Page 91 of Kept

Enzo pauses, my arms still tangled as he takes in my bare skin. My cheeks flush with heat.

“I haven’t worked out the underwear yet,” I admit with a breathless laugh, but it dies as his hands close over my breasts.

He’s not gentle, gripping them and pushing them up. My nipples tighten under his eyes, and I struggle to free myself from the tangled shirt as he leans down and seals his mouth over one.

He sucks hard, and my back arches on a gasp as he pulls me into him, his hands sliding under my back and lifting me up to him. My panting fills the air between us as he switches from one to the other, tugging and twisting and drawing until I shove the sweatshirt away and tangle my hands in his dark hair.

“Enzo,” I choke out, and he briefly glances up at me.

“Prey.”

It’s almost a purr, and he returns to my breasts, capturing one nipple gently between his teeth and tugging at it until the pleasure borders on exquisite pain.

When he releases me, I seize the opportunity and pull myself up using his neck, his hands leaving my back as I press my lips against his. They part underneath mine, our breathing mingling as he growls in the back of his throat and pushes me down. His lips don’t leave mine as he plunders my mouth, his tongue tasting every part of me and his hand curling around my throat, holding me in place. His hips push down against mine, and I can feel the hardness there even through our clothes.

I push my hips up in silent question, and he spends another few seconds kissing me before he pulls away. My stomach flexes as he pushes hard, almost bruising kisses against it, sucking at the skin and leaving a trail of little marks behind him until he reaches my jeans and flicks them open, tugging them down my legs.

He leaves them tangled at my ankles, and I cry out as he slides his hand between my legs, pushing at the sensitive flesh and separating it, his thumb moving over the hard bud that sends jolts of pleasure down my spine like liquid lightning.

He alternates between hard strokes and gentle flicks, over and over again, until his hand pressing into my abdomen is the only thing keeping me in place.

My moan is wordless, certain that he’s torturing me as he keeps me carefully balanced on a knife edge. Every time the fire twisting my insides starts to crest, he loosens his touch just enough. “What are you waiting for?” I half snap, half sob.

“He’s waiting for us, princess.”

My head snaps up, my mouth falling open in a gasp as Ryder meets my gaze, his brown eyes hungry as they skate down my body. “W-what are you doing here?”

He raises his eyebrows at me, his tone mischievous but his face hungry as he approaches the bed. “We work as a team, little thief. Choose one, choose all.”

I can barely breathe, my attention split between Enzo, Ryder, and the silent shadow that leans against the wall. A flash of icy blue glints in the low light given off by the lamp. “Maverick?”

His voice is low and gruff. “I don’t like to share, Zella. I like to watch, though.”

I stare with wide eyes as he settles into a chair, and Ryder shucks off his shirt, climbing onto the bed. “You look a little hot and bothered, baby.”

Enzo pulls back again, and I snap my teeth in frustration, pushing my hips upward.

“He’s torturing me,” I groan, and Ryder chuckles.

“That’s what he does best,” he chides. His mouth covers mine, his tongue sweeping along the seam of my lips until I open for him.

“Good girl,” he purrs when he pulls back. “Is she doing as she’s told, Enzo?”

He grunts, and I bite back a cry as his finger dips, circling me somewhere new. “Didn’t have much of a choice.”

Ryder strokes my hair back from my face. “I think you could be such a good girl for us, princess,” he murmurs. My eyes flicker down, to where he’s undoing his trousers. “I think I want to see exactly how good you can be.”

I’m on fire. Flames lick along my arms, my legs, twisting me up into a feverish mess as Enzo pushes a thick finger inside me, and Ryder unzips his trousers. My toes curl as I groan, trying to close my legs against the sweet agony of Enzo pushing up inside me. He shoves my knees open, using his shoulders to stop me from closing them.

“Little prey,” he chides, before he presses his lips to the soft inside of my thigh. His teeth flash, and he bites down gently. “Stay.”

When I still, my chest rising and falling in rasps, he rewards me by sliding his finger in and out, pushing a little more with each small thrust.

The next feels fuller, and my back bows.

“It’s too big,” I choke, and Enzo laughs darkly.

“You’ll get used to it, little prey,” he promises darkly. “Need to get you ready. Ryder.”

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