Chapter 32
Piper
“ P -please don’t,” I gasp, fear coilin g tight in my stomach, rooting me to the spot even as every instinct screams for me to run.
The blade doesn’t move. It lingers—silent, patient—a whisper of cool metal teasing the slickest part of me. My whole body turns to stone, breath caught somewhere between a scream and a moan.
“You’re scared,” he murmurs, voice like dark velvet behind me. “But not of me.”
“Yes, I am,” I cry, even though I’m not sure I believe it.
“No,” he says, smirking at me as he drags the flat of the razor along the curve of my clit with surgical control. “You’re scared because you’re soaking wet for me. Scared because your cunt’s drenching a fucking blade.”
I sob, high and sharp.
“You don’t want to run,” he breathes. “You want to be wrecked. You want me to decide how far we go.”
And I do. I hate that I do. That I’m shaking and crying and so fucking wet I can feel it coating my thighs.
“Look at what I’m doing to you,” he commands, slackening his hold on my hair so I can tip my head down.
I look at the smooth foil head—wide and flat, built for legs or bikini lines—not for being pressed against my clit like Enzo’s doing. Logically, I know it can’t cut me when it’s not switched on. The foil has a protective mesh over the blades. But… logic isn’t what’s driving me right now.
“Enzo,” I gasp. I don’t know if I’m asking him to stop or to keep going.
“Keep watching,” he rasps, pressing the razor harder against my clit.
I w himper at the sensation. I want to look away and to tell him to stop, but I can’t do either. It’s physically impossible for me to tear my gaze away, and I can’t stop the pleasure singing in my veins either.
“Enzo.”
“That’s it, Toy,” he encourages, adding more pressure.
My breathing shatters into ragged gasps, each pass of the blade winding me tighter. “Enzo!” My pussy contracts, and I need… I need… fuck. I don’t know what I need.
“I’ve got you,” he groans. Then he lets go of my neck, sliding his hand to my throat. “Are you ready to come?”
Before I can answer him, he squeezes tighter, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe. In frustration, I turn my head, and when my lips graze his arm, I bite down. The grunt he lets out goes straight to my pussy.
“Oh, God!” I croak, barely able to speak with the pressure on my throat.
A few more swirls is all it takes before I rapture. An orgasm unlike anything I’ve experienced before tears through me. It’s almost painful, making me squeeze my eyes closed.
“No. Look at me in the mirror,” he commands.
My eyes fly open, obeying his command. Our eyes lock, blue on green, and I feel like he’s underneath my skin. That’s how powerful the connection is.
He barely gives me time to recover before I feel him removing the razor from my pussy. But his gaze stays on mine, locking me in place, despite my trembling legs. I’m just about to ask what he’s doing when I feel something thick between my pussy lips.
“Is that…” The words die on my tongue.
But I don’t need to, Enzo knows what I mean. “It is,” he confirms, pushing the razor handle into me.
I try to fire back—something smart, something venomous—but it dies on my tongue the second he thrusts it all the way inside my pussy, pushing me down at the same time.
“Fuck!” My scream is muffled by my own palm as my body jerks forward against the sink. He doesn’t pause.
He just adds pressure to the hand between my shoulder blades, ensuring I’m not going anywhere while he pistons the handle in and out of my drenched sex. Each time he pushes it in, it slams me into the counter, my breasts dragging across the cold marble, my skin burning where it meets the chill.
“Wanted to be a little brat, Toy? Wanted to test me?” he growls, slamming me harder against the counter with each thrust. “Then you get fucked by plastic instead of my hard dick that’s throbbing for you.”
His hand slides up my spine and fists in my hair, yanking my head up so I can see my reflection. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes glossy as my mouth opens in shock and pleasure. And behind me, Enzo is all dark muscles and sharp control.
He’s relentless and so fucking mine.
“Look at yourself,” he snarls. “You made this happen. You made me like this. And you’ve never looked more perfect, Toy.”
Tears prick my eyes, but they’re not from pain. Not even from pleasure. I’m overwhelmed and so fucking confused I barely recognize myself right now. My body wants him, that much is true. But I don’t know if I want him, or if he’s just that good at playing me.
“Stop thinking,” he demands, fucking me harder. “You want this. You want me. Why do you keep lying to yourself by fighting it?”
“I don’t want you,” I gasp, but we both know it’s a lie.
“Say it.” He thrusts the handle almost all the way into me, keeping it there. “Say who you belong to.”
“No one,” I hiss, willing to say just about anything to deny my thought about him being mine. He isn’t.
Enzo angles his hand so the heel presses against my clit, roughly rubbing it until I’m a whimpering, trembling mess. “Stop lying,” he demands.
Instead of answering him, I press my lips together.
“If you come on the handle, Toy, you belong to me,” he growls. “And if you don’t say it out loud, I’ll continue to fuck it out of you.”
I don’t bother protesting; I know my body well enough to know he’s going to make me climax.
But I’ll be damned if I’m going to act like this is okay.
I asked him to stop, and he didn’t. So I’m not going down without a fight.
I find his gaze in the mirror, keeping my eyes on his while he expertly works my pussy.
“Mhmm, your cunt’s clenching so tight. I can feel the resistance.” His voice is filled with gravel.
I’m unable to keep my moans at bay, but I still don’t give him any words. Not even when he tilts the handle, so it hits that magical spot inside me.
He hisses, pushing into me so hard the mirror rattles. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
His hand doesn’t stop grinding against my nub, even as I shake my head in desperate defiance. My thighs tremble, my breath hitches, my walls flutter around the handle, betraying every word I haven’t said.
He groans, low and vicious. “You’re going to soak this handle for me, Toy. And when you do, you’ll know exactly who you fucking belong to.”
I bite my lip so hard it bleeds, desperate to keep the sob inside me from becoming a moan. I can’t let him win. I can’t. He circles harder, faster, making it impossible to keep my sounds locked down tight.
I come with a broken scream, my body convulsing, my release hitting me so hard I nearly collapse. The pleasure is blinding, savage, humiliating—and still, I chase it. I grind against the plastic like a broken toy that’s forgotten how to do anything else.
“ There she is,” he purrs, the words dripping with triumph. “My greedy, lying little toy.”
He continues to fuck me with the handle.
“You’re mine,” he grits. “Say it, Piper. Or I’ll make this last all day.”
My mouth opens—but I don’t know if it’s to defy or beg him. I don’t know anything anymore. Just him. “I’m yours,” I whisper, broken and breathless.
I barely register it when he removes the handle and replaces it with his cock, sheathing himself inside me with one vicious stroke.
“Yes. You. Are,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “And now that you’ve finally admitted it, you can have what you refused to beg for.”
Enzo grabs my hips, holding me so hard it hurts. I whimper and moan, my pussy clenching around him as though it’s trying to keep him inside me.
I have no idea how I manage to stay upright, but I do. I never look away, and I never falter while he fucks me like he’s using his dick to punish me. It aches in a way that’s addictively delicious.
Rolling my hips, I meet him stroke for stroke, moaning and chanting his name as another orgasm builds inside me.
“Enzo!”
“Fuck. Come on my dick, Toy,” he groans.
He slams into me one last time and comes with a growl that sounds more like possession than pleasure. The primal sound, paired with the way his length swells inside me, is enough to send me crashing over the edge again.
His body collapses over mine, chest heaving, mouth pressed to my shoulder. And then—just like that—the violence fades from him as he kisses the back of my neck, soft and unhurried.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs.
I brace myself against the counter as he crouches behind me, and then I feel it—warm, damp cloth against my swollen, oversensitive pussy. He wipes away his cum slowly, thoroughly, like he’s cleaning up something precious.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then another just above my ass. Worshiping the body he just used like a weapon.
“You did so well for me,” he says softly, reverently. “So fucking perfect.”
I want to argue. I want to snarl at him, maybe scream. “You should leave,” I finally say, barely recognizing my voice.
“And why’s that?” he asks, amused.
“Because I think I hate you right now.” With those words, I turn on my heel and make my way into the bedroom, ready to let the bed swallow me.
Of course, Enzo doesn’t make it easy. He follows me into the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed before sliding in beside me on the hu ge bed.
“You think hate scares me?” he asks in a low and amused tone. “Hate’s just love wearing its fangs. You can gnash at me all you want, Toy. I’ll still be the one you bite down on.”
I pull the sheet up to my chest, wishing it were armor, but all it does is trap me beside the man who just ruined me—and now wants to cuddle like he didn’t. He doesn’t touch me; just lies there, breathing quietly and steady, like he’s waiting.
“Stop acting like this is normal,” I whisper.
“What’s normal, Piper?” he replies, calm as ever. “People lie to each other. Hurt each other. Leave. But you and me? We fit. And whether you admit it now or later, you’ll never belong to anyone else.”
I turn my back to him, but it’s useless. I still feel him. His warmth. His words. His fucking presence curling around me like smoke.