I instructed, lifting my head and wrapping my hand around myself while holding her gaze.
My good little Fawn didn’t hesitate. She climbed straight onto my lap and straddled my hips. Lifting my hand, I traced my index finger slowly along her jaw.
Her lips parted, and I stuck my finger between them.
“Suck,” I ordered.
Her mouth closed around my finger instantly, and I pushed it deeper inside.
“Good girl.” I watched her suck my finger. “Now, fuck me, Fawn.”
An eager groan fell from my throat when she held on to my thighs and sank down on me. Her pussy fit around me perfectly.
I watched her face, tracking every change in expression as she rode me. The mattress shifted beneath us when her rhythm quickened, and she began losing herself in the pleasure my cock was giving her.
I leaned forward slightly, lowering my hand between us to tease her clit. Her breasts lifted with each thrust as she ground against me.
In one second, she flattened her body, trapping my hand while sliding her clit against me.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, the sensations of being inside her shooting straight through me.
She lifted herself, sank down on me, and then gyrated her hips.
I shut my eyes, taking in the feel of her pussy before grabbing her hips, holding her still. She groaned in protest when I pulled her off my cock and turned her around in one quick motion.
Without moving from my spot, I guided her back down, positioning her to ride me backward. The new angle allowed my cock to go deeper inside her. It felt so damn good that I was ready to come right then.
Her back arched as she rode me, sticking her ass right in my face, and I smacked it once, hoping to leave a mark. I did it again, watching her skin ripple.
Her back flattened at my strikes, and I clicked my tongue.
“Stay up,” I said with another ass slap before gripping her hips and pulling her back into place. “Keep riding me. Don’t let me down, Fawn.”
“Okay,” she moaned, settling back into her rhythm.
Her hips rolled as she rode me, that perfect ass still lifted while she grabbed on to my ankles to keep herself from collapsing forward while I controlled her pace.
Her pussy clenched against my cock.
I was ready to burst, and I needed her to fall apart first.
I smacked her ass. “Ride me harder.”
She rode me harder.
Another ass smack.
“Fuck me faster.”
She fucked me faster.
One more.
“Come all over my cock.”
She lifted her hips, impaling herself on my cock like she owned it. And fucking hell, she did.
At that moment, I knew I had to make it official—Blair would never fuck another man like this. Heat stormed my veins as I thought about another motherfucker touching her.
About another man getting this, something so fucking precious.
I’d never felt lucky when fucking someone until her.
Never felt like I was getting something cherished that I needed to hold on to.
And I was royally fucked, especially if she didn’t have the right answers to my questions.
But then my thoughts blurred as Blair fell apart on my cock.