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Love. It was his way of saying he loved me.

“If you try to leave me, I’ll chain you to my bed,” I cried out.

He groaned, surging into me so fast and hard that I didn’t know where he ended, and I began.

“Only I can touch you,” he growled. “If you want to come, call for me, and I’ll make you come, my little pen pal. You can’t even touch yourself, and if I catch you, I’ll punish you.”

A strangled cry left my throat, my entire body on fire, burning for him and only him. “Enzo!” I shouted.

“Fall for me,mi angelo,” he groaned.

I broke, shattering as I convulsed, my pussy squeezing his cock like a vice as it fluttered. My clit vibrated as ecstasy speared through me, intense andblinding, my vision going white with the sheer force of it.

Enzo roared as he spilled inside me, exploding as hard as I was.

Enzo was the man who inserted himself into my life, giving me no choice as he made his mark. He showed me how fucked up the world really was, and he removed my rose-colored glasses so I could finallyseefor the first time.

I wasn’t sure what the future held for us, but what I did know was that no matter what, the world would end before we’d be apart, and I would always be his pen pal.

28

Enzo

The chill in the air grew sharper, the leaves fell from the trees, and the first snow coated the cold, hard ground. I looked up, watching the flakes fall, coating the outdoor rec area where my fellow prisoners came out once a day for an hour of sunshine.

The walls were high, then fences lined with barbed wire at the top and electric wires discouraging any inmate from scaling them to escape.

A hand clapped my shoulder. “Wasn’t sure you’d make it back, mi amico,” Ludovic exclaimed. “Haven’t seen you in months.”

I shrugged. “You know how the guards like to keep me all tothemselves.”

He snorted, sitting on a bench next to me as I watched the snowflakes line the ground. “How is she?”

“Better,” I admitted. I assigned my personal security detail to Amara, and no one could penetrate their defenses. My family’s on-call doctor made sure she was healing up well before I let him get back to his other patients.

Amara’s divorce went through, and she sold the house that was her prison for years. Mark’s mistress tried to get her hands on his estate, but they weren’t married, and her child was still unborn, with no proof that it was Mark’s.

Amara got her name back, proudly Ms. Roberts again, and she returned to work without issue. It was all over the news that her ex-husband broke in and attacked her, then vanished. He was presumed dead, but she still had a right to everything he left her in the divorce.

Since I came back to prison, we still exchanged daily letters.

She saw her social worker a lot, and I didn’t blame her. She needed to heal from the trauma she just went through, and I was too unskilled in that area. All I could do was hold her, protect her, and fuck her until she begged me to stop.

“That’s good,” Ludovic smiled. “I’ll be sure to pay her a visit once I’m out.”

“Like hell you will,” I snarled, shoving him half-heartedly.

He laughed. “Not like that, man, I got my own girl now.”

“Oh?” I mused. “I love a girl who does charity work.”

He guffawed, smacking me upside the head as I chuckled.

“Break it up, Ricci!” one of the guards snapped.

“We’re just playing,” Ludovic scowled. “Buzzkills, the lot of them.”

“Rec time’s over,” another guard called. “Everybody line up.”

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