“Enzo, what’s wrong with you?” I asked. My stomach clenched, and I realized the truth. I was worried about him. “Are you losing your mind or some— Shit!”

He didn’t say a word. Every move Enzo made was deliberate and rough, like he wanted to tear me apart. Something wet slipped between my cheeks. I glanced over my shoulder. Enzo held a bottle of something, squeezing it between my cheeks with a determined look on his face. I peered closer and saw aloe vera. He’s so serious.

“You’re freaking me out a little.”

Enzo rubbed his cock against my hole and grunted as he slammed inside of me. I saw stars. My knees tried to buckle, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and kept me in place as he began to rock inside of me. His breath feathered against my ear.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

Flutters erupted throughout my body. He’d said that when we were downstairs, that I was his. An anxious ball of energy twisted through me. I’d thought it was a spur-of-the-moment, my cock belongs in your mouth, mine. But glancing back at him, seeing that dark look in his eyes, I wasn’t so sure. Was he really trying to claim me?

No, no way in hell. This is the last time I’m doing this.

It was easy enough to say that, but with Enzo pounding inside of me and his deep, growling groans echoing in my ears, it was hard to believe it. No one had ever felt so good. It was like his cock was made for me, perfectly equipped to push me over the edge and keep me crawling back for more.

“Fuck, I can’t take this,” Enzo groaned.

I reached between my thighs and stroked my cock. “Then cum inside of me,” I said, immediately wanting to slap myself. But I want it. “Fill me up, Enzo.”

He pushed inside of me deeper, rubbing against my prostate. My eyes rolled up. It felt like Enzo’s hands were everywhere all at once. Nails scraped down my back, fingers tugged at my pierced nipples, teeth dragged over my shoulder. Enzo was on another planet, his face taking on a dusty shade of pink as he reveled in using my ass.

I shivered as I gazed at him. Feeling him inside of me without a barrier between us was so much more intoxicating. The more he thrust, the more my head became foggy. Some stupid part of me thought about experiencing this all the time. Having someone who couldn’t keep their hands off of me, someone who would be obsessed with me until the end of time.

It’s too good to be true.

My stomach dropped, and I felt the panic starting to rise. I needed to escape. But I was too far gone, and so was Enzo. He turned my head when I tried to look away, holding my gaze as his lips parted. It was like he wanted to say something. However, he sealed his lips, grabbed my wrist and fucked me like he was never going to see me again.