Page 20 of The Enforcer's Brat

Enzo moved without conscious thought, drawn to Matteo like a moth to a flame. He stopped just out of arm's reach, pulse pounding in his ears.

"You've been pushing me all week," Matteo said, his voice dangerously soft. "Testing my limits, seeing how far you could go before I snapped. Why?"

Enzo swallowed hard, caught off guard by the directness of the question. "I... I don't know," he stammered.

Matteo's eyes flashed. "Don't lie to me, Enzo. Not tonight. Tell me the truth."

The command in Matteo's tone broke something loose in Enzo's chest. "Because I want you," he blurted out. "Because I'm tired of pretending I don't. Because I'm sick of you looking at me like you want to devour me whole and then acting like nothing happened."

For a long moment, Matteo just stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then, with deliberate slowness, he set down his glass and closed the distance between them.

"Is that what you want?" Matteo growled, his voice low and dangerous. "For me to devour you?"

Enzo nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His entire body thrummed with need, every nerve ending on high alert.

Matteo's hand came up to cup Enzo's jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You have no idea what you're asking for, brat. No idea what I'm capable of."

"Then show me," Enzo challenged, tilting his chin up defiantly.

With a growl that sent shivers down Enzo's spine, Matteo surged forward, claiming Enzo's mouth in a bruising kiss. It was nothing like their first, tentative encounter on the couch. This was all teeth and tongue, a clash of wills as much as a joining of bodies.

Enzo gave as good as he got, tangling his fingers in Matteo's hair and pulling him closer. He'd dreamed of this for weeks, imagined it a thousand different ways. But nothing could have prepared him for the reality of Matteo's hands on his body, Matteo's taste on his tongue.

When they finally broke apart, both panting for air, Matteo's eyes were dark with hunger. "Last chance to back out," he warned, his voice rough. "If we do this, there's no going back. You'll be mine, completely. To do with as I please."

The possessiveness in Matteo's tone sent a thrill through Enzo. "Yes," he breathed. "Please, Matteo. I want it. I want you."

With a growl that was more animal than human, Matteo hoisted Enzo up, hands gripping his thighs. Enzo wrapped his legs around Matteo's waist, gasping at the friction as their bodies pressed together.

Matteo carried him to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He tossed Enzo onto the bed, looming over him with predatory intent.

"Strip," Matteo commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Enzo complied eagerly, shimmying out of his clothes with clumsy haste. When he was finally naked, spread out on the sheets, he looked up to find Matteo watching him with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"Beautiful," Matteo murmured, his eyes raking over Enzo's form. "Fucking perfect."

He stripped off his own shirt, revealing a torso sculpted by years of hard work and harder living. Enzo's mouth went dry at the sight, his cock twitching with interest.

Matteo crawled onto the bed, covering Enzo's body with his own. The skin-to-skin contact was electric, sending sparks skittering along Enzo's nerve endings.

"Tell me what you want," Matteo growled, nipping at Enzo's throat. "Tell me how to please you, baby."

Enzo whimpered, overwhelmed by sensation and the weight of Matteo's words. "I... I want you to take control," he gasped out. "Want you to make me yours, make me feel it."

A dark chuckle rumbled through Matteo's chest. "Oh, you'll feel it alright. I'm going to wreck you, baby boy. Ruin you for anyone else."

The pet name sent a shiver down Enzo's spine. He'd never been one for submission, had always fought tooth and nail against anyone trying to control him. But with Matteo, he found himself craving it, aching to give himself over completely.

Matteo's hands roamed Enzo's body, rough and possessive. He pinched a nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from Enzo. "So responsive," Matteo purred. "Such a good boy for Daddy."

Enzo's cock twitched at the word, a needy whine escaping his throat. "Please," he begged, not entirely sure what he was asking for.

"Shh," Matteo soothed, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to Enzo's forehead. "Daddy's got you. Just let go, baby. Let me take care of you."

With that, Matteo began working his way down Enzo's body, leaving a trail of bites and kisses in his wake. When he reached Enzo's cock, angry red and leaking against his stomach, he paused.

"Look at you," Matteo murmured, his breath hot against Enzo's sensitive skin. "So hard for me, so desperate. Tell me what you need, baby boy."

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