I needed him. Enzo’s tongue swiped against the seam of my lips. I groaned, trying to push him away and maintain my strong stance, but he wasn’t having it. His hand gripped my cheeks, squeezing them roughly until my lips puckered. Enzo’s tongue slipped inside. I tasted whiskey on his mouth, strong and smooth. Something expensive.

Were you drinking because of me?

My cock throbbed in the confines of my jeans. Every inch of me ached for him. The alarm bells in my head rang. No matter how much I knew I should stay away, I burned for Enzo.

He grabbed my arm, turning me around and shoving me against the brick wall. Cool air tickled the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Enzo’s hands were quick, unfastening my pants and tugging them down my hips. He spread my cheeks. My heart jumped into my throat.

Fight back. Don’t give in to this.

I shoved back against Enzo. He responded by pushing me forward. I grunted, planting my feet as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. No matter how much I wanted him, it didn’t mean I should go through with it. Enzo was a fresh line of coke, temptation on a plate.

“Enzo,” I growled.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. “I’m trying my hardest not to fucking kill you right now.”

Cold sweat etched its way down my spine. There wasn’t a single hint of a lie in his tone. It made me hesitate to move, speak, or even think. Enzo spread my cheeks and spat between them. I pushed away from the wall only to be shoved against it more firmly.

“Did I say move?” Enzo asked. “Keep your ass out.”

My cock jumped. For some reason, I did what I was told. The sound of Enzo’s zipper in the stillness of the alley was loud. He yanked my hips back before I felt the familiar feeling of his cock sliding against the crack of my ass.

My need for him grew hotter every second. The longer I was forced to wait for Enzo to take me only made me more desperate. “What are you doing? Just put it in,” I growled through clenched teeth. “Come on, Enzo. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

His hand wrapped around my throat, but he didn’t squeeze. The wet, slick heat of his cock pressed against my hole. Spit wasn’t the same as lube, but my twisted little heart loved that. I wanted it to hurt, to stretch, to blind all of my senses. I wanted Enzo Vitale to make me feel nothing but his brand of possession and control.

“Fuck!”

Enzo slammed inside of me in one fast, sharp stroke. I grabbed the wall, bracing myself as he thrust inside of me. My knees buckled, and it took everything in me to stay upright. My head swam. I reached between my thighs, shoving a hand around my cock and stroking it as he grunted, bottoming out inside of my hole.