Twisted Obsession (Underworld Kings)

"I hope you don't like this outfit," Enzo says in a low, feral grunt before ripping the pink material from my body. And then his fingers are inside me. Two digits dip into my core, deep, squelching causing my cheeks to burn. "So fucking wet for me already."

"Enzo, please fuck me," I plead, even though I know it's no use. If he's not ready, I'll have to wait. He doesn't respond, he only taunts me as he finger fucks me while his other hand reaches around my front to circle my clit.

Stars burst behind my lids as pleasure zips through every nerve-ending in my body. I claw at the desk, but there's nothing to hold onto. My thighs shake, my core tenses, and I'm about to leap over the edge when suddenly, a feeling of emptiness slams into me like a freight train.

"What the fuck?" I attempting to turn, to look at Enzo, but he holds me down against the desk and that's when I feel the cool metal as it slices the rest of my leotard until I'm naked before him.

"If you move, you'll get hurt," Enzo informs me, "Stay still, little dancer," he continues, and then it's when my skin tingles with the gentle touch of the tip of his knife. It trails down my spine, as if he's memorizing my body with the weapon that he uses to kill people with.

I should be scared.

I'm not.

He kicks my feet apart, and I lie forward, not moving, not breathing, because I am so focused on how it feels as it moves over me, I can't think about anything else. He toys with me as if I'm a puppet on a string as he trails the blade over the curve of my ass, before dipping between my thighs. The cold steel sending a shiver through me, and when Enzo pulls the blade away, he chuckles.

"Fucking delicious, all those juices dripping over the knife I use to kill with." His voice is barely audible, a whisper filled with animalistic craving. Enzo's free hand tangles in my hair and he brings me to stand, before stepping back and spinning me to face him. "Tongue out." The two words are feral, and I obey instantly.

Gently, he places the wet metal over my tongue, and my flavor bursts on my tongue. The knife drops to the ground with a loud thud, and then Enzo crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue tangling alongside mine as we devour my arousal. His hands make their way to my hips before he grips my ass in a harsh hold before lifting me and placing me on the smooth desktop.

"Spread those pretty legs for me," he coos, his darkened tone causing a shiver of excitement to skitter down my spine.

I look up at him, locking my stare on his before I finally find my voice again. "Fuck me, please, Enzo." I'm a wanton slut for him right now, and I don't care. I'll own it. I'll admit it. And once we're done, I'll bask in it.

Seconds pass before he steps closer and nudges my entrance. The heat of him, the slickness of me, and then he's inside. Deep. Fully seated in my body, and the tension I'd been feeling earlier dissipates when he grips my hips and pulls back, before slamming into me.

It's not gentle.

It's not loving.

But it makes me see stars.

My toes curl with every thrust of his hips. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I know I'll be bruised. My hands tangle around his neck, and I pull him closer. My nails digging into his shoulders as I hold onto him.

Our bodies move effortlessly. As if we were made to fit together. His thick cock stretches me to my limit, but the agonizing pained pleasure is everything I crave. Those dark eyes pierce me, they hold me hostage. A connection I don't want to break.

Enzo releases one side of my hip and brings his hand to my throat. His thumb gently rubbing against my rioting pulse point. And then he squeezes. The tightness of his hold causes my body to pulse and his cock to throb. Everything becomes too much as my lungs struggle to pull in air.

I rake my nails down his back, and he only chuckles when I choke out a plea. His hips piston into me, fucking me, stealing every breath I cannot take, and seconds later, his other hand slides to my clit, and he pinches the hardened nub sending me into orbit.

Chapter 24

Enzo

Stalking through the apartment, I push open Luna's bedroom door and find her still lounging in bed. Last night, I fucked her in my office, then once more in this bed, where she's now lying, holding up her Kindle as she reads.

The moment I step inside, she glances at me and smiles. "Good morning."