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“Haven’t you done enough? Please don’t make me say it.”
The beast in me wanted to press forward.
It wanted to toss her onto all fours and fuck her from behind. It wanted to feel the burn of her punished skin with each thrust. It wanted to hear her screams. It wanted to give in to the animalistic pleasures the setting inspired.
But the sanity of the man was returning.
It didn’t mean I would settle for less than her complete submission.
I slowly lowered her legs.
She immediately turned onto her side. I curled my body behind her, resting her head on my forearm as I pulled her into my embrace.
Closing my eyes and stifling a groan of pure pleasure as I was rewarded with the hot press of her punished skin against the tops of my thighs.
I reached down and lowered the zipper to my trousers. I pulled out my shaft and fisted it. “You know what is going to happen next?”
She slowly nodded.
I placed the head of my cock at her entrance. It was slick with her arousal.
I pushed into her tight heat and kissed the top of her head, as I tightened my hold on her.
We both knew what this meant.
I thrust harder, anticipating the moment I would release my seed deep inside her womb.
There was no turning back now.
CHAPTER29
BIANCA
He pressed in deep.
Filling me.
Possessing me.
Taking over.
I closed my eyes. Warm tears stung my wind-chapped cheeks.
There would be no chance of escape for me now. I wasn’t sure if there had ever really been one.
With each thrust, I could feel him not only driving deeper into my body, but deeper into my mind, my thoughts, my heart. I could imagine the in sync pounding of our hearts as the beating of a hammer against a blacksmith’s forge hammering the links of the chains that now irretrievably bound me to Enzo.
He was too powerful.
And I didn’t mean his money or his influence or his family.
I meant him.
There was something deeply sick and twisted about wanting to run to the protection of your tormentor’s arms. I was like a moth drawn to a shimmering light, captivated by its radiant beauty, despite knowing that death lingered behind its warm glow.
I couldn’t help myself.
I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt.
