Chapter 36
Lorenz o
S he swirls her hips at an agonizingly slow pace, and judging by her wicked grin, she knows exactly what she’s doing. Something shifts in the air between us, a heaviness that has nothing to do with the press of our bodies.
Her voice cuts through the dark like a blade, low and demanding. “Would you really have killed Daniel just for touching me?”
The question doesn’t slow her hips. Doesn’t ease the strangling grip of her cunt around me. If anything, she tightens, watching me with eyes that demand truth even as they drink in pleasure.
I should probably be surprised she’s asking me about that fucker now, but I’m not. Somehow, it seems fitting to get everything out in the open while she’s staking her claim.
“Yes,” I answer, the single syllable hanging in the air between us. No hesitation, no remorse coloring the word. Just fact, delivered while buried inside her.
Her rhythm falters for just a heartbeat, the only indication that my answer affects her. Then she resumes, somehow more intent, more present in the movement of her body over mine. Her eyes never leave my face, searching for regret, for signs that I’m lying. She won’t find any.
“He touched you,” I elaborate, my hands finally moving to her thighs, feeling the flex of muscle as she rises and falls. “That’s more than enough reason.”
She doesn’t recoil or pull away. If anything, she sinks down harder, taking me deeper as if my confession deserves reward rather than revulsion.
“Not really,” she disagrees, licking her lips as she pushes herself back up. “He didn’t touch me in any way that matters. Definitely not in a way that made him deserve to be killed .”
“He. Touched. You,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “That’s enough.”
As she shakes her head, her hair spills around her face like a curtain. “No,” she hisses. She moves her hands back to my chest, digging her nails in harder this time. “If I’m yours, I get a fucking say, Enzo.”
“Is that so?” I challenge on a grunt.
“Yes, it’s so.” When she adds more pressure with her nails, I feel at least two breaking through my skin.
“Fuck,” I growl, hips jerking up into her before I force myself still.
“You can’t just go around and kill people who randomly touch me. I mean, what if I help someone who’s about to fall, will you murder them?” she huffs with irritation, no longer moving.
I squeeze her hips harder, rocking them back and forth. “That depends,” I reply honestly.
“On what?”
“On what their intentions are,” I clarify. “Daniel wanted you, sure. But you shut him down, made it clear you weren’t interested. That’s why he’s still alive. So you had a say, Toy.”
“You took away his education,” she hisses, her green eyes flash with anger. “How’s that fair when I did what you demanded?”
I rock her faster. “He was disagreeable,” I grunt.
The memory of my encounter with Daniel makes me feel angry all over. If he’d just listened and agreed to leave my toy alone, he could have stayed at Georgetown. But he didn’t. He fucking boasted, namedropping his uncle who’s a mayor like that could save him.
I tell Piper that, finishing with, “I meant what I said in my note to you. If it wasn’t for you, I would have ended him on principle alone. But you held up your end. You saved his life, even when I didn’t think he deserved to keep breathing.”
Exhaling deeply, she straightens her back and slaps my hands away from her hips.
“The fact that I’ll commit murder for you is nothing,” I murmur. “But to let someone live when they don’t deserve it, that’s something I’d only ever do for you.”
I keep my eyes on her, watching as she processes the info I just gave her. But instead of breaking down or crumpling, she wears her emotions beautifully. A sly smile forms on her lips as she moves her hips again.
I cup her tits once more, rolling and pinching the nipples. “Come for me,” I snarl, voice guttural. “You’re drenching my cock. I want you gushing so hard it fucking coats me.”
Piper’s nostrils flare as she looks down at me, her eyes almost black with lust. When she increases her pace, I fist her hips harder and thrust up and into her.
“Yes,” she cries. “Oh, God. Yes. Play with my clit.”
I slide a hand between us, rolling her needy nub with my thumb. Her se x contracts around my dick, almost squeezing the cum from my balls as she comes with a loud moan.
“So fucking beautiful when you come on my dick,” I praise. “My perfect fucking toy.”
While the spasms still roll through her, she collapses onto my chest. Her breathing makes the hairs tickle. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her close to me.
This has to be what happiness feels like.
I hold her, not moving a muscle until her breathing evens out. “Mhmm,” she moans, lazily. “That felt so good.”
She sinks her teeth into my skin, and she doesn’t let go until I fist her hair and yank her mouth away with a groan of pride. “You like marking me, Toy,” I groan.
Smirking, she pushes herself back up again. “It’s only fair that I get to play now.”
“Go ahead,” I rasp, my hands finding her thighs. “I’m not going to stop you.”
“Should I be scared of you?” Her question comes out of nowhere, but it’s followed with a deliberate roll of her hips that makes us both gasp.
My hands tighten on her thighs as I catch her eyes in the darkness, letting her feel the truth vibrating off my skin, radiating from where we’re joined. “Only if you ever try to run from me.”
The words should terrify her. Would terrify anyone sane. But Piper—my magnificent, perfect toy—moans, her cunt clenching around me like she was made for my brand of madness. This twisted honesty between us is its own form of foreplay, more intimate than being inside her.
“Is that why you did all this?” Her hand gestures between us, encompassing not just our bodies but everything—the internship, stalking her, and moving in while she was asleep. “To make sure I couldn’t leave?”
I thrust up into her, making her gasp. “I did this because from the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine.” My voice is rough with exertion and truth. “Leaving was never an option, Toy. Not for either of us.”
Each question she throws at me binds us closer. She’s doing exactly what I hoped she would—digging deeper, demanding more of the darkness, accepting the monster beneath my skin instead of flinching away.
“Do you…” she starts, then breaks off on a moan as I shift, changing the angle. Her nails dig into my chest. “Do you ever get scared that I’ll become like you? That I’ll enjoy this too much?”
The vulnerability in her voice guts me harder than any blade ever could. This is her real fear—not that I’ll hurt her, but that she’ll become what she thinks I am. That she’ll look in the mirror one day and not recognize the reflection.
“No.” I reach up, wrapping a hand around her throat. “I don’t want to change you, baby. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Her eyes widen, pupils blown with arousal and something darker, something that matches what lives inside me. She doesn’t pull away from my hand. If anything, she leans into it, trusting me even as she interrogates me.
“You’ve already changed me,” she argues.
“Have I?” I challenge. “Or have I merely unlocked parts of yourself that you didn’t know existed?”
She shudders above me, her rhythm growing erratic, her breathing shallow. Not from fear, but from how close she is to having another orgasm. My honesty is pushing her there faster than any physical touch could.
“Is this…” she gasps, grinding down harder, chasing her pleasure even as she demands more truth. “Is this love to you?”
I feel my control slipping, the question piercing something vital inside me. My hand slides from her throat to the back of her neck, pulling her down until our foreheads touch, until we’re breathing the same air.
“This is everything,” I tell her, the words scraping my throat raw with their honesty. “Everything I have. Everything I am.”
She kisses me then, her tongue sweeping into my mouth like she’s trying to taste the truth of my words. I kiss her back just as desperately, just as honestly, letting her take what she needs.
When she pulls back, her eyes are wild, her cheeks flushed. “More,” she demands, and I’m not sure if she means more truth or more pleasure. I decide to give her both.
I can’t hold still anymore. The control I’ve clung to splinters inside me like bone snapping under pressure, and with a growl that doesn’t sound human even to my own ears, I seize her hips and flip us both in one fluid motion, pinning her beneath me.
Her back hits the mattress with enough force to drive the air from her lungs in a surprised gasp, her eyes widening. But there’s no fear there, only expectation, anticipation, a dark hunger that matches my own.
I drive into her without preamble, thrusting deep enough to make her moan.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I snarl into the hollow of her throat, dragging my mouth over the skin I’m about to fucking brand with every thrust.
Another thrust, deeper, harder. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles crossing at the small of my back, pulling me in like she can’t get enough.
The sound she makes isn’t quite a moan, isn’t quite a sob—it’s surrender and defiance wrapped in one breathless noise. Her nails rake down m y back.
“Answer me,” I demand on a groan. She shakes her head and presses her lips together. “Why did you start this game and demand honesty if you can’t play by your own rules?”
There’s no way I can be gentle when she still refuses to answer my question. I know she’s mine, and she’s already admitted it to me days ago. But I still want to hear it again. I’ve been brutally honest with her, so it’s only fair she does the same.
“Look at me,” I demand, one hand fisting in her hair to tilt her face up. Her eyes meet mine, glazed with pleasure but still sharp. “You think I don’t already know the answer?” I punctuate each question with a thrust that makes the headboard slam against the wall.