Page 29 of The Enforcer's Brat

"Crystal," Enzo agreed quickly, trying to contain his excitement. "I won't let you down, I promise."

Matteo's expression softened. He reached out, cupping Enzo's face in his large hands. "I know you won't, baby," he murmured. "You've already proven how capable you are. Just... be careful, okay? I can't lose you."

The raw emotion in Matteo's voice made Enzo's breath catch. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to Matteo's. "You won't lose me," he promised. "We're in this together, remember?"

Matteo nodded, then pulled Enzo into a deep, passionate kiss. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily.

"We should get some rest," Matteo said, his voice rough with desire. "Tomorrow's going to be a long day."

Enzo pouted, pressing closer to Matteo's solid warmth. "But Daddy," he whined playfully, "I thought you were going to give me what I was asking for earlier. If I was very good."

A low growl rumbled in Matteo's chest. "Brat," he muttered, but there was no heat in the word. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

Before Enzo could retort, Matteo's hand shot out, gripping the back of Enzo's neck firmly. "You want to play, brat?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Fine. Let's play."

In one swift motion, Matteo spun Enzo around and bent him over the kitchen counter. Enzo gasped, the cool marble a shock against his heated skin. He felt Matteo press against him from behind, the older man's arousal evident through their clothes.

"Daddy," Enzo whined, wiggling his hips provocatively. "Please..."

Matteo's hand came down hard on Enzo's ass, the sharp crack echoing in the kitchen. "Ah ah," he chided. "Greedy boys don't get what they want. They get what they need."

Enzo bit back a moan, his cock hardening at Matteo's words. This was new territory for them—rougher, more intense than before. It sent a thrill of excitement and nervousness through him.

"What do you think you need, baby boy?" Matteo purred, his breath hot against Enzo's ear. "A spanking for your bratty behavior? Or maybe I should edge you all night, teach you some patience?"

Enzo whimpered, torn between pushing back for more and melting into submission. "Whatever you want, Daddy," he breathed. "I'm yours."

Matteo hummed approvingly. "Good answer. But I think you can do better." His hand slid around to Enzo's front, palming his erection through his jeans. "Beg for it, baby. Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to you."

The command sent heat flooding through Enzo's body. He'd never been one for begging before, had always been too proud. But with Matteo, he found himself wanting to submit, to please.

"Please, Daddy," Enzo gasped, pushing into Matteo's touch. "Want you to use me, make me yours. Spank me, fuck me, anything. Just... please."

Matteo growled, the sound sending shivers down Enzo's spine. "That's my good boy," he praised. "So pretty when you beg. Gonna wreck you, baby. Make you forget your own name."

With that, Matteo yanked Enzo's pants down, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The first spank came without warning, harder than before. Enzo cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure flooding his system.

"Count," Matteo ordered. "And thank me for each one."

What followed was a haze of stinging pain and burning pleasure. Enzo lost count somewhere around fifteen, reduced to incoherent whimpers and pleas. His ass felt like it was on fire, but his cock was harder than it had ever been.

When Matteo finally stopped, Enzo was a trembling mess. He felt Matteo's hands, gentle now, soothing over his heated skin.

"You did so well, baby," Matteo murmured. "So perfect for Daddy. Do you think you've earned my cock now?"

"Yes," Enzo gasped. "Please, Daddy. Need you inside me."

Matteo chuckled darkly. "Such a needy little slut. But you've been so good, how can I say no?"

The sound of a zipper being lowered made Enzo's breath hitch. He felt the blunt head of Matteo's cock pressing against his entrance, slick with lube. When had Matteo even gotten that?

"Ready, baby boy?" Matteo asked, his voice strained with restrained desire.

"Yes," Enzo breathed. "Please, Daddy. Make me yours."

With one smooth thrust, Matteo buried himself to the hilt. Enzo cried out, the stretch and burn exquisite. It was too much and not enough all at once.

"Fuck," Matteo groaned. "So tight, so perfect for me."

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