Page 19 of Twisted Embrace

How he’d become masterful in pleasing a woman with his fingers was something I’d mull over later, but the dark, dominating, and very threatening man was pushing me close to an orgasm. I was crazed from guilt, impure thoughts driving my mind to a place of total insanity.

My cheeks flamed as the pleasure became utter rapture.

He exhaled deeply, the sound skittering through my bloodstream. When he pressed the full weight of his body over mine, every muscle stiffened. Just the act of brushing hair from my face was by far more intimate than I’d shared with anyone. I moaned through the sheer lace until my throat felt hoarse.

When the asshole leaned over, removing the soaked material, I gasped for air.

“You are trying to ask me something, precious jewel?”

Why the hell was he calling me that?

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, the suffocating feeling remaining in my throat. I doubted I’d get a decent answer.

“Hmmm… You already know a part of the reason, precious jewel, but I’ll give you another just became you asked so nicely. In this world of sabotage and sacrifice, I take what I want.”

The smooth, rich velvet of his tone wrapped around me like the softest blanket.

His words were a statement of fact, as if there wasn’t a court in the world that could argue with him. He changed the angle, rubbing my clit while impaling me with jabbing strokes. Lights flashed in front of my eyes. “You’re terrible.”

“We’ve already established that.”

“I don’t want this.”

“Your body betrays you, your juice soaking my fingers.”

Oh, God. How had this happened? As his actions became more aggressive, drilling into me with rapid fire actions, my mind blanked out entirely. Raw, unwanted ecstasy rushed into me, the treachery of my body capturing my breath as the orgasm created tremors all over me. I buried my face into the comforter, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d broken through at least one barrier. I hated him for it, although the thought seemed childish.

But his words were a stark reminder that as of now, I belonged to him, the deep, rich timbre becoming a rhapsody.

“No. No. No!”

The rush of ecstasy was pure and unconditional, causing vibrant colors to swirl in front of my eyes. I no longer recognized my voice, the strangled sound only issued in rare moments of bliss. He didn’t deserve to hear my exclamation of joy. When I stopped shaking, the fog remaining over my eyes, I could tell by the tone of his voice how pleased he was with himself.

“My precious jewel. We’re just getting started. When I’m finished, you’ll scream out my name.”

CHAPTER 7

Enzo

Valuable.

I owned many valuable items including cars, watches, a yacht, and an art collection worth millions. The woman who was determined to keep the truth from me was by far the most valuable asset in the world at this moment.

If what I’d learned was true, as the once-protected daughter of Igor Petrov, her worth was in the blood running through her veins. With the Pakhan getting older, and no traditional heirs to take over his regime, she could be sold off to another crime syndicate to tighten his hold on New York. Was it possible she’d been sent away to live with another family immediately after she was born?

Yes, a method of keeping her safe from predators. It was also possible that she’d remained sequestered from the family until her value needed to be cashed in, which was why Igor had turned against his brother. Could it be true she had no clue about any of it? Or was it possible she’d been coerced in some manner, her identity finally realized by the Pakhan?

Both remained to be seen.

However, the coincidence that she was blood of the Petrov Empire, the Bratva determined to eradicate any of my family on US soil, wasn’t believable.

I believed in instinct. I’d followed the gut feeling furrowing in the pit of my stomach my entire life. I’d survived because of it, cutting enemies to ribbons after they’d dared issue an attack. I’d reveled in their blood staining the streets of Campana and Napoli, asserting my family’s control with ease. There’d been men who’d challenged me, stupid assholes who’d believed they could get the better of me.

They’d learned after hours of suffering, finally begging to be allowed to succumb to their makers that they’d crossed the wrong man. Even those who dared to defy me with their eyes had quickly learned with a single twist of my wrist, I could render them blind. My brutality had earned me a reputation I’d held proudly.

No one fucked with me who wanted to live.

Then this woman had entered my life, refusing to obey even a single command. Her fighting spirit had left me bloody, my balls aching from the harsh blow she’d been able to issue. The truth was I appreciated, even respected her valiant fight, but in the end, she was no match for me.

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