Chapter 6 #3
“I hope so. I want him to watch me fuck you,” Enzo said as he dragged his hand down my arched back while the other hand popped up my hips.
He rubbed himself between my legs, pressing his heat against me before grabbing my hips and surging inside me.
I gasped as he filled me. No amount of my own lubrication could have prepared me for his size.
With a forceful thrust of his hips, he pushed himself deeper.
I could feel him at the very depths of me, pressing until he couldn’t get even a centimeter further.
The pain came in waves as he pulled far enough away to come back with a harder slam of his hips.
My breasts rubbed against the smooth glass, and the man outside adjusted the front of his pants.
I looked away as Enzo pinned me harder, pressing my face against the window.
I held back moans despite the intensity.
It felt like he was ripping me in two, as he promised he would.
The skin between my legs heated up as it begged for a break from the rhythmic, strong thrusts.
I bit my lip harder to keep moans at bay as the sound of skin slapping against skin became almost melodic.
“Don’t you dare come,” he commanded against my ear.
“I won’t,” I hissed, though I worried he’d make a liar out of me.
An overwhelming feeling of being full engulfed me, and I reached my hand back and put it on his hip. “Time out,” I said as he stopped.
He throbbed and felt even bigger just resting inside me. He pulled out, his cock dripping with my excitement. “You have one minute.” He smirked. “About the time it takes you to get your ass up on one of those tables over there so I can really show you what pain is.”
With shaky breaths, I walked to one of the metal tables and pulled myself onto it.
The feel of the cold metal beneath my ass caused my skin to prickle.
Enzo took his time walking over to me, giving a moment for the throbbing inside me to calm before I took him again.
He leaned over and spit on my pussy, and the warm rush of saliva made me jolt.
He palmed me as he smeared his spit between my legs.
It made me feel like a whore. His whore.
Enzo grabbed the base of his cock, giving it a few long strokes as he stared at me with a hunger my body mimicked.
He rubbed himself against me before surging inside my pussy once more.
I looked down at him, filling me and spreading me almost to my limits.
My back arched with the contrasting feelings of pleasure and pain, and I lay back on the table.
He hooked his hands around my thighs and tugged me toward the edge, grinding his hips into me, rubbing against my swollen, sensitive clit. I rocked my hips against him.
“I told you, you can’t come,” he growled, firmly grasping my hips and immobilizing my movement.
Selfish prick.
I released a frustrated moan as his rhythm increased in tempo and intensity. By now, the pain pretty much stopped existing as a separate entity from the pleasure swirling within me.
He leaned over me, driving me into the table. “I can tell you’re going to come,” he said with a frustrated furrow of his brows.
“I’m not trying to!” I clenched my teeth.
He gripped himself and pulled out as my spasms nearly became too much for my body to handle. The pressure within me released, and I could hear the sound of liquid saturating the tiles beneath us.
“Well, fuck,” Enzo said as he dabbed at the front of his slacks. “I can’t allow shit like this.” He leaned over me, and with an annoyed slap of my cheek, he whispered in my ear. “Change of plans. I’ll make you come until you’re begging me to stop.”
He surged back inside me, putting weight on my pelvis as drove into me with deep, quick thrusts.
The spasms reappeared almost instantly, and he pulled out in time to let me explode against him, sending more of my come dripping to the floor.
He did it again and again until my body was rigid and tense with exhaustion.
Even my jaw throbbed from the writhing strain.
I put my hand down and blocked my uncomfortably sensitive clit.
“I told you. You’re going to come until it hurts,” he said as he ripped my hand away.
He leaned into me and grinded his hips instead of thrusting.
The circular motion gave me spasms so strong I cried out.
The heat and friction rubbed me until I came again, still stuffed with his cock.
My body trembled as I tried to push him away, too sensitive to keep going, but he pinned my wrists above my head and continued to grind against me.
“Please, I can’t do it anymore,” I pleaded. I never thought I’d tap out from orgasms. The pleasure warped into discomfort as it ravished my body and flooded my senses.
“Is that so?” A sly smile crossed his face as he continued to move his hips against mine. “I think by the time I bust, I’ll force you to come one more time for me.”
Enzo began to thrust again with shallow and quick movements.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck to steady my trembling body, and he thrust in a new upward position.
Just when I thought there was absolutely nothing left to saturate the ground, he pulled out enough to let a final gush of liquid pour out of me.
“Oh, good girl,” he whispered as he pushed deep inside me again.
The sloshing sound of wetness between us intensified. He growled against my shoulder as his thrusts slowed and grew unsteady. His hands gripped my hips roughly as he came.
Enzo stayed inside me until his come began to seep around him. He pulled out and pulled up his boxers. He tossed my dress at me. “Clean it up.” He shifted his weight and crossed his arms.
“With this?” I looked at him in disbelief. This dress was one of my favorites, and I didn’t enjoy the idea of having it dry cleaned with the proof of my escapade smeared all over the front. I tried to turn the fabric inside out, but he stopped me.
“Ah ah, I want him to see what I did to his daughter,” Enzo said as he wiped a hand through the fine hair of his beard.
He snatched my dress from my hands and rubbed the front of it between my legs.
“Wear my mark proudly when you return home,” he said as he threw my dress back at me. “Like a good girl.”
My stomach was tight, and my thighs quivered from my orgasm.
I clenched them together as I closed the book and bathed in the remnants of a world I could never imagine living within.
A seductive place with danger lurking in every corner, where hatred made for better sex.
Hate fucking. The buildup of a raw and visceral rage.
Despising someone so much that the only way to keep from blowing up was to release that frustration through sex.
Enemies to lovers was my fucking favorite because of it.
I didn't care how or why they were enemies, I just wanted them to solve their problems by fucking.
I wanted them to fuck until they stopped hating each other and realized the explosion of emotions was from love after all.
Explosiveness. That's what I wanted. What I needed.
An animalistic, jealous reaction that made nothing else matter besides being inside me and claiming me as their own.
I wanted my pussy to be where the beat of a panicked lover's heart could be soothed.
I wanted to feel the combustible line between hate and love, two of the most dangerous emotions we could ever have.
I wanted the danger.