“How what?” I choke out, his thrusts becoming more savage.
“Tell me how you can fuck me so easily knowing that you’ve stolen from me.”
My eyes widen, and though my body turns solid stone, he doesn’t stop rolling his hips.
He knows. He’s known this whole time. And I walked right into his trap like an idiot.
“It’s like you’re fucking begging for me to break you.”
A whimper breaks through the constrictive barrier his hand is creating around my windpipe, and my hands fly to his, clawing at them to release me. He doesn’t stop thrusting, and despite the terror beginning to take over, I’m still on the precipice of coming.
“You want to draw blood, baby?” he breathes, forcing my head back until his lips are poised over mine.
“I can do worse,” he whispers, rolling his hips again, his cock hitting a spot that has my eyes threatening to roll. I force them ahead, desperately trying to bring myself away from oblivion, but he’s making it impossible when he hits…fuck,when he hits that spot there.
“Let me go,” I wheeze, scraping my nails harder.
“I said I’d give you a kiss for coming with me, didn’t I? Unlike you, I’m not a fucking liar.”
And just as the last word slips from his mouth, his teeth clamp onto my bottom lip and bite.Hard.
I squeal, thrashing against him as copper fills my mouth. This isn’t a fuckingkiss. It feels like he’s trying to sever my goddamn lip from my face. He rips himself away, breathing heavily, my blood smeared across his chin.
I’m gasping for breath, terror constricting my chest from the feral look on his face. He’s fucking scaring me, and as his eyes zero in on my bleeding lip, I have a sick feeling he hasn’t even begun to truly scare me yet.
“Such a pretty sight, to see you bleed for me,” he rasps. “I don’t think I’m the only thing that’ll love it, though.”
Before his words can be processed, he’s forcing my head down. Immediately, his intentions become clear. My eyes widen as a horror unlike anything I’ve ever felt grabs ahold of me. Of my heart, my lungs, my entire fucking being.
“No, no,no, NO…”I scream, fighting like my life depends on it because my lifedoesdepend on it.
“You wanted to be a shark expert, baby girl? You wanted to take that from me? Then you gotta learn how to fucking swim with them.”
My pleas are cut off as he finally pushes my head into the water. My eyes open, immediately burning from the salt, but I hardly notice. Not when I see the blood from my lip swirling within the seawater.
The water where two massive great white sharks are lurking.
I desperately thrash against him, feeling like the predator in the water is going to come up any second and bite me. Meanwhile, Enzo continues to move inside me, his other hand bruising on my hip.
Just when my vision begins to blacken, he’s lifting my head up, and I suck in a harsh breath, my eyes wide with hysteria. Still, he roughly fucks me while I heave in precious oxygen.
“The taste of you is fucking addicting, I must admit,” he purrs in my ear. “Let them taste you, too, baby.”
“Wait,” I choke, the word overpowered by a wet cough. My nails score into his thighs, but I can feel him beginning to push my head back down. “Wait!”
All I can manage is another scream before he’s shoving my head back underwater.
My heart is beating erratically, and I thrash in his hold again but only achieve drowning myself faster. Water fills my lungs, andoh God, I feel the pulse of water moving. Like something massive is heading right toward me—and fast, too.
For the second time, he’s pulling me out of the water, and I’m immediately heaving in air, choking on it, and hacking up water.
A sob bursts from my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks and mixing with the water pouring down my face from my drenched hair.
“Enzo! P-please, don’t let them—”
“Don’t worry, baby, they’re not the ones you should be afraid of.”
Before I can get another word out, he’s forcing me back down again. My eyes snap open, and this time Idosee something move beneath the surface. It’s blurry, but it’s fast. And it’s shooting up from the depths of the ocean, aiming straight for me.