Page 26 of The Enforcer's Brat

True to his word, Matteo took his time, working Enzo open with careful, methodical movements. By the time he had three fingers inside him, curling and stretching in all the right ways, Enzo was a writhing mess.

"Please," he babbled, fucking himself back on Matteo's fingers. "I'm ready, I need you inside me, Daddy, please."

Matteo groaned, his control visibly slipping. "Fuck, baby. The things you do to me."

He withdrew his fingers, ignoring Enzo's whine of protest. Enzo watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Matteo slicked up his impressive cock, positioning himself at Enzo's entrance.

"Last chance to back out," Matteo warned, his voice strained.

Enzo wrapped his legs around Matteo's waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me," he demanded. "Make me yours, Daddy."

With a growl, Matteo pushed in, the thick head of his cock breaching Enzo's tight rim. They both groaned at the sensation, Enzo's body stretching to accommodate Matteo's considerable girth.

"So tight," Matteo gritted out, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. "So perfect for me, baby boy."

When Matteo was finally fully seated, he paused, giving Enzo time to adjust. The stretch burned, but in the best possible way. Enzo had never felt so full, so utterly possessed.

"Move," Enzo gasped, rocking his hips. "Please, Daddy, I need..."

Matteo didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had Enzo seeing stars. Each thrust hit Enzo's prostate with unerring accuracy, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

"That's it," Matteo growled, his voice rough with exertion. "Take it, baby. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are."

The filthy words sent heat pooling in Enzo's gut, his neglected cock leaking steadily between their bodies. "Please," he whimpered, not even sure what he was begging for anymore.

Matteo seemed to understand anyway. He shifted his weight, bracing himself on one arm so he could wrap a hand around Enzo's cock. "Come for me," he commanded, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Let me feel you, baby boy."

It was too much. The dual stimulation, combined with Matteo's words and the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, pushed Enzo over the edge. He came with a hoarse cry, spilling hot and messy between their bodies.

The clench of Enzo's muscles triggered Matteo's own release. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, filling Enzo with pulse after pulse of heat.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, both panting and trembling in the aftermath. Then, with infinite care, Matteo eased out of Enzo and collapsed beside him.

Enzo whined at the loss, immediately curling into Matteo's solid warmth. To his surprise, Matteo gathered him close, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

"You did so well for me, baby," Matteo murmured, his voice soft with affection. "So perfect, so good for Daddy."

Enzo preened under the praise, a warm contentment settling in his bones. He felt boneless, utterly wrecked in the best possible way.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, reality slowly began to creep back in. The danger they were in, the uncertain future ahead of them—it all seemed momentarily distant, held at bay by the cocoon of their shared intimacy.

"Matteo?" Enzo mumbled, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"Hmm?"

"What happens now? With us, with everything?"

Matteo was quiet for a long moment, his hand carding gently through Enzo's hair. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and fierce. "Now, we face whatever comes together. I meant what I said before, Enzo. You're mine. And I protect what's mine, no matter what."

The possessiveness in Matteo's tone sent a shiver down Enzo's spine, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. He knew they still had a lot to figure out – the complications of their positions, the dangers that lurked outside these walls. But for now, wrapped in Matteo's arms, Enzo felt safer than he ever had before.

"Yours," he agreed, snuggling closer. "I like the sound of that."

As sleep finally claimed him, Enzo's last coherent thought was that maybe, just maybe, he'd found where he truly belonged. In the arms of a man who saw him for who he really was, who challenged him and protected him in equal measure.

Whatever came next, whatever obstacles they faced, Enzo knew one thing for certain: He and Matteo would face it together. And God help anyone who tried to come between them.

CHAPTER 9

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