Page 40 of Merciless Oath

I’m acting so crazy. What’s wrong with me?

“You seem… confused,” he finally comments, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“I’m not confused, you buffoon!”

“Okay, okay, calm down.” He smirks, trying to hide his laughter. “No need for such harsh names.”

“I want you,” I try again, wondering why my brain is trying to sabotage me. “All I ever wanted was you.”

“Great.” He laughs, giving me two thumbs up. “I think that’s what I was trying to get across with the kissing and the going down on you, but maybe it got lost in translation?”

“Ugh,” I groan, flopping back onto the bed. “My mind is in a tailspin.”

“Tell me what you need,” he says gently, trying not to pressure me.

“I think I need…”

“Yes?”

“I need…”

“Say it, Lenny,” he whispers, his eyes growing dark and dangerous. A shiver runs through me and my pussy involuntarily clenches, sending tingles throughout my nervous system.

“I want to be fucked hard and fast,” I whisper softly. “No more emotions tonight.”

“Hmmm, I didn’t quite hear you.” He laughs, grinning like the devil. “Can you repeat that louder?”

“Enzo,” I whine, but he doesn’t budge. “I want to be fucked hard and fast!”

He cracks up laughing and heat creeps into my face, knowing I just screamed that loud enough for the entire house to hear.

“Okay, okay, quiet down. We don’t need everyone to hear.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” I pout, turning away from him and his merciless teasing.

“You wouldn’t believe how many people tell me that,” he whispers, suddenly pressed up against my back. I arch my back into him, feeling him hard and ready behind me.

Tonight, I don’t want emotions. I don’t want to think about what this means or feel guilty for using Enzo as a means to escape reality for a bit. I just want to be fucked.

He moans, and it spurs me on. His fingers curl into my hair, pulling me closer. I gasp when he bites my shoulder, dragging his teeth against my skin to my neck.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Just take me.”

In one smooth motion, I’m on my back and Enzo’s sinking into me. No time for formalities or niceties tonight.

His breath is coming hard and fast as his hips thrust at a punishing pace. I cry out from the intense pleasure, and he stills for a moment, concerned.

“Are you…”

I sink my nails into his ass cheeks, pulling him as close as physically possible. He grunts, sinking deeper inside as I moan.

“I need you to not stop,” I pant, silently begging for him to wipe the concern from his face. I don’t want to be delicate right now.

He nods, understanding or at least trying to, and picks up the pace again. The feeling is delicious, exquisite, and I try tocommit it all to memory—just in case he disappears from my life again.

His moans mix with mine as we find a steady rhythm. I try to meet each of his thrusts just as aggressively until we’re both riding the same wave of pleasure, searching for the high that only our bodies intertwined can give us.

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