Bend Me, Daddy

Serafina My body went hot and cold as he prowled toward me like some kind of beautiful nightmare. His dark eyes were focused in on mine, and they burned with so many emotions I didn't know how he kept from spontaneously combusting. I saw now why he hid behind those dark glasses. Everything he felt-every want, every need, every fear, every raw desire-showed themselves in those eyes. They hid nothing from me. Internally, he was on fire. And what he burned for right now was

me.

And it both excited and terrified me all at once.

I didn't know if it was all the whiskey he'd had that night or if he was always like this, but I tried again to get through to him. "Enzo, please. Don't do this." How I'd ever thought it was a good idea to give my virginity to this man, I didn't know. I was terrified of unleashing all of that burning energy inside of him on my innocent body. And I was afraid to tell him how innocent I actually was for fear that it would only excite him more. "Please. Let's talk about this. I'm sure we can work something out."

"We're done talking, Sera. I made you an offer."

"One I didn't accept."

He stopped so close to me that if I took a deep breath, my breasts would touch his chest, but there was nowhere else for me to go. I swallowed hard as his eyes traveled over my face, from my hairline to my chin, before they finally narrowed on mine. "It's the only offer you're going to receive from me. And it wasn't really up for debate."

"That's not an offer at all if you won't accept my decision not to take it. It's a demand. Which makes you no better than my father." I took shallow breaths, trying to ignore the way his scent surrounded me. He smelled like trees under the moon, cloaked by mist. My pulse raced, making me lightheaded, and nerves fluttered in my stomach.

But other things were happening lower.

I flinched when he raised his hand toward me, but he only wrapped one of my pigtails around his fingers. "Such a sweet little thing," he murmured. "Ever since I first saw you, I've imagined what you would look like on your knees, this perfect mouth stuffed with my cock. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Enzo, please." I kept my voice low and quiet, hoping to calm the beast within him. "Don't do this."

His eyes traveled over my face, and I thought for a moment that I was getting through to him. But then he wrapped his other hand in my hair and forced my head down until I had no choice but to sit on the bed. It was that, or have my face scrape down the front of his shirt and pants. Once I was sitting, he released my hair and removed his shirt, revealing powerful shoulders and arms, with tattoos on the left side over his pec and shoulder and down his arm. My eyes wandered along slabs of hard muscle that rippled down his flat stomach to the "V" that dipped between his hips. Then he undid his slacks, pushing them down his hips, along with his black boxer briefs until his long, thick cock was free. A thick vein ran along the underside, and I had the sudden urge to run my tongue along it until I reached the swollen, purplish head.

His hands were gentle as they smoothed my hair and cupped my cheeks. "I can't get you out of my fucking head, Sera. Trust me, I've tried."

A surprising shock of jealousy whipped through me, heating my blood. What did that mean? He tried? How? With who? I had my answer with his next words.

"Do you know how many times a day I find myself locked in a bathroom fucking my fist until my cock is raw because all I can see is you in that fucking excuse for a dress you wore when you showed up at my door?" He laughed, but it was an ugly sound. "But this shit you're wearing tonight... yeah... you just gave me a new fucking fantasy to obsess over." He paused, and I could feel the weight of tension around us. Electric currents pulling us together even as we both tried to fight it. "I gotta get you out of my system, baby girl. You're too distracting. And it's dangerous for me to be distracted. Not just for me, but for the man I work for."

He gripped himself in his one hand, breathing hard as he slid his fist up and down its thick length. My lips parted as I watched. I couldn't seem to get enough air.

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A tear slid down my cheek even as the deep muscles of my womb tightened and released, sending a rush of moisture between my thighs. I wasn't completely ignorant about sex. In this day and age, it would be ridiculous for anyone to make it into their mid-twenties without exploring that side of themselves. I saw movies. I had the internet. I'd explored myself in the darkness of my bedroom at night. But I'd never had the opportunity to be this intimate with another person. It was... intoxicating.

I slid off the bed and landed on my knees in front of him. Despite my body's reaction to what he was doing, I didn't want to do this. Not because I wasn't attracted to him. I mean, fucking look at him. But because he wasn't giving me a choice. However, I was afraid of what he would do if I kept refusing him. Would he hit me? Rape me? Jade told me he'd never done those things to her. But she'd also never told him no.

I turned my face away. This was not the way I ever imagined my first sexual experience would go. And maybe I was naive and making more of the situation than what it was, but if he wanted me to suck him off, he would have to put that gun to my head.

"Put me in your mouth, Sera," he growled.