Page 48 of SINS & Temptation

My uncle’s daily reminders—that I now have two days left with Kennedy—only fuel my imagination for destroying his empire in more creative ways.

I glance over, my eyes tracing the sensuous curve of Kennedy’s hip, the dip to her waist, and up to the most breathtaking breasts I’ve ever seen.

A small whimper escapes her throat, her brow pinching tight as her entire body jolts. The more her monsters chase her, the more rage rises to the surface, burning holes through my restraint.

Until my hands encase both her wrists, flinging her arms over her head, my knees between her legs, prying them wide.

She wakes with a start, blinking away the fog of sleep, breathing hard. “Enzo?”

“Nightmares?”

Confused, she nods slowly, tears welling up. Her small arms struggle to free themselves from my grip. “What are you doing?”

I drag my cheek across her breast, letting my rough stubble scrape against her soft skin. Her back arches, and she fights so little that I know her mind is warring with her body. “Destroying them. The more they return, the harder your little body will endure my wrath.”

“Wrath?” Panic flashes over her expression, and her struggle amps up, though not by much. “I can’t control what I dream.” Her hips thrust up, her resistance smearing wetness across my skin.

I nip her breast hard, eliciting a sound that is a perfect blend of a frightened cry and a breathless moan. “And I can’t control how much pleasure I’ll take in punishing you.”

There’s a fight in her eyes—a blazing fire. A decent man would want to extinguish it, smother it with gentle kisses and tender caresses. But me?

I wanted to douse it in kerosene and watch it burn.

The stiff peaks of her breasts are so tight, they can cut glass. A strangled cry escapes her lips as my teeth scrape against her perfect skin, marking her.

When her hips buck against me again, I flip her onto her stomach, resting my cock between her cheeks. Instantly, she freezes. And I know exactly what she’s thinking. There’s no chance in hell of fitting this into her tight little hole.

Slowly, I let that thought sink in, pressing my length against her, making sure she feels every inch of my cock rubbing up and down between her cheeks.

“Enzo?” Her voice comes out timid and full of fear.

I fist her hair, forcing her head to twist and face me. “My dirty girl’s sweet little ass needs my wrath. Needs to be fucked. Doesn’t it, Bella?”

A faint squeak escapes her throat. I know she can’t take me. Not yet. Because of her nightmares—the men who break in and out of her mind against her will—I want a pound of flesh.

I need her on her knees.

I force her around, positioning her on all fours, head at my crotch, ass within arms reach. I wrap her hair around my fist as I slap her ass. “Doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasps, breathless and trembling.

“With what?” I demand, rubbing her pussy and smearing wetness up to her hole. And fuck, she’s drenched. “The choice of punishment is yours. How I punish you is mine.”

I half expect her to say my finger—her smallest option by a long shot. So it surprises me when, out of those pouty little lips, comes a single word: “Titan.”

Holy shit.

I lick the back of her neck. A shiver runs down her spine. “Will you take your punishment like a good girl? Take two big dicks at once?”

She hesitates, her mouth quivering in that shy way that tells me she’s still fighting her own urges.

I spank her again, harder this time, and plunge two fingers deep inside her, thrusting in and out. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she moans, and my brain explodes.

“Yes, what?” I demand.

“Please, Mr. D’Angelo. Please fuck my pussy and ass. Make me take two dicks at once.”

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