Page 42 of Jordan

“It’s time for dinner,” he grits out, bunching the blankets and tossing them to the floor so I can’t reach them.

“I don’t want to eat, especially if it’s with you!” I shout, turn onto all fours, and crawl for the edge of the bed to get the blankets.

Enzo grabs onto an ankle and pulls me to him at the edge of the bed.

“You trying to tell me something getting into this position?” he asks in a husky tone that reminds me all too well of that night.

“Absolutely not!”

“No? Got me fooled with the way you’re wiggling your ass at me.” A low growling sound leaves his throat.

Fury burns deep in my gut. I drop to my stomach and roll to my back, thrusting my free foot at him as hard as I can. Enzo catches it at the very last moment, which is so infuriating because I wanted to kick him in the chest and watch him struggle to breathe. He grasps both of my ankles tightly, yanking me so hard to him the only thing stopping me from flying off the bed is his body. My legs land on either side of him, his hips slamming right between my legs. He grabs my wrists, taking them in one hand and pressing them into the mattress above my head as he leans over me.

“Let me go!” I shout, bucking my hips to get him off me. His scent invades my nose, causing my body to want to lie still and give in. Let him do what he wants. But no! I am not letting him get what he wants because he smells good. I jerk my body around, but the man is a brick wall. I could try for hours, and he’d never budge, but giving up isn’t an option. I fight him, but all he does is smile down at me as if he’s getting off on this. He presses his weight onto me more, stopping me from moving and making it difficult to breathe.

I scream at the top of my lungs, so loud it burns my throat. He slaps his hand over my mouth so hard my teeth dig into my lips. He grinds his hips against my core slowly, making me feel how hard he is.

This sick fuck is hard!

Don’t like it, Jordan. Don’t like it!

“The only thing that makes me harder than a submissive partner is one who fights me,” he rasps in my ear. He chuckles as he runs his nose up my cheek. “The sooner you realize you will not get your way in my house by throwing tantrums, the better it’ll be for you, angel. Now, if you keep fighting me, I’m going to take it as an invitation. So if you don’t want my cock buried in you so deeply you’ll feel it for days, I suggest you stop. Fucking. Moving.”

I let my body fall still because the last thing I want is for him to bring his dick anywhere near me. The panting, though? Can’t really control that. It’s bad enough his erection is already pressing against my pussy. My pussy that is hot and needy, the traitorous little bitch. He chuckles again, and I hate no matter what, I’m giving him what he wants.

Fighting him? He likes it.

Listening to him? He likes it.

What the hell am I going to do to get this man to realize I’m not the one for him? That he’s better off taking me back home? How am I going to make him regret taking me, like my plan dictates I do?

I suck in sharp breaths through my nose, taking in as much air as my crushed lungs will allow. It isn’t much. Enzo is lying on me completely, and I’m not sure how he hasn’t crushed me yet. He’s a beast of a man!

“I’ve had a long couple of days. I’m tired. We have things to discuss. Now get your ass downstairs to the dining room for dinner, or I’ll remove every bit of fabric in this room and burn it.”

My eyes widen. My stomach rolls, knowing he isn’t joking. I recall the way he pulled me from the tub, carried me through my house, and shoved me into his car. I was naked all the way here, outside in his parking lot, paraded through his house. He told me he did it to prove a point. To make sure I know he follows through. And it worked. What Enzo says, he does.

But it’s just clothes. I can go without clothes, right? I can take anything he gives me, because what do I have to lose?

Nothing. That’s what.

I have nothing.

He lifts his body from me a little and I suck in more air. After a moment or two, my breathing becomes more normal, and my body relaxes.

“See, wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” He drags his nose along my jaw, stopping by my ear. “Such a good little girl for me.”

I grit my teeth, my eyes burning with tears. How the hell can someone I’ve known since I was a child say things like this to me? It’s disgusting!

Yet my body responds to his praise.

My pussy pulses at his words, making me no better than him.

I hate this man. Why does my body react to him like this? It shouldn’t.

I am the one in control. I’m the one who makes decisions for me. Why is it when Enzo is around, it’s like my mind and my body are two separate entities? Why can he say things and I just do them? Like he has a direct line to my brain and calls all the shots? It’s entirely unfair!

“We’re going to get up now and go down to dinner together, aren’t we, angel?”