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My momentary hesitation earns me the vibrator being turned on. “Wait,” I gasp, rushing to do as he says. Your hand, whore. Or something else goes inside.

My fingers make pained movements up and down as I bite back tears, desperate to block out his voice—Jimmy’s voice. You’re a slut. Just like your mother.

Enzo nips my neck. Hard. Snapping me back to the present. Air rushes into my lungs, and instantly, I stop.

His gaze pierces mine, igniting shame and fear across my face like wildfire. His fingertips gently graze mine, exerting a soft, subtle pressure.

“This is mine,” he lulls, working a coaxing, sensual cadence that smooths away the rough edges and kills all the pain. “You will worship it. As I will worship it. Now, show me what that sweet pussy needs, Bella.” His kiss is like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. “What you need,” he whispers.

Without my permission, my fingers work in tandem with his. A slow exploration that’s lava against my skin—shame overshadowed by desire.

Lust.

Need.

Want.

My fingers glide up and down, in and out—rubbing, rubbing—erasing the thorns and hurt and pain I’ve felt for so long. Too long.

Cool air hits my breasts, heavy as I feel my blouse being opened, my bra unclasped, and his scruff teasing my naked flesh. His tongue lingers along my skin, and his fingers play in and out of mine.

“Is this what you like, Bella?”

Words escape me. I nibble on my lip, surrendering to the feeling of our touch—his touch.

“You’re so ready, Bella.” I hear him through my detached state—caught between a dream and rising nirvana. “Come for me.” His fingers work me—then mine—thrusting in and out.

So intense. So goddamn good.

When my nipple is sucked hard, the sensation is blinding. My back whips up, arching as the orgasm rips me apart from the inside out.

A cry of ecstasy pierces the air as I shatter like a glass figurine hit by a baseball bat—a million tiny pieces forever changed, breathless.

I’m only half aware of him removing whatever remains of my clothes. Of his mouth sucking each of my fingers, licking them clean, and savoring the taste.

He kisses his way between my legs. His tongue takes one long lick—a match strike against my core that has me gasping for air.

With a guttural growl, his voice reverberates through the air, igniting a rush of goosebumps and conflicting sensations within me. Authoritative and charged, he’s primal. Commanding.

“Again.”

Oh, fuck.

CHAPTER 20

Enzo

Damn this woman.

Kennedy could practically make me come in my pants just by looking at her.

I stare down at her, memorizing every line of her face as she breaks. Her walls crash down so spectacularly that the only things left in their wake are lust and sin.

My eyes trace a path along her heavy tits and pert, pink nipples before soaking in every soft, sculpted curve.

She’s not skinny, thank fuck. But hours of grueling dance moves keep her body toned yet sensual, and her stamina off the charts.

Part of me says to let her rest. Give her a minute to catch her breath. But that trace of arousal in her eyes is enough for me to say fuck that.

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