Bend Me, Daddy

Pulling out the chair to my left at the end of the table, he unbuttoned his jacket and sat down. "I told you." He sighed wearily and rubbed his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. "From me." A muscle twitched on his face, right above the scar from my father's bullet.

"I know what you told me. But if you're so damn worried about me, Enzo, then why do you keep forcing me to be with you? I don't want to be here. I don't want to be with you." Every word caused the ache in the center of my chest to grow sharper, but I wouldn't take them back. "So just let me go." "I tried," he told me. He sounded angry. With me? Or with himself?

"Giving me back to the man I was trying so hard to get away from isn't giving me my freedom. What the hell were you thinking?"

"What was I thinking?" he repeated incredulously. And then his shoulders dropped, and he scrubbed his face with his hands before he said, "I thought if I gave you back to him, I would still know where you are. What was going on with your life. Whereas if I let you go..." he paused, and his eyes caught mine. "I would lose you."

"Well, your reasoning wasn't quite accurate." Standing up, I went to walk past him. "Because you've lost me anyway."

Fast as a striking snake, his hand whipped out and grabbed my wrist.

I glared down at the offending appendage, surprised when there wasn't a drop of blood on it. "Let go of me."

At first, he wouldn't look at me. His fingers tightened almost to the point of pain. When he finally did catch my gaze, the burning intensity in his eyes was such that it made me catch my breath and I almost took a step back. "What would you like me to do?" he asked softly. "Would you like me to beg? Get on my knees and swear my undying love and devotion to you?"

At the word "love," my heart skipped a beat. But I shoved down any empathy I felt for him. "There's nothing you can do, Enzo. It's too late. So let me go."

But instead of doing as I'd asked, he came out of his chair and fell onto his knees at my feet, his hands moving to my waist as he sat back on his heels. His fingers dug into my flesh. "I cannot let you go," he said as his eyes roamed over my hips before dipping down between my legs. "I will never let you go again, Sera."

"I'll hate you if you force me to stay here. You know that."

He tipped his head back and looked up into my eyes, a crazy smile playing about his sensual mouth. "I don't care. You're mine, Sera. And I'll spend the rest of my life doing whatever I have to do to make you happy. I'll give you whatever you want."

"I want to be free of you." It wasn't true. I wanted to be free of the mafia. Free of this world. But I couldn't honestly say I wanted to be free of him. I didn't think I'd ever be completely free of Enzo, no matter how far I ran. I knew in my soul his eyes would haunt me forever.

"Except for that," he said. "I can't give you that."

"So, you'll keep me a prisoner?"

He shook his head. "I don't think it'll have to go that far." His eyes dropped back down to my body as his hands slid up my sides to cup my breasts. "I think you could learn to love me."

And that was just the thing. Despite everything he'd done to me, I think I already did.

I swayed toward him before I could catch myself, not knowing where to put my hands. I wanted to run my fingers through his spiky hair and pull his head toward me until I felt his mouth on my skin, but instead I kept my hands at my sides. They tightened into fists as he gripped my ass and pulled my hips forward.

"Mmmm." His face was between my legs, and he inhaled deep. "I love the way you smell."

A whimper formed in the back of my throat, and I choked it down.

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"I love the way you taste even more," he continued. "There won't be a day that goes by that I don't taste you here."

I realized he was tugging on the waistband of the yoga pants I'd borrowed from Veda, along with the long-sleeved, red and white striped shirt I wore. It reminded me of a candy cane and probably looked great with her blonde hair. Not so much with my pink. But it was soft and it kept me warm. My hands flew to his as my eyes went to the open doorway where Lisa would probably walk in any minute. Or worse, Luca and Veda. "Stop. You have to stop."

"No." His lips were on my skin. He was too strong for me, and my pants came down easily until they were around my thighs. The muscles low in my belly clenched tight as his hands squeezed my hips. "You don't want me to stop." He was right. My body gave absolutely no fucks at all about our past. And the fact that someone could walk in on us at any moment only excited it. I trembled with anticipation as his hands slid around to the front of my hips and his thumbs parted the folds of my pussy, exposing me to his hungry eyes. I was already so wet, and he'd barely fucking touched me.

"Spread your feet wider," he ordered, his eyes never leaving my pussy. "As much as you can."

Black dots danced in front of my eyes, and I sucked in a breath, then eased my feet as far apart as my pants would allow. "Thank you." His voice was low and husky.

I cried out breathlessly as he leaned forward and tasted me, his tongue soft and wet and warm as it swirled around my clit... I'd never felt anything as good as his mouth on me. I allowed myself to enjoy it for a few seconds before I tried to push him away. But he only chuckled, the sound vibrating through me until, instead of trying to get him off of me, my fingers dragged through his spiky hair and gripped it tight.

My eyes closed and my legs shook as sweet tension tightened my inner muscles in waves of pleasure until the only thing keeping me upright was Enzo's strong hands. I knew I should force him to stop. To let me go. Someone could walk in here at any second. But honestly, I didn't want him to. I was close. So fucking close...

Suddenly, his mouth was gone, and cool air hit my exposed sex as his hair was ripped from my fingers. My hands flailed in the air and my eyes popped open, searching the room as my heart galloped in my chest. But no one was there. It was just us. I looked down. Enzo was watching me with eyes that were black with desire, his chest rising and falling with every quick breath, just like mine.

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"Tell me you want to stay with me, and I'll make you come."

"That's not fair," I whispered.

"Say it," he ordered. He still held me with his big hands wrapped around my hips, his thumbs holding me open and exposed. As he waited for my response, he ran the pad of one thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves of my clit. My hips jerked forward as a shock wave of near painful pleasure shot through me, and he smiled. "Tell me."

"It would be a lie." My voice was little more than a whisper.

"Would it?" he asked just as softly.

I stood there, wracked with need, but too damn stubborn to give him what he wanted to hear. "Yes."

"I don't believe you."

I tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let me go. "I don't give a shit what you believe. Let me go."

"No. Now tell me the truth, Sera. Tell me you want to stay with me."

My hands covered his and our gazes clashed. There was nothing but raw desperation in the dark depths, the truth he couldn't hide with his selfcontrolled attitude, and I nearly cried out at the power of it. Unable to speak, I just shook my head. His jaw tightened, and with a growl of hunger, he found me again with his mouth.