Page 42 of Twisted Embrace

He pulled out, pressing the tip against my virgin asshole and I tensed, biting back a moan. His eyes narrowed, the tight clench of his jaw one of the most enticing aspects about him.

“Relax, Joy. It will hurt only for a little while.” He issued the statement as if by doing so it would make the situation palatable. I wasn’t a kinky girl. All the wild stories I’d spewed while drinking wine with Lucia and Marla were passages I’d read in the romance novels that kept me company during long nights of loneliness.

He pushed an inch inside then another. My mind was pitched into a surreal moment as my muscles stretched. When I whimpered, he cracked his hand against my bottom, the smack sharp enough I yelped. That was the moment he pushed past the tight ring of muscle. The pain was strangely over in a few seconds. He brought his hand down twice more, which forced me to concentrate on the spanking, not that he was filling my ass with his huge cock.

“Oh, that is…”

The way he tugged hair from my neck was strangely intimate, as endearing as he’d been tender when cleaning my knees. Maybe that’s why I’d allowed my guard to fall, his unexpected care driving the thick armor I’d placed around myself away.

His cock was throbbing and as he slipped another inch or so inside, I closed my eyes. He breathed into my ear, setting my skin on fire, his low, husky growls keeping my nipples fully aroused.

When he was fully seated inside, he pulled my hands to the counter, wrapping his large fingers around mine. I shuddered in his hold, bucking hard against him. The hint of anguish all but faded, the sensitivity of the nerve endings unlike anything I’d ever felt. A series of moans escaped my throat, my eyelids closed as he murmured into my ear in Italian. The sensuality of what we were doing, the raw filth was so amazing that stars floated in front of my eyes.

He pulled almost all the way out, gently sliding into me again, grinding his hips as he allowed my muscles to become used to the thickness.

“So tight, my jewel. So perfect.”

I felt my eyelids flutter open as the heat from our bodies became insufferable in the small bathroom. As a single bead of perspiration slipped down from my forehead, I almost laughed seeing the steam from our wet breath fogging the mirror. My mouth was dry, my heart racing and as he pulled out once again, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to remain gentle any longer.

I was right. He thrust deep inside several times, issuing one guttural sound after another. I wiped my hand through the steam, longing to see the expression on his face. I was exhausted, still electrified even though my muscles were tense.

“Yes, you are all mine.”

I wasn’t going to argue with the words said in the heat of passion, but I would set him straight. Somehow. Some way.

The brutal fucking continued, every inch of my body aching. I scratched the mirror, laughing nervously. He refused to stop, his hips grinding into me. Every few seconds he cracked his hand against my bottom and I relished the combination of pain and pleasure, the beautiful bliss unlike anything I’d experienced before. When I finally sensed he was ready to let go, I took a deep breath and squeezed my muscles.

Enzo’s body jerked several times, his growls becoming louder. Then as he released, he threw his head back and I dropped mine. The moment was far too powerful. Seconds later, I dared gaze into the mirror, wiping away the steam.

His expression shifted from one of satisfaction to something much darker. He unfastened my bra, another gentle action as he removed it surprising me.

After tossing it aside, he cupped my breast with his other hand, pinching my nipple as he’d done before. The look in his eyes was even more possessive, so much so I held my breath.

“There is something you need to understand, Joy. You made the mistake of falling into the lair of a predator. Whether you’re innocent or not no longer matters. What does is the fact I now own you. Two weeks from now, you and I are to be married. You will enjoy the power and respect of all those around you because of the Lazarro name. However, if you ever allow another man to touch you, then you’ll be required to watch them suffer for their sins.”

To say I was stunned wouldn’t capture my feelings in the least. I was floored to the point I couldn’t blink or breathe. My thoughts were jumbled, my tongue tied. I continued to stare at him in the mirror, studying his twisted expression. When he backed away, grabbing his trousers and leaving the room, I finally let the heated breath escape.

The thought of being married to him was reprehensible. No, it was unacceptable. For some reason, a small part of my mind had thought he would be my savior, keeping me safe from a family I didn’t know or want. The tiny bit of closeness I’d felt before faded away as all fantasies did. He wasn’t just a bad boy that I could tame. He was pure evil dressed in Armani and Gucci.

But that didn’t mean I would ever allow him to control my life. I grabbed a bath towel, wrapping it around me, still shaking all over as I returned to the main room. He was making drinks in plastic cups as if this was nothing more than a filthy adventure we were on instead of running for our lives.

“I will not marry you.”

True to form, he remained the silent brooding type, stirring the drinks with his finger then walking slowly in my direction. “You don’t have a choice.” He cocked his head, allowing his gaze to fall all the way to my painted toes. The man had just fucked me with raw passion, giving a part of himself to me. Now he stood like the killer he was, inspecting his prize. “Take the drink, Joy. We both need one.”

I jerked it from his hand, spilling a portion on my own hand. “I do have a choice. This isn’t two hundred years ago. You can’t just force me into a marriage I don’t want.”

He towered over me and in my bare feet, I felt not only small but more vulnerable than I’d ever been in my life. The attraction remained but it was being edged out by the hatred I’d forged into a tidy package. At least that would help keep me immune to his charms. I had to play this differently. I could no longer be hysterical or petulant. If I ever wanted to escape and live my life the way I wanted, I’d need to gain his trust.

And play his game.

I could easily do that. I was an excellent actress in the face of adversity. He had no idea the skills I’d amassed over the years.

“I don’t think you’re embracing the reality of the situation,” he said more in passing than anything. “But you are right in that you have a choice. You can choose either death or marriage. It’s entirely up to you.”

The sickest thing about the conversation was that he was being serious. He believed the only way I’d stay alive was by taking his last name. Maybe somewhere inside I knew he was right. After almost being gunned down twice in one day, I wasn’t foolish enough to think it wouldn’t happen again. “What’s in it for me?”

He seemed confused by my question, his brow hitching. “You mean other than protection?”

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