“I agree. Fuck me, Enzo. Punish me,” I taunt.
His eyes darken as he tries to read my body. Attempts to give me one last time to choose a different route. He takes a deep breath trying to control his breathing like he controls everything else in his life. But I just offered him the one thing he’s been dying for on a silver platter. And once he starts, he will lose all of his self-control. And the possibility that I willingly fucked another man other than him is driving him mad.
I will hold power. But I will be trading my body to get it.
“Fuck me and find out if I’m telling the truth or if I’m a liar.”
“If I fuck you, it will hurt. The only pleasure you will get is when I make you come but only after you’ve paid your penance,” he says, trying one last attempt to stop me from letting him fuck me.
I grin. This is what I want. A man practically begging me to fuck him. A man whose desire I can feel taking hold of all the air in the room. There is no doubt in my mind how much Enzo wants me—for me. Not because he thinks of me as a whore. He wants my body, but he also wants all of me. His intentions are clear. He wants to fuck and control me. He just doesn’t realize he will be giving me just as much control as he’ll be receiving.
And I want him just as much in return. He’s not like those monsters who held me captive for years. Enzo is beyond attractive. I’ve seen him naked. His body is better than any flawless statue of a Greek God. He has thick muscles, a chiseled jaw, and defined abs. What more could a woman want?
He’s fierce, formidable, and powerful. No one would ever call Enzo weak. And after seeing how he cares about the men he calls family, I’ve never been so turned on by someone who could be so protective of those he loves. Whoever finally steals his heart and persuades him to marry her will be a lucky woman.
“I’m not looking for pleasure; I’m looking for punishment.” I mean every word. Sex will never be pleasurable for me. I’m too fucked up for that. But maybe it can be exciting, thrilling, and dangerous. Maybe with the right man, I can learn to relax enough to enjoy it. And Enzo is the only chance I have of learning to push through it.
My words cut through his dark exterior. And I see a glimpse of the man who is more than a ruthless leader, but the man who is kind, gentle, caring. A man I would love to get to know more, but I never will. After we fuck, we will cement ourselves as enemies with the sexual frustration no longer hanging us down.
“I could make it as pleasurable as you want, Kai. You’ve never been with a man who wants to make it good for you. A man who knows your body better than you know yourself. If I wanted to, you would enjoy every moment of this.”
“But you don’t. You want to hurt and punish me—you’re the same as Jarod.”
His jaw tenses, his hand closes around my throat, and heat pours from his body. “I am nothing like Jarod. I killed that bastard, for you. You should have never been sold to such a heartless man. That was my mistake.”
I still, trying to preserve what little oxygen I have while he tightens on my neck. I will not show fear.
“Your first time after Jarod should be all euphoria. It should be slow and gentle and kind. It should be healing—this won’t be.”
“This isn’t my first time,” I lie.
The promise in his eyes is exactly what I want. This will be rough, and unforgiving.
I try to speak but I can’t. He releases me. “I know. Fuck me, how you’ve always wanted to, Enzo. I need to be punished. I need to be fucked, not made love to with gentle hands in order to forgive myself.” I need this to heal.
He doesn’t give me another chance to change my mind.
He releases me and steps back, while I cough, my throat burning from lack of oxygen and his fingers squeezing my neck.
“Kneel,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. Now that we are doing this, my mind is going a million miles a minute thinking about all the things he could want from me. How he will torture me for almost getting his friend killed.
“Kneel, Kai. If I have to ask you again, you won’t come even after I’m finished punishing you. You will hate me and hate sex, forever. I will ruin you.”
I kneel immediately. This is what I agreed to. Doing whatever he said. Letting him control how and when we fuck.
Trust him. Trust him not to ruin you.
I look up at him with big eyes as he takes a step toward me in his jeans and dark T-shirt. The man he killed’s blood still speckles his clothes.
He undoes his jeans and reaches inside.
Fuck, are we doing this right away? No foreplay? No kisses? Nothing? Just straight to fucking?
He pulls his large, thick cock out. And I stare at his cock eye level to me. I’ve seen him naked numerous times before. But this is different. This time I’m going to have to touch it. It’s going inside my body. And that thought is t
errifying. Because his cock is larger than any man’s I’ve seen before. Not just long, but thick and fat.