Page 41 of Twisted Embrace

As he swept his tongue inside, I sensed a greater urgency. He was claiming me, marking me as his own. He easily dominated my tongue, although I had a feeling I was allowing it to happen, consumed by the intensity of the intimate moment. He shifted one hand to the base of my neck, keeping my head in just the right angle to accept his savage actions. The feel of his hard cock pressed against my stomach kept butterflies swarming, and my mind drifting into a place of ecstasy.

No man had ever kissed me this way, as if through his domination he could tether me to him forever.

When he did break the kiss, I was breathless and lightheaded. He held me in the same position, sliding his lips across my jaw, flicking his tongue against the soft curve of my ear. As he bit down on my earlobe, I clung to him, fearful I’d fall even if I knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. My pulse was racing, a dull echo of my heartbeat thumping in my ears.

“Mio dolce gioiello, ti arrenderai a me anima e corpo,” he whispered. I had no idea what he’d just said to me, but the deepness of his voice and the heated breath as it cascaded down my neck almost made me come.

He spun me around to face the mirror, removing the hindrance of his pants and shoes then kicking my legs wide open. I stared at myself almost in amusement at the way my breasts were hanging over the slender lace of my bra. I looked disheveled, freshly fucked and I bit back a nervous laugh.

That’s because I was.

He gripped my hip with one hand, his fingertips digging into my skin. He raked his other fingers down my spine, leaving me tingling all over. Then he positioned the tip of his cock between my pussy lips, lifting his head so I could see the changing color of his eyes. They were so blue that they were almost black, rimmed in a shimmer of gold. They were mesmerizing, so much so that when he drove his cock inside, I almost didn’t react.

As my muscles stretched, trying to accommodate his tremendous size, I couldn’t hold back the scattered whimpers that had formed in my throat. “What did you say to me?” I dared ask, shuddering when he pulled out, plunging into me again.

“I said my sweet jewel, you will surrender to me body and soul.”

Enzo remained unblinking, his reflection creating a wave of desire and fear, the combination surprisingly appealing. He wanted me afraid of him yet basking in his power.

His actions became even more brutal, slamming me into the counter. I pressed my hands against the glass, using it to balance my body. He was so large that he could do anything he wanted, but I was determined to try to keep some level of control.

The sensations continued to increase, tiny firecrackers going off in every cell and muscle. I was torn between longing for the sweet moment of ecstasy and ignoring my body’s needs. I could swear the man was reading my mind. He shifted the angle, taking me long and slow, rolling onto the balls of his feet. I realized I was losing myself in him.

In the man.

In the monster.

My captor.

“That’s it, sweet jewel. Come for me. I need you to coat my cock with your juice.” His voice was just as controlling as the rest of him, pushing me to the point of no longer being able to hold back.

As a powerful orgasm swept through me, I was still shocked at the way my body responded to his. This wasn’t natural or normal by anyone’s standards.

“Oh. Oh. Yes…” The words left my lips, the moan following fueling the man. He continued driving into me until the electricity was soaring through me to the point I could no longer feel my legs. The climax ebbed and flowed, keeping me fully aroused. I lolled the back of my head against his chest, gasping for breath. He slowed his movement, pressing his hand against my head and keeping me exactly where I was.

“I love the look on your face when you come,” he whispered.

I laughed, dragging my tongue across my parched lips as he let me go, pressing the full weight of his body against mine.

The wry smile on his face forced a scowl on my lips. There was something secretive about the molten fire brimming in his eyes, a knowing that sent a series of goosebumps straight down to my toes. Just looking at him captured my breath, my throat tightening. He pushed himself all the way inside, twisting his hips back and forth. As he leaned over, he placed his hands on mine.

“This is no game, my jewel. That’s something you need to embrace. Because I now own you, every single inch, I will enjoy using every inch of your luscious body.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means, il mio dolce gioiello, that now I fuck you in the ass.”

It took a few seconds for his words to register. I knew I was gawking at him, his eyes ensnaring me. They seemed to be changing colors with every passing second, providing me with a quick glance into his soul. What I saw scared me to death. There was so much turmoil that it frightened me as much for him as it did for me. I could swear the man was soulless, providing me with a glimpse as if issuing another warning.

He didn’t want me to get close.

Maybe he was right in that I shouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to learn the brutal truth.

I had no chance to react and there was no way I’d be able to escape his hold.

Not that I wanted to.

Sweet Jesus. What was I thinking?

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