Chapter 31
After making a quick stop at my room to change, Enzo hauls me to the garage and loads me into a blacked-out Ford Raptor.
“Where are we going?” I ask as Enzo drives us down a dirt road leading to the back of their property.
“It’s a surprise.”
“You’re not taking me to the deep dark woods to do depraved acts and then murder me with an axe…right?” I halfway joke because you never know with Enzo.
“The depraved part is a possibility and there may be an axe. Murder is off the table, but only for tonight,” he says with a sly grin.
A few minutes later, we pull up to an isolated garage. Nothing but woods surrounding it. Fresh tire marks indent the mud surrounding the area, so I know someone has been here recently.
When I step out of the truck and walk into the garage, trailing Enzo, a small gasp leaves me.
It’s an absolute disaster. Broken glass, porcelain, wood, and metal litter the floor.
Tall bookcases line one wall, all covered in more broken items. The opposite wall is splattered with paint.
In the center, there’s an old wooden table covered with more highly breakable items. The final wall showcases an assortment of items from knives, axes, shovels, baseball bats, a machete, even a fucking chainsaw.
“What the hell?” I whisper and step further into the room. Enzo stands with his hands braced on his hips as if he were proud of the utter chaos.
“Ever heard of a rage room before?”
“No,” I deadpan. “But I have a feeling I’m currently standing in the middle of one.”
“That you are. Beautiful, isn’t it? You see, despite my calm and collected attitude, there was once a time I was a hellion with massive anger issues.”
“Once a time?” I lift a brow at him, and he picks up a bat, twirling it in a full circle before pointing it at me.
“Watch it.”
“Yes, sir,” I joke but the way his expression darkens shows me he likes being called sir.
“My mamma came up with the idea of a rage room. Somewhere I could go to unleash in a safe environment. Well…safe for others.”
“Does Rafael use it too?”
“He has a few times. But he likes to take his anger out on flesh or the bags. I like to destroy shit. Raf can rein himself in and I…well, back then I couldn’t.”
Enzo goes over to a box and begins taking various items out, lining the bookshelves and the table with small figurines, plates, glass cups, and old laptop and TV.
“Where do you get all this stuff?” I ask as I pick up a ceramic poodle figurine, cringing at the awfully ugly dog.
It reminds me of something a grandma would keep in their house. No offense to grandmas…
“Thrift stores mostly.” He shrugs then dusts his palms off on his pants. “Alright, choose your weapon.”
“You want me to…rage?”
“More than anything.”
I stay silent, staring at this crazy person like he’s grown three heads. He gets the memo and steps up to me, setting the bat on the table. My head falls back slightly when he holds my cheeks in his palms. He studies me a moment before his forehead meets mine.
“I saw how losing Sienna hurt you. I’m trusting my gut here and guessing you want to hurt someone.
But you can’t. So…let it out here. You’re safe to let go.
You don’t have to hide your rage, Lucy. I won’t judge you for it; it won’t scare me.
” His lips meet mine in a soft kiss and I grip his black shirt like he’s my lifeline holding me steady.
I pull him closer, begging him to deepen the kiss and he happily obliges. Can he feel my gratitude in this kiss? Because I fucking needed this and he knew it.
Pulling back breathless, he picks up a bat from the table and I take it, then slip on a pair of safety glasses. The bat feels foreign in my grip; I’ve never held a bat before. I was only trained with blades, knives, and the occasional gun. But the bat feels a bit unhinged and I love it.
Enzo takes a step back, his arms crossing as he leans against the door.
“You’re not going to hit anything?”
“It’s all you, baby.”
I lift the bat like I’ve seen baseball players do in movies and swing at a lamp sitting on the table. It wobbles and falls to the floor in a disappointing thud.
“Harder. Let. Go. Lucy,” Enzo encourages.
I eye a stack of plates next and take a deep breath.
Drawing back again, I swing as hard as I can, almost knocking myself off balance as a loud crash echoes through the garage and the plates shatter against the wall and floor.
I can’t help it, I let out an excited scream and laugh as Enzo claps. “That’s my girl. Keep going.”
I smash cups, figurines, and finally the damn poodle and the more I break, the more I feel myself being put back together.
I do as he directed and let go, uncontained and utterly free.
Loud crashes and bangs fill the space as pieces of glass and porcelain fly around me, some nicking my skin but I don’t care.
It’s peace inside of chaos.
And I can’t help the tears flowing down my cheeks.
Why am I crying?
By the time I’ve smashed everything, I’m breathless and covered in sweat. I push up the glasses, which had fallen down the bridge of my nose, and swipe the back of my hand over my forehead.
Enzo stalks up to me, slow and deadly, utter pride written all over his face. “Fucking perfect,” he praises and I practically preen under his adoration.
He was right. I needed to destroy and what surprises me even more is I didn’t have to tell him. He knew. Because deep down, he sees me.
He’s going to ruin everything.
Enzo’s feather-light touch glides along my jaw before his grip tightens in my hair and he tugs my head back, forcing me to look upon his dangerous and alluring face.
His olive skin, dark irises, and midnight hair are like a drug I can’t seem to get enough of.
But what’s even more intoxicating is the way he makes me feel like his equal.
Like he knows I have as much power over him as he does me.
He leans down and I rise on my toes as our lips brush, gently at first and then all at once, harsh and consuming. I moan into his mouth as his tongue dances with mine. The rage room of chaos surrounds us but, in his embrace, the chaos morphs into peace.
His hands run down the length of my body as mine travel up to wrap around his neck and I gasp into his mouth as he lifts me up by the back of my thighs and sets me on the wooden table. It’s covered in shards of glass, the small pieces digging into my skin, but I don’t care.
In fact, I love it. The pieces aren’t jagged or large enough to make me bleed but I can feel them there, pressing deeper.
He goes to remove my sweater, but I stop him, gripping his wrists. “Leave it on,” I whisper into his ear as he bites at the skin of my neck.
At my command, he pulls away, his brow furrowed.
I can tell he doesn’t like my answer but, in my heart, I know he will respect it.
“I won’t judge you. You’re fucking perfect; I want to see you.
All of you. Please,” he begs, and God do I want to give him what he wants but I can’t. I can’t risk him seeing my brand.
“One day.”
He growls but listens as he leans back in to lick and suck on my neck. He lays me back on the table, settling his hips between my legs and I wince as one particularly large piece of porcelain or glass digs into my rib cage. “Tap out if you need to, baby.”
“Just kiss me,” I say, grabbing his collar and hauling him into me.
His weight against me pushes the small shards deeper and I relish the pain as it combines with the pleasure he gives me.
Slowly and oh so fucking tortuously, he grazes his fingers down my ribs until he reaches the waist band of my pants and unbuttons them as I kick off my shoes. I lift my hips, signaling I want this, I want him, and he slides them down, removing my pants and underwear in one move.
Fire ignites along my skin where his stare travels. The flutter of muscles along his jaw shows the restraint he’s using. I know he wants more, but he’s being patient with me, a quality I never would have expected one of the Devils of Seattle to have.
He grips my inner thighs, squeezing once before he lifts my knees, planting my feet on the tabletop.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he drops to his knees.
The sound of glass beneath his weight makes me wince but he only grins as he sees my reaction.
My silent question asking if he’s okay. “You’re not the only one who needs pain, baby. ”
My whole body relaxes with the relief of his answer. His breath warms the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as he inches closer. He inhales deeply and moans before the flat of his tongue languidly strokes from my opening to my clit, making my back arch as I inhale. “Fuck.”
My hips move in a slow rhythm of their own accord, chasing his lips and tongue as he alternates between sucking, licking, and teasing my opening.
“Holy shit, shit…shit. Enzo!” I scream as I come close but then he stops, and my head shoots off the table.
“If you don’t put your tongue back inside my pussy this minute, I’m going to take that bat to your fucking kneecaps. ”
He fucking chuckles but ever so slowly, his finger slides inside me and my mouth falls open as my eyes roll back.
His finger curls and his tongue flicks my clit two more times before I lose every piece of my sanity and dignity as I convulse, screaming his name.
My muscles shake as I involuntarily clench my thighs around his head, locking him in place but also needing him to stop because I’m so fucking sensitive I can’t even think straight.
When I finally come down from my high, he stands between my open legs, admiring the mess he’s made of me.
He unzips his slacks, unbuttoning them with one hand while sliding a condom out of his pocket with the other.
He squeezes and strokes himself before sliding the condom on.
My heart races and I don’t know whether I should tell him I’m a virgin or let it happen.
Would he turn me down if he knew I was? My virginity isn’t something sacred to me, it’s not something I’ve waited to relinquish to the ‘right one.’ In fact, I could argue the opposite.
Alexey prized my purity as if it was something he owned.
Giving Enzo this piece of me takes power from Alexey.
I’d have done it years ago if I could have found someone brave enough to defy the Pakhan.
“Do you want this?” Enzo asks, his thumb gently stroking the flesh of my inner thigh.
“Yes.” I nod and he pushes into me. My stomach clenches as he meets resistance, not even having the head in yet.
“Relax, baby. You can take me.”
Him and I do not share the same level of confidence in his statement, but I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing all my muscles to relax and as they do, he pushes further. When he does, a painful snap releases deep in my core and my gaze flies to his, wondering if he felt it too.
When his shocked stare lands where we are one, I have my answer. He pulls out, glancing between us, then slides his fingers through my center. He lifts them and a slight smear of bright red coats them.
I bite my lower lip, not sure what to say.
“You’re a virgin?” He doesn’t sound angry, in fact it’s the opposite. It’s primal. As if nothing would have made him happier than knowing he’s the only man who has ever been inside me.
“Was,” I say, wincing and he chuckles darkly.
“What a naughty secret to keep from me, Lucy. The time I could have taken with you…such a shame.” He raises his fingers slick with my arousal and a tinge of red. “Have I earned it?”
My brows crease in confusion before realizing what he means. I nod and watch as he sucks his fingers clean, a deep moan rumbling inside the rage room.
He grips my thighs and massages down to my hips as he gently pushes back into me. One hand holds me in place while the other goes back to torturing my clit. I’m already incredibly sensitive and now, with him filling me slowly, I can hardly take it.
I moan as he leans forward, biting and sucking on my neck, up my jaw and finally latching down onto my lips as he continues to slowly thrust in and out of me while he circles my clit with his slick fingers.
The pain from the glass under me and him taking my virgin pussy speaks to me, calling to the dark side of my mind. I revel the same feeling every time I slice my fingertip on a blade. The pleasure from Enzo’s fingers, from the pressure of him filling me to completion…it’s all too much.
All the sensations have me writhing like a mad woman beneath him. I’m practically whining as I whimper his name, my volume growing as I near the edge.
“I love it when you scream my name, baby. One more time.”
His hips move effortlessly with one last punishing thrust before I’m shattering once again, his name leaving my lips like a prayer. His cock pulses inside me as our lips lock and he moans into my mouth.
When I’m done shaking for the second time, he pulls out and discards the condom on the already messy floor. He tucks himself back into his slacks and I go to sit up, but he pins me down by the shoulder.
He tsks his tongue at me. “You’re a mess.” His palm slaps the back of my thigh. “Scoot.”
I understand his meaning, not the intention, but still, I follow his command, sliding further up the table. I lift my hips slightly, so the glass doesn’t further cut into my skin and then my ass sits in the middle of the table. Enzo leans forward, his torso resting where I was just lying.
He hooks my knees over his shoulder, and I immediately catch onto his intentions.
“No. I can’t do another, Enzo, please.”
I’m too sensitive. This man is going to kill me. Ironic since I was the one meant to do the killing.
“You may be done, baby. But I’m not. If you’re not tapping out, I’m digging in.”
He waits a moment, eyeing me in question and when I don’t tap out, his tongue cleans me from opening to clit once again. He greedily eats me out, as I wiggle, squirm, and scream his name. “Enzo Baby!”
His tongue soothes the tender opening and it takes nothing more than a few seconds before a third orgasm tears through my body. My muscles tremble as he lifts his head, lips glossy with a red tint. He licks them clean and hums. “So fucking sweet.”
I’m ruined.
This man has utterly ruined me.