Chapter 28
ENZO
For someone who claims to have no patience, I have endless amounts when it comes to Jenna.
Being inside her for the first time is an extraordinary experience, but it’s taking every ounce of restraint I possess not to lose control.
Not only is she unbelievably tight, but the expressions and blush on her face are my undoing.
I have fucked so many women, and every single time it was a mindless act to reach a climax that never fully satisfied my needs.
I watch Jenna closely as I keep my thrusts short, pushing her toward her orgasm. I refuse to play with her clit, wanting her to come from my cock alone.
“Enzo,” she moans, her features tightening, and her nails digging into my shoulders.
My woman is close.
I give her another inch of my cock and watch with satisfaction as her lips part and her head tilts back, her body straining and begging for release.
Knowing she’s addicted to my kisses, I take her mouth exactly the way she likes it. Hungry and passionate. I match the strokes of my tongue to my thrusts, and with each one, I go a little deeper.
I keep one arm braced beside her head and move my other hand down, gripping hold of her ass, and when I enter her at a different angle, I finally find the spot I’ve been searching for.
Jenna’s entire body arches from the bed, pressing hard into mine, and I rip my mouth away from hers so I can watch as she comes.
Her swollen lips form a silent O, and her eyebrows draw together, the expression on her beautiful face the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.
Now that she’s ready to take all of me, I no longer hold back, and moving to my knees between her thighs, I grab her by the hips and slam hard into her pussy. My eyes feast on her breasts and how they bounce when I fill her to the hilt.
Then I look down, and seeing her arousal coating my skin and the condom strips me of my self-control. I begin to hammer into her, unable to tear my eyes away from where her tight pussy is taking all of me.
“Enzo!” My woman begins to whimper and moan, and I feel the moment another orgasm hits her, making her inner walls grip the fuck out of my cock.
My pleasure strikes fast and hard, and all I can do is bury myself deep inside her before every muscle in my body strains to snapping point and I’m unable to move.
“Foda-se. Foda-se. Foda-se,” I gasp through the overpowering waves of ecstasy crashing through me, and the way her pussy keeps squeezing my cock just makes the orgasm last longer.
My heart thunders in my chest, and I can only groan to express how fucking amazing my orgasm feels.
The instant the pleasure releases its intense hold on my body, I slump forward, my body pressing Jenna’s into the mattress. I gasp for air as I gather her in my arms.
Jenna wraps her legs around my ass, locking them in place to keep me pinned to her, and I could get drunk on how good every inch of her naked body feels beneath mine.
Once I manage to catch my breath, I can’t stop myself from slowly plunging into her, making residual spasms of pleasure zap through us.
Suddenly, Jenna lets out a chuckle, and I lift my head so I can see her face. The breathtakingly happy smile I see fills me with a satisfaction nothing else could ever give me.
I’m responsible for the post-orgasmic glow on her face.
I made her come three times.
I helped her conquer her demons, and tomorrow I’ll listen to their screams before I erase them from this planet, because no man who hurts the woman I love gets to exist in the same realm as her.
“I love you,” I say, my tone rough from the overwhelming emotions I feel.
Jenna frames my jaw with her hands, and her eyes sparkle like emeralds and sapphires. “I love you, too. So much.” Her smile turns emotional. “I love feeling you inside me.”
“I’ll fuck you every day to make sure you never stop feeling me, meu corac?o.”
She lets out a burst of laughter, her cheeks turning pink. “Okay.”
I left Jenna in Oscar’s care, and just like yesterday, I feel edgy because it’s difficult being away from her.
After Santiago and I arrive at the factory, I check that we have everything we’ll need for today. Three fifteen-inch knives, culinary torches, gasoline, and a fire extinguisher.
Santiago picks up one of the knives and taps his finger against it. “Nice and sharp. It should go in smoothly.”
“Thanks, man,” I hear John say from outside, then he comes in via the side door, and grinning, he walks toward me.
The guard shuts and locks the door behind him.
“Hey, boss. Sorry, I’m late. I stopped at a gas station to get smokes and catch up with an old friend.” He gives Santiago a chin lift. “Didn’t know you’re still here, Mr. Castro.”
I cross my arms over my chest so I don’t reach out and snap the bastard’s neck right off, and I say, “Jenna doesn’t work there anymore.”
Confusion ripples over his face, and his smile falters. “What?”
“You know I don’t like to repeat myself,” I mutter. My eyes flick to Santiago, and I nod, giving him the signal to open the office door.
John shakes his head. “What’s going on, boss?”
“We have a surprise for you,” Santiago answers on my behalf. “Picked up a few of your friends for a little reunion.”
Santiago opens the door, and two guards go in to haul the three men out, one at a time, and line them up in front of the office.
I look from the kneeling men to John. “I know everything.”
John begins to shake his head wildly. “Whatever they told you, it’s a lie. I don’t know these men.”
“Fuck you, JJ,” Wayne shouts before spitting on the floor. “This was all your idea.”
Before the men can get into a shouting match, I hold up my hand and growl, “Shut up.”
Silence falls over the group, and I lock eyes with John for a second before he lowers his head.
“Jenna,” I say through clenched teeth, “told me everything you did to her.” I slowly stalk closer to him until I’m able to grab him behind the neck and yank his face to mine.
“Look at me!” His eyes lift, and I see the fear trembling in his brown irises.
“She told me what you said to her, and it gave me an idea.”
He begins to shake his head again, giving me a pleading look. “I don’t know no Jenna, boss. Whatever–”
My fist connects with his side, and his stale cigarette breath wafts into my face. Letting go of the bastard, I walk to the table and pick up one of the knives.
I hold it out to John. “Here’s how you’re going to pay your dues.” I nod at the blade. “Take it.”
Cautiously, he steps closer and takes the knife from me.
Santiago shoves his foot against Wayne’s back, where he’s kneeling, and it makes the man face-plant into the hard concrete floor. “This fucker first.”
I gesture at Wayne and order John, “Slit his neck and fuck his throat.” All four men look at me as if I’ve lost my mind, and I shrug as I tell John, “It’s the only way to pay your dues.”
“But…” He lets out a weird-sounding chuckle, kinda like a balloon deflating. “I…No.”
I pick up one of the other knives, and while looking at the blade, I say, “Either you slit that bastard’s throat and fuck it, or I will shove this knife up your ass and rape you with it.” I let the anger that’s been festering inside me come to the surface for him to see.
“Why are you doing this?” he asks. “You don’t even know the woman.”
“I love the woman.” My fingers clench around the hilt of the knife as I take calculated steps toward him again.
“Jenna belongs to me, and I will do anything for her. One of those things is avenging the horror you and your friends inflicted on her.” I press the tip of the blade against his stomach.
“You better get going. You only have four hours to fuck your three friends, or the deal is off the table.”
When John’s eyes flick to Wayne, the man starts trying to walk on his knees, but with his tied ankles and wrists, it’s a bit difficult. “Don’t even think about it, JJ,” Wayne shouts. “We’ve been friends since school.”
As John moves toward Wayne, Santiago comes to stand beside me and says, “This is going to turn bloody real fast. I’ll stay so you don’t have to see this part.”
John begins to cut into Wayne’s neck, and the other two men shout and scream as they try to wiggle away from their friends.
I turn my head and look at Santiago, “I’m okay to stay.”
“You sure?” he asks, concern for my mental health on his face.
“Thanks, though,” I say as I nod and pat his back. “I appreciate it, brother.”
As John pulls down the zipper of his pants, Santiago lets out a burst of laughter as he grins at me. “You called me brother. Finally! Took you for fucking ever to accept me as family.”
For the next two hours, John does as he’s told, and by the time he stands breathless and covered in blood between the bodies of his friends, I don’t feel much better. Jenna’s biggest monster is still breathing.
He drops the knife while swaying on his feet, clearly exhausted from having to fight the men as he slit their necks and fucked their throats.
“It didn’t look like you got off during all the fun,” Santiago mentions. “Should we give you more time with the bodies?”
John shakes his head, looking utterly defeated.
I give a chin lift to the guards, and they come to grab John, dragging him over to a table where they forcefully strap him down with chains.
“No! No! You said I just had to pay my dues,” he shouts, terror making his voice high-pitched.
“I lied.” I move closer, and shrugging off my jacket, I order the guards, “Strip him.”
While I roll up my sleeves, Santiago picks up the culinary torch and checks if it works.
“No. Please, boss!”
“Not only did you betray me.” I take the torch from Santiago and move in beside the table. Looking down at John, I growl, “But you brutalized a seventeen-year-old girl. Today, I’m going to show you just how long four hours are when you’re being tortured.”
“I was young and stupid,” he sobs.
Santiago shoves a piece of wood between John’s teeth and says, “Bite down.”
I press the button and let the flame lick at the sole of John’s left foot. His scream is muffled by the wood, and for the next two hours, I take my time, burning patches of his flesh so he doesn’t go into shock, but enough to cause him a world of pain.
When John’s nothing but a pile of sobbing shit, Santiago grabs the gasoline and begins to pour it over John.
“You deserve worse than this, John,” I say as I light a match. “But Jenna is at home, and I hate being away from her.”
I wait for Santiago to step back before I throw the lit match on John, and the next instant flames erupt over his body.
John’s screams are pure agony, and they last longer than I expected from a coward like him.
I watch as he keeps burning until I’m finally satisfied.
When I turn around and walk to the side door, I order the guards, “Burn down the entire factory, then come to the lakehouse. We’re leaving this godforsaken place.”