“And I don’t want to tell you.”
His hand fists in my hair, pulling both of us off the ground. It’s painful, but I’m at peace. “Don’t make me fuck it out of you.”
I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. “Is that a promise?”
A feral groan escapes his lips. He drags me to the sofa, launching me to it. The same thing Luc did, but with Enzo, I like it; it turns me on. I want it, all of it. No, I need it, crave it.
He stands back, watching me. Lust takes over in his eyes, the anger not there, but he is still domineering, in control. “Strip.”
The command is so feral that it makes me wet. Just a look from this man is enough to make me want to turn into an animal, but with Enzo, everything seems possible somehow.
My gaze never leaves his face as I grab the hem of the soft cotton shirt and lift it over my head. An audible groan escapes Enzo as he palms his dick through his pants. “Fuck.”
My tongue darts out, licking my lips, seeing him like that coming undone for me. The rough edge of his voice is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. It’s not just about the primal act of sex, but it’s something more. His desire for me means I’m powerful, and for someone who has had little to no power her entire life, it tastes like freedom. My hands shake as I unbutton the jeans, pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them.
He stalks toward me, like a predator. His face is serious, and to anyone else, he might even look dangerous.
“You’re a fuckin’ work of art.”
I reveal his praise.
“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”
I don’t even think about what I am doing and fall to my knees, ready and willing to do anything for this man. His hand rests at the top of my head for a second before he pets me, the gesture calming.
He then moves his hand down my head, his fingers gliding along my neck before he fists my hair at the base. “You gonna be my good girl or my bad one?”
Enzo has sucked all the oxygen from the room and my reasoning with it. I don’t want to be anything but his, and I want to be owned by every part of him, even the darkness. Looking up, I grin. “Sometimes it’s good to be bad.”
He grabs my chin, tilting my head up as he brings his face close to mine. He roughly kisses my lips before he says, “Yes, it is. Now take out my cock.”
My mouth waters as I slowly work at the button of his jeans. It’s like I’ve lost muscle memory and don’t know how to do the simple task. Frustration races through me and I curse, making Enzo bark out a laugh.
“So greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” He removes my hands and does the buckle himself. When I move my hand to the zipper, he slaps my hand away. “You forgot your manners, principessa.”
I glance at him, confused.
“Thank you. You forgot to say thank you.”
His words annoy me, and I find my tongue again. “I could say thank you, but then I’d have to bite your dick off.”
Enzo’s grin is easy and playful, but his words aren’t. “Try it and see what happens to your teeth.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would dare, princess. I just won’t.”
“What’s the difference?”
A sad smile forms on his lips. “The difference is I like you too much to ever really hurt you.”
I don’t know why liking me would make him sad, but I want to wipe it off his face any way I can. My heart bleeds at the idea of this man hurting. I want no one to make him feel any kind of pain, even if it’s caused by himself. I reach up and pull down the zipper of his pants. “That new?”
Enzo chuckles. “You like it?”
I jump up, moving away from him. “You let some girl touch your dick?”
His chuckles turn into a laugh as he grabs me by the hair, yanking me back to him. “Are you jealous, principessa?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“Why did you get that?”
His eyes peer into mine, his finger trailing up and down my naked arm. “I missed you.”
“So you got your dick pierced?”
“I needed some sort of pain. A physical pain. My buddies beat the shit out of me too, if that soothes your anger in any way. The agony you delivered was unbearable. It’s been over a decade since I’ve hurt like that. I’ve blocked my heart from truly caring until you came around and changed that. I figured getting my dick pierced would hurt like hell and it’d keep my mind off you, at least for a short while. It didn’t work.”