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That wouldn’t have mattered to someone like that. They would have snatched him up off the streets and sold him anyhow, whether he wanted it or not. They would have done it already if I hadn’t come along and claimed Enzo first.
Another piece fell into place. “Your dad is involved in this, too, isn’t he.”
“I don’t know for sure,” Enzo said. “I think so. I think he must have found out, and now he’s trying to collect the money for me.”
“I don’t want you ever talking to him again,” I said. “Even if he is your father.”
“I’m fine with that,” Enzo said, sounding gloomy. “I can’t believe I got myself into this mess.”
“I can’t believe it either,” I said. “You could have been seriously hurt.” He still might be in danger. I would have to see if I could find out more about Rick Deluca, including what it would take to get him to leave Enzo alone permanently.
As if I didn’t already have too many things on my plate.
“You realize I can’t let this go without punishment, don’t you,” I said, back in my shiny, new Dom persona. If Enzo needed me to be this person to keep him out of serious trouble, then I would do it.
“Yes, Master,” he said, trying to look penitent but looking excited instead.
The little fantasy I’d developed over the last few weeks niggled at the back of my mind again. I grinned at him, then surged forward, manhandling Enzo over the back edge of the tub so his hips were lifted out of the water. There was no time like the present to make a point.
“You are mine, omega,” I growled, slotting myself into place behind him and pushing his hips wider with my thighs. “What is it going to take for me to show you that you belong to me and me alone? I bought you, and I’m not selling you or giving you away. Ever.”
It was lucky that the bathtub was partly sunk into the floor and that it had a wide, tiled ledge around it on all sides. That made it easier to bend Enzo forward instead of smashing him into the wall. It was also lucky that someone had placed a padded bath cushion against that side of the tub. That way, Enzo’s belly wouldn’t slam up against the hard edge of the tile as I clamped my arm around him and shoved hard into his tight hole.
He cried out in surprise as I pushed hard past his ring of muscle. His body wasn’t exactly ready for my invasion, but he went wet with slick after the first few thrusts.
“Mine,” I growled as I pounded into him. “My omega, mine!”
Enzo made every sort of wild, sexy, pleading, fake scared sound I could have hoped for as I fucked him. We could pretend it was a punishment for his rash actions before we’d met, but that wasn’t kidding anyone. He loved being taken that way, I could tell. His body went limp, but better than that, the bond that had been flirting between the two of us for weeks coiled tighter and took on a more substantial form.
“Mine, mine, mine,” I gasped as I started to come, emptying forcefully into him.
“Yes, yes,” Enzo grunted in time to my thrusts. “Yes, Master.”
His cries took on a whole new intensity as he started to come, too. I felt so proud and powerful that I thrust harder until my balls were empty of everything they had. Then I sighed heavily and sank back into the still-warm water, my sweet, reckless, wonderful omega in my arms.
“Never do anything like that again,” I panted as we settled into the water, my body wrapped around his.
“Never,” he repeated. “I’m yours now.”
I smiled and squeezed him tight. He was absolutely mine now, but I could see I was going to have to keep things spicy between us to stop him from getting restless.
I had no problem with that.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Enzo
By the time the next day dawned, I was almost convinced that everything was right with the world and I didn’t have to worry anymore. It was Christmas Eve, the supper was that night, and once Mr. Wythe saw how successful and useful the expanded event was, he would be happy and feel secure. All of the Wythes would reconcile and have a fantastic Christmas.
At least, those were the dreams that floated through my head in the morning hours, as I drifted out of sleep in my alpha’s arms, still feeling a little sore in the best of ways from the night before. Shawn had really knocked my socks off, and our bond had strengthened to the point where it might have been an actual bond now.
And then the alarm clock went off.
“Whaaa?” Shawn asked blearily, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. As soon as he looked at it, he hissed and sat up with a jerk. “I set it for the wrong time. I set it for nine instead of six.”
“It’s nine o’clock?” I asked scrambling to sit up with him. The room was lighter than it should have been, but between the blackout curtains and the fact that the sun rose so late at this time of year, it was perfectly understandable that we would oversleep. Especially considering how cozy we were.
“We need to get going,” Shawn said, throwing off the bedcovers and launching himself out of bed. “We’re supposed to be at the Pullman Center right now. You’d better believe Dad and Papa are already there. There’s so much to do before people start arriving this afternoon.”
