Page 59 of Bellini Bound

Getting right in my face, he snarled, “Make no mistake. Next time, I’ll have you fuckingbeggingfor my cock to pound you through the mattress.”

Opening and closing my mouth in a useless attempt to draw in air, I croaked out, “Can’t have. A next time. Unless you have. A first time.”

“Brat,” he spat, loosening his hold.

A corner of my lips tugged up. “What are you gonna do about it?”

He reached a hand between us, and together, we tracked the move, watching as he gripped the base of his shaft.

“Almost looks as if you’re holding back,” I taunted.

Hazel eyes lifted. “If you’re not going to let me do this my way, you can go back to your room right now.”

That threat was enough for me to zip my lips.

Enzo went back to his earlier task, gliding the head of his cock through my slit, and I was fascinated by how effortlessly it moved, coated in my arousal.

When he spoke, his voice came out strained. “This is the fantasy, baby. The bad boy about to ruin the good girl.” Nostrils flaring, he returned to the position that had him poised for entry. “Tell me one last time that you want this.”

I curled my fingers around the back of his neck. “I want this.”

In the next heartbeat, he was inside me.

The sudden intrusion caused a burst of pain, and I couldn’t contain the cry that ripped from my chest. With my eyes squeezed shut, I pantedthrough the burning sensation. Heartbeat drumming in my ears, I was only vaguely aware of Enzo’s hoarse chanting of “fuck” on repeat.

Seemed appropriate.

“Birth control,” he rasped.

“Huh?” Focusing on anything other than the intense stretch was impossible.

A few harsh breaths sounded in my ear. “Birth control. Please tell me you’re on it, because you feel so fucking good I’m not sure I’ll be able to pull out.”

Oh, right. The conversation that people generally hadbeforepenetration occurred.

“Yeah. I’m on the pill.” My hands skated down the bunched muscles of his back until I reached that tight ass of his and gave it a firm squeeze, letting him know without words I was ready for him to move.

He took the hint, giving a fluid roll of his hips that left me gasping, the pain morphing into pleasure, and my nails pierced his skin as I demanded more.

“Never gone bare before,” he grunted, picking up the pace.

While there was no doubt he was far more experienced when it came to sex, there was a comfort in knowing he’d been safe. And it warmed something inside me knowing I’d gotten one of his firsts in exchange for one of mine. Or maybe that was the fire he stoked in my blood with each thrust of his cock between my legs. I couldn’t be sure.

The air was filled with a mixture of moans, throaty groans, and the sharp, slapping sound of skin meeting skin as our bodies crashed together on repeat.

I’d been half-convinced Enzo was trying to scare me off when he declared he was only capable of being rough, but each piston of his hips was jarring enough to rattle my teeth. Fingers dug into the flesh of my hips with brutalforce as he held me in place, and teeth clamped down sharply on my nipples before he reared back to spit into my open mouth.

He was in complete control, ruthlessly dominating my body, and it only drove me higher, the onslaught of pleasure impossible to escape.

“So goddamn tight,” Enzo gritted out, every tendon in his neck pronounced. “So fucking wet you’re dripping down my balls.”

I clung to him, unable to do much more than hold on for dear life as he took me on the ride of a lifetime.

Mindless with the need to come, I couldn’t stop the sob that bubbled up from my chest.

“Please.”

He understood my plea, rising up on his knees so he could place both of my ankles onto his shoulders while he continued to jackhammer into me. The new angle was so deep I saw stars.