Page 10 of Enforcer

ALYSSA

Anything that I want? Those are words a girl could get used to. Dante’s piercings spear through my body, creating a storm that’s about to lay waste to me entirely. Nothing has ever felt like this. No man has ever commanded my body this way, made me feel as though I was going to come and cry all in the same instance. There’s a heavy emotion bleeding into my chest, and I don’t understand it one bit.

Like he’s carving me open with each deep thrust of his cock, peeling back all the hardened layers so that he can learn me. It feels fucking terrifying. I wouldn’t say I like feeling vulnerable.

His hand reaches around the front of me, pulling my hand off my clit, replacing it with his.

“Let me, minaccia,” he growls into my ear, and all the hair on my body stands on end.

“Dante,” I plead, my belly burning low and heady, my body racing for climax.

I don’t want this to end. This can’t end.

I’m not the girl who runs off into the sunset with a man. I’m the one who will never see him again, even if my soul goes through a period of withdrawal from the loss of his touch.

“I know, minaccia, you’re going to come for me. It’s going to be the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt, too,” he teases, and I know his words are about to ring true.

“Don’t come inside me,” I pant, and I close my eyes, not allowing myself to look into the mirror I’m facing to see disappointment or hurt on his face staring back at me.

His other hand wraps around my throat, however, and my eyes fly open, boring into him as he bends his knees and fucks me from a new angle, still thrumming my clit from behind with his tattooed hand.

His left hand holds me hostage as his mouth drops open. “Fuck, you shouldn’t feel this goddamned good, minaccia.”

God, I want to know what that word means.

There’s a feeling building in me, however, one that says once I learn the meaning, it’ll haunt me forever.

Like the ghost of this moment hanging over me for the rest of eternity.

Like a curse.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. Don’t stop,” I manage as he tightens his hand on my throat, and we both lock eyes in the mirror.

“Hurry, minaccia,” he begs, his eyes growing worried the closer my orgasm dances to his.

I break, shattering like a window blown out by the pressure of a tornado, screaming through my orgasm as Brynne walks into the room, spots the two of us, eyes going wide before she turns and rushes back out of the room.

I can't think about it, however. Dante pulls out of me, spins me around and shoves me to my knees.

Only his cock is out. He’s in slacks, a button-up shirt, and a holster for two guns strapped around his massive shoulders.

His tattoos are alluring and dark against his tan skin, and as he jacks his cock toward spilling, I lean forward and open my mouth to capture each drop of this man’s essence. If I only have one moment with him, one time, I want everything he has to offer me.

“Here it comes, minaccia. Get every drop,” he grunts, thrusting forward as his strokes change and his dick empties on my tongue, some pulses hitting the back of my throat as I swallow his musky flavor down.

I moan, and he leans forward as he continues to spurt cum into my mouth, his left hand gripping the sink. I swear I hear it creak under his hold.

“Fucking fuck, motherfucker,” he hisses, spewing incoherent curse words as he’s undone.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and my pussy throbs in a jealous little flutter at being empty.

I’m on birth control, but I never let them finish in me. I don’t let anyone mark me like that. I never will. It’s something that makes me feel like I’m still in control.

Even if it’s only an illusion.

I’m licking my lips as his eyes clear, and he looks down at me. His hand works the last drop of cum out of his softening dick, and he drops down and rubs it across my tongue slowly. I eat it up.

I close my lips, savoring the hint of him still on my breath as he rubs his thumb across my lips. “Fuck, look at you. You’re perfect.”

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