Page 35 of The Enforcer

“I guess you’ll never know unless you test what I’m capable of.”

“That’s a very dangerous proposition.”

“One I’m certain a big he-man like you can handle.”

The slight snort sent a thrill through me. “You don’t know me very well. Yet.” He pinched my other nipple, twisting it until the point of true pain.

“Oh.” I closed my eyes, my pussy throbbing in recognition of the hint of agony.

“You now know what will happen if you dare defy me.”

“Why, yes, sir.”

He released his hold, pressing his finger against my nose as an evil reminder.

When he whispered a series of words in Greek, I didn’t bother to ask what they meant. The tone of his voice alone was enough to lull me into an incredible feeling of warmth.

“So beautiful.” As he eased down, pressing more of the weight of his body against mine, I gripped his shoulders. Being able to sink my fingers into his muscles was as scintillating as the man.

The corners of his mouth curled, his eyes like sparkling gems. I could stare at them for hours, losing myself in the depth of them.

I wrapped one leg around his hip, holding him tightly against me. Christos grabbed my knee, lowering his head and growling as he bit my skin.

“Ouch.”

“I thought you craved pain,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Maybe.” In response, I dug the nails of one hand into him while raking those of the other down his chest. I was forced to squeeze my fingers between us.

He took a deep breath before using his strong thigh muscles to lift his pelvis, allowing me access. As soon as I pushed the tip against my pussy lips and pulled my hand free, I wrapped my other leg around him. His devious smile remained as he allowed me to use my legs to pull him closer once again.

As his cock was pulled just inside, the immediate sensations were full of fire. I gasped from the instant ache and the way my pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion. The man was huge. That was the only appropriate word for his massive girth. I sucked in my breath at first, pulling him even closer.

He pressed one hand on the comforter, holding his position on purpose. “You will learn I’ll never allow you to be in control.”

“You’re thinking there’s going to be a next time.”

“I assure you there will be.” He smirked and pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again. The brutal thrust was jarring to my system, but pleasure was right below the surface.

I threw my head back, lifting my back off the bed as I dug my fingers into his forearms. The sensations tearing through me were completely electrified, pulling me into a wave of molten lava. I’d never felt so utterly alive and even on fire.

Every nerve ending was seared, every synapse racing through a series of vibrations.

He planted his hands on either side of me, taking full control as he lifted his torso. The way he was peering down at me was even more possessive than before, yet there was a strange look of softness in his eyes.

The man could never be considered vulnerable, but he had a soft spot for me. The angle was shifted again and I struggled to keep my feet intertwined together. His body was too huge, his legs too massive. I pressed my calves against him, my heartrate increasing far too quickly.

I’d never let go this way, feeling as wild as any beast. It was freeing both mentally and physically. We were breathing hard together, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto mine. As they rolled down the sides of my face, I relished the tickling feeling.

Wicked thoughts continued to flow through my mind. I wanted to be covered in his scent. I wanted his cum dripping off every part of me. Did that make me a wanton woman?

I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out, now gasping to take in enough air.

When his body tensed, I thought he was finished, but he rolled over, forcing me on top. I laughed and pressed both hands on his chest, massaging him.

He shook his head before folding his arms behind him. My, oh, my. He was teasing me again, but offering another taste of his power.

I didn’t waste it, bucking hard against him. I was wild in my actions, moving the bed within seconds. When the headboard hit the wall, he looked up at what I’d done, laughing softly to himself.

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