Chapter 21
She’s sitting there beside me, those wide eyes fixed on me like she finally realizes that I’ve imprinted myself on her—that I won’t ever leave or let her leave me.
Good. It’s about time.
I cut the engine, my hand still clamped on her thigh, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks—marks that say she’s mine.
“Get out,” I say.
She hesitates for a split second, then obeys, stepping into the cool night air. I follow, slamming the door behind me, guiding her up the steps with my hand at the small of her back.
She pauses in the foyer, taking the place in. “Your home is beautiful. It’s like… a fortress.”
“It’s yours,” I growl. “All of it. My bank accounts? Yours. Every cent I’ve scraped together, every investment, every fucking dime—it’s all for you now. My life? Yours to command. To ruin, if you want.”
I don’t wait for her response.
I grab her wrist, pulling her deeper into the house, through the living room with its massive windows overlooking the dark yard. We head for the bedroom—the one where I’ve spent countless nights imagining this exact moment.
Her phone pings, slicing through the tension.
She pulls it from her pocket, glances at the screen, and her expression shifts into panic.
“Who the fuck is that?” I snarl, snatching the phone from her hand.
The name makes my blood boil.
Luke.
That prick she went on a date with. The one who touched what’s mine—even if it was only once.
“Luke?” I repeat.
She stammers something, but I don’t hear it. All I see is red.
“He’s nothing,” I say coldly. “A ghost from your past that I’m erasing right now.”
I back her against the bedroom door. It’s locked—always is. No one gets in here but me.
And now, her.
“Enzo, wait—”
“No waiting.”
I shove the door open and push her inside. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Needed it. Even before I let myself admit it—I was yours. Obsessed. I watched you from across the office.”
Her back hits the edge of the bed. She stumbles, sitting down hard.
I loom over her, unbuttoning my shirt, my hands shaking with the hunger clawing through me.
“I’d go home and jerk off to you,” I continue. “Stroke my cock raw, picturing your mouth around it. One time—fuck—one time I couldn’t stop myself.”
I lean closer.
“I stole your glasses from your desk. Wore them while I came. Imagined your eyes staring up at me. Begging.”
Her eyes widen—but she doesn’t pull away.
That’s my girl.
I yank her blouse open, exposing her tits.
“You’re terrified, aren’t you?” I whisper, biting her earlobe hard enough to draw a gasp. “Good. You should be. Because I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
I shove her back onto the bed, climbing over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. My other hand hikes up her skirt, tearing her panties aside.
“Look at you,” I sneer. “Soaking for the man who’s going to own every inch of you.”
I free my cock from my pants.
No condom. No mercy.
“Say it,” I demand. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m… yours…”
I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt.
Fuck—she’s tight. Hot.
I pull back and slam in again.
“I followed you home once,” I grunt between thrusts. “Touched myself alone in my car.”
The jealousy from that text festers, twists into something darker. I need to burn it out of me.
I release her wrists only to grab her throat, squeezing just enough to steal her breath, her face flushing red.
“Luke could never do this,” I snarl. “He wouldn’t know how to break you open. How to make you crave the pain.”
She moans, hips bucking despite the fear.
I yank out of her suddenly and flip her over, hauling her ass up. She whimpers, confused.
I slap her—once, twice, three times—leaving red welts that bloom beneath my hand.
She arches back, offering herself.
That submission snaps something feral inside me.
I grab the thin leather restraints I’ve kept hidden—the ones I bought months ago while picturing her bound and helpless—and snap them around her wrists, chaining them to the headboard.
She isn’t fazed.
Seems my girl carries the same darkness I do.
I grab the bottle of lube and pour it over her ass, watching it drip down to her pussy. I press two fingers into her tight hole, forcing them deep as she cries out.
“This is what obsession looks like,” I murmur. “I’ve dreamed of filling every part of you. Owning you completely.”
I add a third finger, stretching her roughly. Then I line my cock up and push in slowly—just the head.
Then I thrust forward, burying half my length in one brutal motion.
She screams into the sheets.
The burn is exquisite agony for her.
Pure heaven for me.
I fuck her mercilessly with half my length, knowing I’ll be able to take more with time—but not today.
“Feel that?” I growl. “That’s me carving my name inside you. No one else gets this. Ever.”
My hand snakes forward, pinching her clit, rolling it viciously. Her body locks, clenching as she comes apart.
The sight destroys me.
I unload, hot spurts flooding her until it leaks out around my cock, mixing with the lube in a filthy mess.
“Mine,” I murmur into her hair. “Forever. And if Luke—or anyone else—tries to take you…”
I kiss her temple.
“I’ll bury them.”
It’s time for aftercare.
Not food. Not water. Not yet.
She doesn’t need sustenance.
She needs me.
I roll her onto her stomach, remove the restraints, massage her wrists gently. Then I spread her legs and press my lips to the curve of her ass.
“Forgive me,” I murmur. “I was too rough.”
I clean her with my mouth, slow and thorough, until her moans soften into dazed sounds.
“You are the altar I kneel before,” I whisper. “The fire that consumes me.”
Finally, I pull back and gather her into my arms.
“Give me your phone.”
Too sex-dazed to argue, she hands it over.
I find Luke’s name.
One tap. Blocked.
“No more of this prick,” I say quietly. “Just us.”
She stirs, protests weakly. “Enzo… Luke was just—he didn’t mean—”
I hush her with a finger to her lips.
“Shh, my angel.”
I nuzzle her neck.
“I’m never leaving you. Not for a second. But I’m never letting you leave either. Or seek out another man again.”
I hold her tighter.
“This bed. This house. My arms—they’re your world now.”
A pause.
“Just like you’re my entire universe.”