Page 53 of SINS & Lies

Wet? What? Why would I be.. .

Heat rushes up my neck—embarrassment blurring with shame—as I begin to register the thrum of arousal between my thighs.

I’m not just wet. I’m soaked.

“Answer me,” he demands.

I squeeze shut my eyes. So wet. “No,” I breathe.

A feral moan escapes his chest. “You’ll pay for that lie, Bella.” Slowly, he moves his body beside mine, but doesn’t let go. With nothing but his iron grip around my neck, he’s in total control.

Enzo’s always in control.

“Who do you think you are?”

“You want to know who I am, Bella? I’m your greatest fear. Your worst nightmare. An untamed beast. The devil himself. And the only man who will ever fuck you again.” His eyes darken. “Touch yourself.”

He doesn’t understand what he’s asking of me. How could he? “I can’t.”

He doesn’t ease up. With his other hand, he holds up the vibrator. Did I drop it on the bed? Tears prick at my eyes, burning a trail down my skin as he traces the toy along the swell of my breasts and down between my legs. “I said, touch yourself.”

I can’t do this. All I feel is Jimmy’s disgusting hands between my legs. It’s either you or Riley, Kennedy. Like it was my choice to let him fuck me with whatever he had. His fingers. Dildos. A fucking broom handle. Jimmy’s voice. You or Riley.

“Stop!” I scream.

“Shh.” The shush is a long, slow release of air from a valve. At this point, I breathe again, but barely. I’m scraping at his grip so hard, I have to be drawing blood.

I suck in a breath, my eyes squeezed shut. “Let me go,” I manage to get out before his hold tightens again.

“You came here of your own free will, Bella. That choice was yours. And for the next week, that choice was your last.”

Alarmed, I freeze. “Enzo, please?—”

Lightly, he nudges the vibrator along the swell of my ass. “I’m just resting it here. Reminding you why you need to be good.” Enzo’s gaze lands between my legs. “Pull your panties away. I want to see how wet you are.”

I’m not sure which is more mortifying: me getting off on his choke hold, or him seeing me soaking wet. And, soaking wet in the ugliest, plainest white panties known to man.

Once again, his grip tightens until I see stars. The look in his eyes is so hungry. So dark. “Show me,” he pleads to my lips.

His voice is so coaxing. So soft. I slide a hand down my body, slowly obeying his command until I hook them and pull them aside, letting him see it. See all of me so bare and vulnerable and wet, I can hardly breathe.

His grip eases up. “Beautiful.”

My breaths are fevered as his fingers skate along mine. “Make yourself feel good, Bella.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but part of me wants this. Maybe it’s his tone. The way his nostrils flare, desperate to catch a whiff of me from here. Like he’s grappling for control and might totally lose it all, if only I touch myself.

In this moment, there’s no one else and nothing he wants more. He’s coming totally unglued, and all he’s doing is watching me.

And in some dark corner of my twisted world, I like being watched.

I start slowly, teasing my skin, the swollen bud of my clit. Tracing pleasure up and down as his jaw clenches tight. “Mmm,” he growls low.

My back arches without permission. And the words that come out of my mouth are half delirious, half fuck you. “Is this what you want to see, Mr. D’Angelo?”

“That pretty pussy drips honey and needs to be fucked, Bella.” I sink into his voice, my body reeling with desire until he says, “Rub yourself. Now.”

That’s it, fuck that cunt, you filthy whore.

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