Does It Hurt?: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

“I’m clean, too,” he says gruffly. “Now, take them off,” he demands, nodding at his shorts. 

My limbs are buzzing with relief, making them feel numb as I hook my thumbs into his waistband and pull them down as far as I can reach. He kicks them the rest of the way off, and my eyes widen when he sits up on his knees.

He’s not just long but incredibly thick, with veins threading throughout the length.

“Absolutely not,” I say, shaking my head. “No. No way. I change my fucking mind.” I point at it. “That will puncture a lung.”

He raises his eyebrows, a hint of amusement mixing with the lust in his hazel orbs. 

“Just the tip, remember?” he reminds darkly, mirth in his eyes. He’s not amused enough to free his dimples, but it sends my heart scattering anyway.

I eye him, radiating nervous energy as he plucks at the two bows on either side of my bottoms, freeing me completely. Then, he grips me by the waist and pulls me against his chest. I curl my weak legs around him and loop my arms around his neck, inhaling sharply when I feel his cock brush against me.

Sliding a hand between the valley of my breasts and up my throat, he grips the underside of my jaw and swipes a thumb across my bottom lip.

“I can’t wait to prove you right,” he rasps, sending another tidal wave of shivers skittering throughout my body.

But I’m having trouble processing his words through the thick cloud of lust. “What…?” I breathe, the word ending on a whimper when he nips that sensitive spot right below my ear.

“Just the tip. That’s all you get.”

I bite my lip, both excited and disappointed. I don’t need to take this any further to know I’m going to crave all of him, and even then, I’m not sure it’ll be enough. 

“You’re going to make me beg again, aren’t you?” I ask. He pulls back just enough to ensnare my eyes with his own, desire swirling in them like a pit of snakes.

“No, bella, I’m going to make you take it from me. If you want a predator to submit to you, then you need to be stronger.”

He leans forward, brushing his lips along the column of my neck, eliciting sparks of electricity. “So, if you want every inch of my cock filling up your sweet, little pussy, then you better make sure you can handle me.”

In lieu of an answer, I reach between us, my hand circling around his dick. His teeth clench, the muscle thrumming in his jaw. It looks on the verge of bursting, and the moment I feel the head slide along my slit, I know I’m not far behind.

His hands are on my hips and jerking me down, brimming with impatience and hunger. I gasp, shuddering as the tip of his cock fills me, though it’s not nearly enough. He stops me there, and when I try to seat myself further, he resists, his grip turning punishing on my hips.

“That’s all you get,” he reminds me in a hushed voice, a mocking lilt to his tone.

Fine. If he wants to play this game, then I’ll fucking play.

I lean forward, prepared to brush my lips against his, but he turns his head.

“You don’t get to kiss me,” he warns.

Cheater.

The rejection stings, but I don’t let it deter me. So I slide my lips against his jawline and trail my hands down his chest, reveling in the feel of his tense muscles. His body is something to be worshiped, and it’s torture knowing I only get one night.

“It seems you have forgotten that you need more of me to come, but I don’t need you,” I say in a hushed tone.

Then, I’m gripping him by the throat and shoving him down until his back lies flat on the stone, dislodging his firm hold on my waist. His head hangs over the edge of the pool, and he stares up at me with utter astonishment, but I’m already straightening my spine.

My hands rove down my body, slowly and sensually, ensnaring his wild gaze like a magnet snapping to its counterpart. 

So easy.

When my fingers brush over my sensitive clit, I moan and tilt my head back slightly, showing him just how good I feel. 

A growl forms deep in his chest, but he doesn’t scare me. Strength doesn’t only reside in our muscles but in our minds, too. And men—theirs are so easy to bend. 

I circle my hips, reminding him of what he’s missing, rubbing my clit harder. My other hand ascends back up to my breast, squeezing tightly as I work to get myself off.

“Fuck,” he curses breathlessly. Once more, his hands are on my hips, gradually tightening.

“Oh, Enzo,” I moan, and his grip loosens, whether in surprise or because he went slack from lust, doesn’t matter. I seat myself entirely onto his cock, biting back a yelp of pain. 

His outburst brings a slight grin to my face, the sound a mixture of a roar and a groan. I pant, my face twisting while my body adjusts to his size. Despite how wet and turned on I am, it doesn’t abate the burn.

“Does it hurt, bella?”

“You’re so big,” I choke. Thunder reverberates through his chest, and I think he’s becoming unhinged.

“And you’re going to fucking take it,” he snarls.

Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I readjust my position. I plant my feet on the stone and spread my legs wide, as if I’m crouching over him. His eyes glaze over while I balance myself on his rigid stomach.

With this new angle, he will see just how well I can take him. 

Then, I rise up to the tip and slam back down on him, causing his head to drop back, the water grazing his hair. A cry leaves my throat, only this time, it doesn’t hurt.

“Yes,” he encourages, lifting his head once more. “Fuck me just like that, good girl.”

My eyes threaten to find a new home in the back of my skull when I repeat the movement, finding a steady pace that sends trembles rolling down my spine. If this man were my kingdom, I’d sit on this throne for fucking eternity.

Gnashing his teeth, he rises to lean on one elbow while his other hand grips the back of my neck and pulls me into him. It creates the perfect amount of friction between his pelvis and my clit, and a gargled moan leaves my lips in response.

“That’s it,” he purrs. “Just like that, bella. Cazzo, quanto mi fai godere.”

I’ve no idea what that means, but Jesus, the way he speaks should be illegal—it’s fucking heart-attack-inducing. I draw up and slam down again, over and over, until a cyclone is forming in the pit of my stomach. 

It doesn’t take long before he’s pumping his hips and meeting my thrusts in earnest. His mouth hangs open, with his brows pinched and eyes locked between our thighs. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be fucking sad to see it go.

“Come here,” he rasps. Hand still gripping my nape, he pulls me down until I’m lying flat on his chest, and my knees are tucked into his sides. 

He bends his legs and plants his feet on the stone. For a moment, he pauses. My mouth is suspended over his, still being held hostage from the hand on my neck as he peers up at me with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Are you ready?” 

No. “Yes,” I whisper.

There’s a slight knowing curl to his lips, and before I can find any victory in bringing out a half-ass smile, he’s grabbing my hips and burying himself inside of me. 

My eyes pop open, a gasp leaving my lips from the new angle, any victory quickly forgotten.

Of course, he gives me no reprieve. Instead, he anchors my hips down as he fucks me. My hand slaps on the wet rock to brace myself, a staccato cry bouncing off the hollow cave walls.

Hot breath fans across the shell of my ear as his lips tease the sensitive skin. “Still think you can handle me?” he asks, voice tight and uneven from exertion and pleasure.

God, no.

Except I can’t get a word out edgewise, the orgasm churning low in my stomach growing more demanding.

“You know what I think? You take me so fucking good. But I want to see how good you take me after you’ve been coming around my cock for hours.”

I wouldn’t survive that.

My moans slowly bleed into screams, and the rock floor is beginning to tear into my knees, but the pain only intensifies the pleasure.

One of his hands dives into my hair, fisting my curls tightly and forcing my head back. His teeth clamp down on my neck a moment later, wringing another cry from my lips.

Stars form in my vision, and I’m so fucking close to exploding all over again.

“Enzo,” I plead. 

“Lift up,” he orders. I listen, straightening my spine and seeking balance on his abs once more. 

“Touch yourself, bella. Rub your clit and let me feel how tight your pussy gets when you come.”

He continues to pump inside me while my hand drifts to the apex of my thighs, finding my clit and rubbing firmly. My head kicks back, his name falling from my lips as if he’s the one touching me.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, he flattens one of his palms on my pelvis and applies firm pressure. My spine nearly collapses again, unprepared for the onslaught of sensation. I can feel him so much more intensely, and once more, it creates that feeling of needing to release my bladder.

“Oh my God, Enzo, I’m going to come again,” I pant.

A growl rumbles in the depths of his chest, sending shivers rolling down my spine from its carnality.

“My name and God’s don’t belong in the same sentence, bella,” he rasps, his voice as rough as the rock below us. “One is holy, and the other is depraved.”

He curls his fingers past my lips with his free hand and hooks them around my bottom teeth, pulling my unfocused stare to his, a snarl on his face.

“Guess which one I am?”

A strangled cry is my only response as the orgasm slams through me. I erupt, my teeth biting into his flesh and my vision blackening from the powerful waves rolling inside me. He lifts me off him long enough to relieve the pressure, liquid pouring onto his stomach as I convulse.

It would be embarrassing if I had the capacity to feel anything past the euphoria.

Then, with his free hand, he guides me back down, driving inside of me and reigniting the bliss to almost painful levels while keeping his fingers firmly crooked over my teeth.

My body trembles as his thrusts quicken, feeling him swell inside me. Then, his head tips back, his strong throat working a groan out of his mouth as he explodes alongside me. He stills, the veins roping throughout his hands, arms, and neck thicken as he vibrates beneath me. 

Still riding out the waves, I grind against him, pulling out another savage growl and causing him to lift his eyes back to me, an inferno blazing within. 

“Fuck, keep milking every last drop. You can have it all, baby. You only have to take it.” 

He pulls me toward him further by my jaw, like reeling in a fish on a hook. I’m drooling around him, but it only seems to throw fuel on the fire raging in his eyes. I rest my hands on his broad shoulders, both hating and loving how tiny my hands look compared to him. 

His eyes drift to my mouth for a brief moment, almost as if he’s contemplating kissing me.

But he doesn’t. He only stares into my eyes as we come down from our high, creating one of the most intense experiences of my life. I’ve never had a man stare at me the way Enzo does. It feels like he’s throwing me onto a table, taking a scalpel to my flesh, and slicing me open to see my blackened soul bared for him.

Finally, he releases me, and I just barely clamp my mouth shut in time, catching the drool before it drips onto his face. I bite my lip, relishing in the way his nostrils flare as he watches me.

He doesn’t shy away from my gaze, although I can’t say the same for myself. It feels too intimate—too probing. Like maybe if he stares long enough, he’ll see that I’m the worst person he could’ve given himself to.

I look away, curling my lips into a lighthearted grin.

“That was…”

“Don’t insult me by condensing what that was down into a single word,” he cuts in, his deep voice hoarse.

“Okay,” I say simply, rolling off him and shuddering from the feel of his cum coating the inside of my thighs. Another thing that feels too intimate. “I won’t then.”

“Good.”

He’s still staring at me, and my flight instincts are beginning to kick in.

“Come home with me,” he says as if sensing that. 

Normally, I feel relieved when I’m invited into their house, but this time, I feel nothing but sadness. The worst part is—it’s not enough to stop me. It’s not enough to override my desperation to survive.

“I’d be happy to.”