“Enzo…”
“The burns aren’t all from the fire. It’s how they controlled me. If I didn’t do what they wanted, they’d douse me up in lighter fluid and burn the spot.”
“Jesus, Enzo.”
“Your father is the one who controls it all.”
Her touch leaves my flesh. She might as well burn me herself, because the pain of knowing this moment is the last time she’ll touch me is enough to put me on my knees. “Don’t leave me, Reese.”
My fingers encircle her throat, forcing her onto the bed, the hunger in me desperate to be freed. I should despise her. She’s the daughter of the man who haunts my nightmares, but she’s also the balm that softens my crippled, demented soul. “You can never leave me. I won’t fuckin’ let you.”
I crush my lips to hers. The kiss isn’t gentle. It isn’t kind. It’s the kiss of a man drowning and clasping to the only lifeline he’s ever known. Reese is my salvation, and if I lose her, then I’ll lose the only reason I have to live. “I breathe with you.”
Her fingers tug at my hair, and I take the pain. She’s the only one I will allow to cause it. If she wants it rough, she can have it, because she gives back so much more than any type of physical pain she can take out on my body. I cup her pussy with rough hands and savor her moans against my lips. “You need me to fill your cunt, don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, I pierce her with two fingers, and she screams, head thrashing against a pillow. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I bring them to her lips. “Open up.”
Her lips fall open for me without hesitation, and my cock stiffens. She doesn’t even know what she’s giving me with her trust, that she allows me to degrade her, fuck her, show her every hard facet of my body and take it without complaint. I force my fingers into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, making her gag on them. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
Her lust-filled hooded eyes answer my call when she closes her lips around my digits and sucks all her come off my fingers.
“Who’s are you?”
She doesn’t answer.
I whip my fingers out of her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw, holding her immobile, the trace of her saliva on my fingers now transported to her cheek. “I said, who do you belong to, slut?”
Her nails dig into my shoulder, branding over the burn marks left there years ago. I welcome the sensation, revel in it. I want her marks on me, marks made from passion and desire. Marks that I want replacing all the burned flesh that has incinerated me.
Her teeth tug at my earlobe before she whispers, “I belong to you.”
I shove her legs apart with my knee and pierce her sweet pussy with my cock. “Mine.”
My thrusts are violent, demanding, and she matches them with the same heat. My fingers pull and tug at her nipples, dousing her pleasure with slight pain.“I’m going to use all your holes until you’re too tired to walk straight. I’m gonna own you, heart, body, and soul.”
Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“It’s forever. That’s what it is. You’re mine forever.” I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach. “Ass up, baby. Show me that sexy ass of yours.”
Her knees slide up the bed until she’s on all fours. She’s a vision.
I kiss her cheek. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me until I get my fill.” When she nods, I slap her ass. “What did I say about nodding? You need to say yes.”
“Yes.”
My hands fist her breast, holding on to her, while my dick finds a nice little spot in her cunt. “You need my cock, don’t you, baby? You know what you’re good for… To milk my cock until you have my come leaking out of your tight cunt.”
“Yes. Enzo, please.”
I yank her hair like it’s a horse’s rein. “Yes, baby, beg for my cock like a good little cock slut. Tell me how it’s the only time you feel you’re worth anything. When my cock is in one of your holes.”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
“Oh sweetheart, I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve filled all three of your holes. One down. Two to go.”
She’s at my mercy, and I’m going to destroy her, leaving her desperate for me and no one else. This wave of possessiveness is sick even for me, but I don’t care. I am going to ruin her because somehow she has ruined me.
Chapter Nine
REESE
My hands fist the sheets, but I really wanted to dig my nails into him. The blissful pain of Enzo pulling my hair makes me wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’ve always fantasized about being used like this, wanted it like this, craved it in such a depraved way, like I’m priceless. Some may judge the way Enzo talks to me or how he treats my body during sex, but for me Enzo’s words make me feel special. The more he degrades me, the more I want it. It’s my drug of choice. It’s the fuel in our passion, and I love it.