Capture Me

MILA CRAWFORD

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Author Notes

This book is dark and has trigger warnings. Please read at your own risk.

Triggers Include, Degradation Kink, Child Abuse (this is in the past).

For all those who like to flirt with the dark side.

Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Follow Me

Introduction

There once was a boy who was trapped by a monster.

He lived a life in flames and learned to forge himself within the fire.

The boy grew to be a man that craved nothing more than violence and vengeance.

He never expected to capture the dark haired beauty who had managed to lodge herself in the deepest,

darkest parts of his black heart.

Now he must decide between showing his scars to beauty or remaining the cold-hearted beast.

Chapter One

R EESE

I feel the blow before I hear a slap across my face. Could have been worse. It could have been a

punch. Those fuckers really hurt, especially coming from a dude almost three times my size.

The fat one grabs me by the hair, dragging me before he shoves me on the stain-covered couch

and sneers. “You have a big fuckin’ mouth for a dumb bitch.” His hands move down to the zipper of

his pants, and I close my eyes.

Out of all the shit I’ve gone through in my life, the one thing I thought I’d escape was rape, but

apparently God or whoever the fuck is watching out for me shat the bed on this, too. “Don’t bother

with the lube, ’cause based on the size of that thing, I’ll barely feel it.”

That did it. The guy glares at me, one fist raised in the air. It is hilarious to see him charging at me

with his pants falling down his legs. “You little bitch… I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never

forget.”

“With your fists, right? ’Cause that cock of yours looks pretty forgettable.”

Another sneer escapes his lips as he tugs at my hair, pulling so hard that my scalp is on fire.

“I might be into some kinky shit, but buddy, take a lesson because you aren’t doing it right.”

“I’m gonna make you choke to death on my cock.”

Over my dead body. I purse my lips, preparing myself to fucking die before I let the fucker put his

dirty dick in my mouth.

“I’ve got other methods to pry your mouth open. Boys!”

The two guys who are sitting on the sidelines get up, finally ready to join the game. The younger one

glances at me before looking away, almost as if he is trying to say sorry. Not sorry enough to do

something about my impending rape, though.

The other one—the tall, skinny one with zits covering his entire face—looks more callous. His dead

eyes glint as his lips form a smile. “Maybe we should stuff all her holes and give her a real good

time.”

“The fuck you will,” a deep voice blares into the room.

I can’t stop smiling as the color in the fat one’s face drains, making him appear like a ghost. He glares

at me, getting ahold of his betraying face before anyone else witnessed the fear lingering in his eyes.

That is the thing with wannabe predators like this guy. He can’t really stand the test against someone

who actually exudes power. My father is like this piece of shit—a weak, callous man child who preys

on those weaker just so he can feel like he has some control in his pathetic life. I should know. I was

his second favorite victim, my mother his first.

“This isn’t any concern of yours, Enzo. The deal was that we’d hand her to you unharmed. You see

any cuts on her pretty little body?” His lizard tongue slashes out as he licks his bottom lips.

The man called Enzo is huge—like linebacker huge—all muscle, and his face looks like a good ol’

schoolboy, clean cut, chiseled, and something that most women would chase after and most men

would fear. The three-piece suit he is wearing looks like something straight out of a French runway. It

doesn’t even make sense to find a man who looks like him in a dive like this, but oddly, he looks like

he could blend anywhere.

His posture is completely casual, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, but his dark eyes appear

like black pools ready to unleash all kinds of hell. If it was possible to stare into the eyes of the devil,

it would be this man’s—dark, callous, and void of all emotion. His massive hand fidgets with a silver

Zippo, the flame flickering on and off, a switch controlled only by him and no one else. “Look at me

Luc.”

Guess the fat one’s name is Luc. His body stiffens and his pale blue eyes go white, his hand drops

from his tiny pecker, and he stumbles, trying to pull up his pants pooled at his feet.

Enzo pushes off the wall. His slow movements are captivating. For such a massive man, he moves

with such fluid beauty, like a gazelle. I’m caught in some sort of trance and can’t look away. “Don’t

bother lifting your pants.”

Luc smiles, and my heart drops. Fuck. He’s going to join him. Not only am I going to get raped, but it

will be by a gang. I might have some fucked-up sexual desires, but this one isn’t on the list.

Enzo pins me with his stare. His lips curve into a vicious smile. One meant to frighten, not reassure.

He bends down, his knuckles caressing the same spot Luc hit, the soft touch a juxtaposition with the

anger-filled look in his eyes. “You can get off that dirty couch.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My ass gets up so fast that I am light-headed. He grabs Luc by the

neck and lifts him; I watch as his legs dangle in the air and his face goes red from Enzo cutting off his

airway. “When I say she is to be unharmed, that means not one thing on her body can be touched by

your dirty fuckin’ hands. Every single part of her body belongs to me. You thought you’d sample my

belongings and walk away with no sort of punishment? How stupid are you, Luc?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” Luc squeaks. The Zippo flicks on and off in Enzo’s hand, and Luc’s eyes go

wide. “What are you gonna do, Enzo?”

Enzo grins, displaying straight, pearly white teeth. “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you?”

Luc shakes his head, making him look like a defected bobble head.

Enzo brings the Zippo to Luc’s dick as the stench of burned hair fills the air. “You know what I’m

capable of?” Luc’s eyes go wide at Enzo’s words. “You laid your hands on her.”

“No, please. I didn’t touch her, I was just messing with her,” Luc begs.

Enzo laughs. The sound is manic. “Is that why she has a mark on her face? Because you didn’t touch

her?'“

Luc shakes his head, eyes going wide. When he speaks, his voice is shaky. “It was just a little tap.”

Enzo hauls Luc over to me, pushing his face so close to my face that I wince. “That little red mark you

left on her face. Does that look like just messing around? You marked her, Luc, and now I’m gonna

mark you.”

“Please, Enzo. I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Let me make it up to you.”

“I don’t do second chances, Luc. You know that” A blond guy who looks like Charlie Hunnam in

beast mode with a giddy smile and large silver chains around his neck moves beside Enzo and pours

a clear liquid on Luc’s dick. Lighter fluid. Bile rises in the back of my throat mixing in with the

morbid satisfaction of the fucker getting what he deserves. “You tried to take something precious from

me, and now I’m going to take something precious from you.” The flame from the Zippo moves along

Luc’s dick, and the deafening sound of his screams reverberates in the room.

Stumbling back, I try to compose myself. My hands run down my body, as if I am trying to smooth out

invisible wrinkles. “Well, thanks for the help.“

As I reach the door, a firm grip grabs my wrist. “Not so fast, princess.”

I try to shake his hold off me, but his hand just tightens; I wince from the pain. “It’s sweet that you

want to make sure I find my way home, but I’m good.”

Amusement flashes in Enzo’s eyes before it disappears under a cold exterior. Something tells me this

man is used to looking cold over anything else. “I’m not your savior, princess. I’m the monster that’s

lurking in the dark.”

“It’s you,” I gasp.

“Hello, principessa.”

Chapter Two

S ix Months Ago

R EESE

“T he auction is next week,” my father says, his icy hands playing with a loose strand of my hair. I

hate when he touches me. It is never the touch of a father, but that of someone who wants

something a father never should. Something seedy and vile.

My eyes search my mother’s face. She can’t meet the ones of her almost twenty-one-year-old

daughter, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the rug beneath her feet. “You gonna say anything?

Or are you okay with me being sold like some sort of street hooker?”

She stands beside my father, wringing her hands, looking like the perfect little mafia wife—

complacent, quiet, taking all his punches and abuse without saying a damn word.

My father steps between us. His body brushes against mine, making me feel sick to my stomach. “She

does what she is told, just like you will if you know what’s good for you.”

That is the thing about caged animals: they either get defeated or they learn to be darker, worse than

their captor. I’m not the creature that wilts away like my mother did; I’m the fighter, the one who will

chew off her own limb to get the fuck out.

Over the years, I had a front-row seat to my father peeling my mother’s layers until only an empty

shell remained; her eyes that used to shimmer with light as we played and sang our songs started

vanishing, only leaving behind a void of fear.

Don’t worry, Mother. Soon he’ll take you to the slaughterhouse and find himself someone new to

ruin.

Back straight, head held high, I glared my father down, refusing to look away from his intense stare.

“I’m never gonna let you sell me. You’ll have to kill me first.”

Vincent Ferreri cocks his head as if examining something strange and foreign. I guess no one had

dared to challenge him before. They’d groomed my father to run the empire from the moment his

chubby face came out screaming from my grandmother’s womb. He steps closer to me before bending

down and whispering, “Don’t think I won’t consider that, amore.”

The stony smile and the icy blue stare tells me that my father wouldn’t think twice about slitting the

throat of his only daughter, because to him, I am a toy to manipulate and use until I break and there is

nothing left.

“Yes, Papa, I understand,” I lie. I will never understand, and tonight is when I will take the first step

to get control of my life in almost twenty-one years.

B eing the daughter of one of the most notorious dons in the United States allows me to have

access to people and places that the public could never dream of. It isn’t because people like to

hang out with my father and his minions; they fear the terror that my father commands. Fear

allows my father’s name to carry way more weight than it should.

I’d gotten an invitation to Provocateur, a high-class sex club for the rich and powerful. The high-

profile figures who frequent the club are the reason that every patron has to wear a mask. Hidden

identity means less of a liability.

The only reason I got an invitation was because I caught Stone Miller fucking his stepmother. The

possibility of me spilling his dirty secret to his psychotic father petrifies him. Stone’s family owns the

club and every other sex club in the city. I’d gotten myself in no problem with a signed NDA. The

thing said if I talked about the club, they would annihilate me, the equivalent of telling me I’d be

swimming with the fishes. I’m not sure what they have to use against me since my only claim to fame

is being the daughter of Vincent Ferreri.

So here I stand in front of the cast iron door that leads to the pits of hell, the dwelling of Lucifer

himself. I’m about to have sex with a random stranger just so I can stick it to my father and his

demented plans. The door flings open, revealing a whole new world that seems more depraved from

the world I already experience, but this kind of depravity is one that doesn’t harm or use anyone else

unless they want to be a victim.

The upper echelon of society loves their kinks, craves them, but they don’t want to let the depravity

ruin the fake facades they’ve created. Politicians who like to wear diapers while they suck on a

woman’s tit, lawyers who like to be tied up on a cross and whipped, a famous actress who’s paraded

around like a little puppy, licking the shoes of her owner.

I’m about to head straight through those same cast iron doors and leave when a deep voice whispers

in my ear, making my toes curl.

“You see anything you like?”

I try to turn so that I can see his face. His firm hands move up to my waist, keeping me still, his touch

a fiery brand on my skin. “Not yet, princess. Be a good girl and stay still.”

I rub my legs together. I’m smothered in kerosene and ignited into flames by the stranger. His voice is

deep, one of those voices that can get you off by just saying hello.

Get it under control, Reese.

I push back against him. If I’m going to be a mess, then he sure as fuck will be, too. “What happens if

I don’t listen?”

A dark chuckle tickles my ear, the sound invading my body in ways it shouldn’t. “Then princess,

you’ll get punished.”

Punished.

“Do I get to punish you back?”

He nips at my ear lobe. “Normally I’d say no, but for you I’d allow you to indulge, if that’s your

kink.” The warmth of his lips grazes my shoulder, moving back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm. “I think

you’ll like the punishment my dick, mouth, and hands will give. You won’t have energy to do much of

anything else after I am done with you.”

I tilt my head back. I have spent my whole life under the control of men, but this time I’m allowing it.

No one is forcing me. I don’t even know what this guy looks like, and I’m already completely under

his control. It’s frustrating and liberating, all in one. Control. That was something I never had, and

now it is all up to me…not to mention the move will piss off my father. Two birds, one stone. “What

are you waiting for?”

Chapter Thre

S ix Months Ago

E NZO

I was simply an observer at the club. I never sampled the goods. I frequent the establishment for

the secrets it unlocks. That’s what the draw is to a place like Provocateur. It is drowning in

secrets. I’d learned from a young age that knowledge was power, and there’s no knowledge more

powerful than the sinful desires people hide from the rest of the world. Once you have the darkest

desires of powerful men in your hands, you suddenly become the one with control, and that’s what

I’ve always craved. Control. Powerful men will do everything you demand to ensure their skeletons

stay where they live in the closet.

Then she steps into my vision, like the sun eclipsing the entire world around it with radiance and

warmth.

I chuckle as soon as she comes into my view. She shuffles her feet and keeps her eyes glued to the

floor beneath her, probably shocked at the depravity she’s witnessing. She doesn’t really look like she

belongs here. That’s what I like—her innocence. She’s hesitant, wearing a novice outfit, a black

leather dress with a Catwoman mask. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for Catwoman.

When my fingers touch her skin, it’s fire, but not the fire I’ve become accustomed to. The flames don’t

cause pain, dragging me and anyone else who comes into my path to the fiery pits of hell. It’s the type

of fire that can purify your soul, the type where one lick can have you trapped, willing to be its slave

for all eternity. But I can’t be a slave. I can never be under anyone’s foot again. I take what I want and

leave. Just one taste.

“Punishment is my specialty, baby,” I say before nipping at her bare shoulder. She jerks in my arms

then leans back and relaxes. From the corner of my eye, I notice a voyeur watching us. When I make

eye contact, the fucker smirks, his hand moving against his dick, trying to cause friction.

I narrow my eyes at him, letting him know to keep his eyes elsewhere. The fucker just rubs his dick

harder. I know what I’m about to do is crazy and it can fuck up everything, but I don’t give a fuck.

“I’ll be right back.”

I drop her hand and march right up to the fucker. He has the nerve to look turned on, like I’m about to

drop to the floor and worship his tiny cock. My hands grab on to his face. His mouth parts. My smirk

matches his, but it’s not one of lust or desire. It’s one of death, the one I’ve worn my entire adult life.

My thumbs move up from his face until they circle the outside of his eyes. “I don’t fuck around.”

It takes a second for my words to register, a second too late. My thumbs dig into the fucker’s eyes. He

screams, not realizing the more they scream, the more it eggs me on. That’s my thing. I like the

screams, hearing the pain they feel. The pain drags him to his knees.

I slam his head against the wall, not once, not twice, but three times. Blood splatters on the ground,

followed by his limp body. “Don’t ever look at what belongs to me again,” I say, puncturing each

word with a kick.

Moving back to the beautiful stranger, I grab her hand and start dragging her away. “Come on.”

Panic is laced in her words, causing my dick to harden. “You just fuckin’ kicked the shit out of him,

and I’m not sure what else you did. I think he’s bleeding.” She glances down at my hand. “Your

thumbs look like they’ve been in a bloodbath.”

My gaze locks with the blood, and I wince. Should’ve kept my damn cool, stayed calm like I usually

do. I don’t just lose it. I turn to her and snap, “It’s fine.”

She stops moving, and for the first time, I can see fear flash in her eyes. Fuck.

“He knows the deal.”

I expect her to rip her hand out of my grasp and storm out of there, but she doesn’t. Instead, she licks

her lip as if what she saw actually turned her on. The girl makes my head spin, keeping me on my

toes, something no one’s been able to do for the past fifteen years. “Aren’t we gonna get kicked out?”

“No.”

“How are you so sure?”

“I know everyone’s secrets.”

“Where are we going?”

“Someplace private. These fuckers keep looking at you, and I’m not in the mood to light them all up.

I’d rather terrorize your body.” Pulling her to my side, my hand firmly holding onto her waist, I bend

down to whisper in her ear. “Would you like that? Me making you scream?”

Her bottom lip slides between her teeth. “Okay.”

Okay. I never thought that word would sound so fuckin’ magical, but on her lips, it is like someone

just informed me I’d won the damn world. I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me. Women have

never really been my thing. That is why I only fuck the ones who know the score. I use them, they use

me, and after we both nut, once of us gets the fuck out. There are no tender moments or a desire to

bring them so much pleasure that the world under their feet would shatter and their eyes would see

stars. But this one, the princess, I want her to not only experience stars, but to transport her to a

completely different galaxy. I want my cock to be a fuckin’ conductor, making her entire body play a

symphony she’d never forget.

I open the door to one room, a four-post bed in the middle, with red satin sheets. The place looks like

a French-style brothel from the 1920s. The wall is ordained in whips, chains, and floggers, and a

Saint Andrew’s cross even sits in one corner.

Her gaze takes in the room, her plump mouth slightly open, delicate hands rubbing against each other.

“I’m not really sure all this is what I had in mind.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I trail kisses from her shoulder to her earlobe. “I don’t need these

toys.”

Her breathing speeds up, her head falling back, and her body relaxes in my arms. “What do you

need?”

She yelps when I grab her and toss her on the bed, her mask shifting, but she recovers, moving it back

into place. “I’m not a fuckin’ rag doll. You can’t just toss me around.”

“Isn’t that why you came here, to be someone’s little doll, or is your thing being the puppet master?”

She glances away from me, and I don’t like it. I want her eyes on me at all times. It’s already hard

enough to sense what she wants with that stupid mask on her face. “No, I don’t want to be the one in

control. Um, that doesn’t really work for me.”

“Good, ’cause I don’t enjoy giving up my control. Take the mask off.”

“I’ll take it off if you do.”

The bed creaks as I crawl on top of her, caging her between my arms and legs. “Sweetheart, if I want

the mask off, you’ll take it off.” I smirk, touching the white ski mask on my face.

Something flashes in her eyes—anger, determination, heat, or a mixture of all three. The girl has fire

in her, and I’ve always been attracted to flames. “I can walk out of here and find the next guy

available.”

A growl escapes my lips as I pin her arms above her head, bending down so that I’m right in her face,

forcing her to stare right into my eyes. I feel a range boil inside me. Something foreign that’s putting

me off-kilter. “The fuck you will.”

“Great, so we agree. The mask stays on.”

“You like the idea of me fucking you with the ski mask on don’t you?”

She turns her face away, a pink blush crawling up her skin.

I growl in her ear, “Hope you like it rough.”

The princess squirms beneath me, raising her hips and nodding her pretty little head.

“I need you to say yes. This nodding shit doesn’t work as consent for me, and I’m not into taking shit

from women against their will.”

“I don’t actually know, but based on the porn I watch, I’d say yes.”

I drop her hands and move away from her, searching her eyes for what I’m not sure. “What do you

mean, you don’t know?”

“This is my first time.”

I jump off the bed so fast you’d think it was on fuckin’ fire. My dick’s hard as a rock hearing her admit

she’s a virgin, but my head’s telling me to walk the fuck away. I’m not in the habit of taking girls’

virginities; it’s not something I’m into. I like sex hard, fast, and dirty, and the word gentle isn’t in my

vocabulary, but I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted another woman in my entire life. It

feels like if I don’t have her, I might as well cut off my dick ’cause it isn’t ever gonna get hard again

for anyone else.

She jumps off the bed, her hands on her hips. “Listen, it’s really not a big fuckin’ deal. At least not to

me. I need to lose it, and well, you seem like you’d be up for the job. If you can’t do the job, I’m sure

I can find a willing body.”

She moves towards me, her hand reaching for the doorknob, and something in me snaps. I yank her

hair back, forcing her head to tilt up as I look down at her. “The hell you will.”

“So we have a deal?”

I don’t answer her question. I stare in her eyes, wondering what I’m supposed to do next. “Fuck it.” I

lean down, crushing my lips to hers and feeling myself get blissfully lost in the inferno. A kiss has me

falling to my knees for this woman, and I feel like I’ve just fucked my life.

My hands fumble like a teenager, desperate to take the girl’s dress off so I can see some tits as if her

tits are the only ones in existence and if I don’t see them, I’ll never see tits again. “Fuck, where is the

zipper or buttons to this thing?”

She chuckles into my mouth. “It’s on the side.”

I tear into the dress, trying to find the stupid thing.

“Let me.” My princess gracefully pulls the top of the right side of the dress and exposes her flesh to

me, along with a glimpse of black lace panties and bra.

My hands shake as I pull the straps of her dress down, letting the fabric fall and pool at her feet.

“Those don’t look virgin approved,” I say, pointing to her bra and panties.

“I’m a virgin, not a fuckin’ nun.”

“You’ve also got a dirty little mouth for a virgin. Wonder what else will come out of it when my

mouth is on your little cunt.” I snap the clasps of her bra, letting it join her dress on the floor, leaving

her in nothing but her little black panties. “On the bed.”

She smiles sweetly at me, walking so slowly that my balls could have turned blue waiting. My hand

comes down on her ass with a not-so-gentle slap, adding the word, “Now.”

She jumps before scampering onto the bed like a good girl.

“On your back and spread your legs wide.” My lips turn up as she does as I commanded.

My hands hook on the side of her panties before I tear them off her.

“Hey, those were the only pair I brought with me. Why’d you do that?”

“Because I enjoy knowing that my come is going to be leaking down your legs when you walk out of

here and every fuckin’ man that comes sniffing by you will know you’re mine.”

She gasps.

My gaze roams down her body to her glistening, perfect pink pussy. Her legs close. I latch on to one

knee to hold it open before slapping her bare cunt. “You close them when I say you close them, not a

moment sooner, you got that?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing her ass into the air, her pussy now closer to my face.

“Not yet, princess.” I move up to her body, holding myself above her as I look at her face. The urge so

strong to fuck hard and fast, rip her virginity away, screams of horror from her mouth as she takes my

blood-covered cock in her depraved little mouth. The vision of her on the floor, begging, completely

ready to worship my cock and do anything else I want, like a wanton slut… But a pinch in my black

heart won’t let me. I don’t know what kind of spell this girl has on me. I hate it. Maybe if I fuck her,

this will be the end. She’ll be out of my system.

My hands roam her body, fisting her big fuckin’ tits. She licks her lips and purrs. My fingers dig into

her flesh, probably harder than I should, but I hate how she’s making me feel so out of damn control,

desperate to bury my cock in her and forget the rest of the fuckin’ world and what a shit show it is. “I

should do something decent in my miserable life and let you walk out of here untouched, but I’m too

selfish of an asshole for that, so the monster is going to fuck you, and it won’t be gentle.” I bend

down, latching on to her hard nipple. My teeth graze her sensitive flesh, desperate to take a bite. She’s

placating and unleashing my darkest desires simultaneously. She moans as my teeth clamp down.

“You like a little pain mixed in with your pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. Her hands fly to my shirt. “Take off your shirt.”

I grab both of her wrists in my hand and slam it behind above her head, growling at her, “I give the

orders here.”

She nods before a playful grin forms on her lips. She is so brave, no fear found anywhere on her.

Someone who can give as much as she takes. Maybe that is what I desire, someone who can keep up

with the darkness in me.

“Good girl. Listen and you’ll get rewarded.” My hands trail down her body, stopping just above her

mound before I move my fingers through her folds. Her body writhes beneath me, making me lose all

sense of reason. I don’t like the loss of power. I survive on it, need it, and here this girl is owning me

in ways that I don’t even understand. I gently flick her clit. “Has anyone had their tongue on your

pussy before?”

“No,” she pants.

“Good. I enjoy knowing I’m the only one who’s ever touched your sweet cunt.” I pepper her skin with

kisses. Fuckin’ bullshit romantic nonsense that I’ve no business doing, but I do it for her. When I reach

her glistening pussy, I stop and marvel at its beauty. Her cunt isn’t the first one I’ve seen, but it might

as well be with how fuckin’ desperate I am to taste it. I’ve never really enjoyed going down on

women. Going down on women is a chore I do. But with her, I’m desperate to eat her until I drown.

Brushing my nose against her slit, I inhale her sweet scent of arousal. “You’re fuckin’ intoxicating, a

special brand of drug made only for me.” My tongue slips out of my mouth as I take one long lick

before I gently thrust a finger into her sweet hole. She takes in a sharp breath. “You’re so tight,

princess. It’s gonna hurt when I shove my cock in you. But you’ll take every inch.”

“Yes,” she pants again.

I lick at her core slowly. Her hips rise and fall, letting her know I own all her passion, that tonight I

control her. She is the instrument I’ve chosen, and I am going to play her like a master. “Good girl.

Show me how badly you want my cock buried in your slick little cunt.” I chuckle into her cunt as I

continue lapping at her, making sure my tongue pays attention to her sensitive clit. “Dirty talk makes

you so wet. Such a dirty girl.”

“Yes. Call me a whore. Use me.”

I lift off her and unbuckle my pants, leaving my shirt on, not prepared to show her what’s underneath.

“Oh, I plan to Princess. I’m gonna make a good girl dirty.”

My cock jerks free as I line up with her entrance. Her eyes go wide before she winces as I ram myself

deep into her warmth, breaking the barrier in one thrust. Nothing sweet about it, nothing romantic. I

feel like an asshole until I glance down and see the pleasure flicker in her dark eyes and the way she

nips at her bottom lip.

“Told you, I don’t do gentle,” I grunt. “I don’t care that you’re a virgin. I’m gonna fuck you raw, and

you’re gonna beg for me.”

Her arms and legs wrap around me, welcoming the intrusion. She claws her way under my shirt, and I

let her. The sharp scrapes of her nails against my back, breaking the skin. Maybe it’s her way of

getting revenge. My cock twitches in her hot cunt.

“Yes, princess, let me feel your pain.” Her teeth clamp on to me and puncture my skin, encouraging

me to keep going. I thrust mercilessly into her, desperate for my release. A wild animal unleashed

with no way of being contained. My hand drops to her clit, and she whimpers on my shoulder. “You

like being my slut?”

“Yes.”

“You’re being such a good girl, taking me all in. Your pussy is so tight, baby. Do you feel you’re

worth something now that you have my big cock stuffed in your tight little cunt?”

“Yes,” she screams. My hands grip on to her ass as my fingers dig into the ample flesh before I latch

on her nipple and bite.

“Jesus, yes.”

I lick at her nipple. “Jesus could never make you feel this good. You’re fuckin’ the devil.”

Her teeth dig into my shoulder. She breaks skin and then laps at the spot, tasting my blood and desire.

Her body arches, moving us both off the bed as if she is a demon possessed. Arms start dropping,

losing control. She pants into me, hips rising in the air, her moans needy and wanton. She wraps her

legs tightly around me, her feet pushing up against my ass, trying to force me to go deeper, until she

screams her orgasm so loud that I’m grateful for the soundproof room in the club.

Slowing my pace, I glance down at her and do something that shocks me for the second time that night.

I kiss her. She tastes just as sweet the second time. I get more and more addicted to the taste of her

lips. “I’m going to pull out now. You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of how well you took my

cock. I’m going to give you a reward.”

“Please.”

Pulling out slowly, my gaze locks on her as my hand pumps my slick dick that’s coated in her come. I

crawl up on the bed, getting harder as I watch her eyes go wide. Fear flickers in her irises. Her mask

may hide half her face, but it can’t hide how expressive those irises are. “Shh,” I whisper. “I’m not

gonna hurt you, princess. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to sully your pretty little face with my

come, so when you leave this room, every fucker in this place and beyond will know you’re mine.

That I own you.”

My cock’s aimed at her face, her hair fisted tightly in my hands. I yank her head back and pump my

dick a few times before a desperate groan escapes my lips. Ropes of come cascade onto her pretty

face. “Now you don’t look like a princess anymore, but my personal pretty little whore.” I bend

down, kissing the top of her head. “You did good, baby. I’m very proud of you.” Shifting, I lie down

beside her and pull her into my arms before covering us with the blanket. She sighs into my chest as I

kiss the top of her head. “You alright?”

“Yes. Perfect, actually,” she says as she nestles into my arms, and then we drift off to sleep.

When I wake up, I’m in the room alone, the princess gone, and I feel an ache start in my chest that I

haven’t known in over a decade.

Chapter Four

E NZO

“Y ou’re a fuckin’ psycho, Enzo. I knew Vance was crazy, but you’re fuckin’ worse than he is,” Luc

screams and gasps simultaneously.

“I know,” I say.

Luc’s wrapping a cloth around his dick, desperate put out the fire engulfing it. He doesn’t know that

it’s pointless and that I’m nowhere near done with him yet. I’m just too busy with the dark-haired

demoness standing in front of me to be bothered with him at that moment.

Six months, I’d been looking for the little princess. I’d had her right under me and let her slip through

my fingers. That won’t be happening again. “It’s nice to see you again.” My gaze roams down her

naked body, and I grunt. Taking my suit jacket off, I drape it over her shoulders and button it up. I

glare at Ciaran and Finn. Ciaran chuckles as he tugs at the chains around his neck, licking his lips. I

flick my Zippo at the sick fuck. He laughs, looking away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost

boys, the kids who got so fucked up by the mob bosses who run this town, but some of us, like Ciaran,

got a little more fucked up than the rest. “Stay close to me, principessa.”

“You just told me you’re a monster and now want me to stay close to you? No thanks.”

“I may be a monster, but you’re surrounded by demons. Better pick the poison, love. You’re gonna

have to swallow somethin’ either way.” I brush her soft cheeks with the back of my hand. “I burned

the sounds of your screams of pleasure like a brand in my memory. You know I’ll make it good. Not

sure if you can say the same about the rest of them.” I shrug, letting her think it’s her decision and

knowing full well I’ll have to kill every fucker in the room, throw her over my shoulder, and bind her

up if she makes the wrong one.

I didn’t know who she was at the club. Had I known, I wouldn’t have let her walk out. Fuck, I

probably wouldn’t have fucked her. I would have taken her that night instead of spending six months

looking for her. Now that I have her, there is no way I’m letting Reese Ferreri slip out of my hands a

second time.

Finn steps closer and grunts. I allow it, but only this one time. If he tries this shit of trying to scare my

woman again, I will burn him and deal with Ciaran’s wrath later. I know Finn isn’t interested in the

princess. He’s just trying to help the situation. He doesn’t know that this is beyond the business we’d

originally intended. That I’m in a fuckin’ clusterfuck and I’ve got no way to get out of it. Finn is a

crazy motherfucker. He barely talks. His entire persona is animalistic. That’s what makes him feared

and effective. People are so taken aback by him, they’d do anything just to have him go away. He is

the complete contrast of his twin brother, Ciaran, who is all charm and uses words to get anything he

wants. Ciaran smirks, and people seem to fall apart. It could be the super model good looks or the

sheer size of the fangs that flash whenever he opens his mouth.

Reese clings to me, a foreign sensation that I like, the way her soft curves fit with my hard lines.

People rarely attach themselves to me. I’m the man you run away from, never to. The grim reaper

coming to take your soul. I glance down to her face, and her eyebrows knit together before she inhales

a deep breath and meets my eyes head on, “I pick you.”

I smirk. “Good choice. Now please wait one moment while I take out the rest of the trash.” I put my

hand out, and Finn places the can of lighter fluid in my hand. “Hold him down.”

Luc’s eyes widen so much that I think they might pop and roll right out of his head. “What the fuck are

you doin’, man?”

I pour the lighter fluid on his head; his eyes flutter closed, desperate to avoid the drops of liquid. I

don’t see the point. The burning will be all he can focus on in a moment. Sheer agony of flames

licking his skin violently. Excitement courses through my body, my thumb presses down on the flint

wheel, and a flame bursts to life. The majestic, dancing colors mesmerize me—yellow, red, orange…

beautiful and deadly all rolled into one. I tug at a strand of Luc’s hair, bringing the flame to it. Within

seconds, his entire head is on fire. My lips curve into a smile as I listen to his pain-stricken screams.

This is the fate of those who cross me, who dare take from me, anyone who thinks they have a right to

touch what belongs to me. I bend down, making sure I take in the horror in his eyes, the terror I placed

there, and I feel comfort. “They call me the Psycho Pyro for a reason, Luc.”

Getting up, I catch Reese’s eyes. She looks transfixed, but she doesn’t seem frightened. A loyal

daughter of the dark. I don’t take my eyes off her. I can’t. She looks so fuckin’ beautiful. It feels like

someone kicked me right in the gut.

“Take care of the other two,” I tell Ciaran.

“Where the fuck you goin’?” he asks.

“I’m getting her out of here.”

Reese’s eyes go wide. “The fuck you are.” She runs.

She’s fast. There were no reports about her being a track star. She would be another boring princess,

I’d thought. The way she fucked that night should have made me think differently. She doesn’t make it

far before I have my arms wrapped around her. Reese screams, which is stupid because there is no

one there to help her. She isn’t under anyone’s protection here but mine.

“Get the fuck off me,” she screams, her long legs trying to kick me as her nails dig into my skin,

leaving the same marks she did that night six months ago.

“Calm the fuck down and I will.”

“I’m pretty calm, considering I just watched you light a man on fuckin’ fire. I’m not fuckin’ dying like

that. I’ve heard stories about you from my father.”

I feel the rage in me when she mentions Ferreri. “Yes, well, your father should know about monsters

since he created me.”

She stops struggling, her voice barely a whisper. “What does my father have to do with you? I thought

you worked for Rossi. He and my father aren’t friends.”

“They used to be. Had a falling out about thirty years ago. Listen, just calm down and I’ll tell you

what you want to know, but if you keep going on like this, you’re not gonna like the man I turn into.

I’m warning you, principessa, don’t fuckin’ test me.”

“Why should I believe you?”

I chuckle. The girl has fire… “You probably shouldn’t, but at this moment, you’ve really got no other

choice. Besides, I just burned a fucker to a crisp for trying to mess with you. If that doesn’t show

devotion, I don’t know what does.”

“Was that some sort of mafia courting thing? Like, hey women, I want you to watch me prove myself

by burning some fucker alive for you.”

I shove her up against the wall and drape my body over hers, my cock now rock hard pressed to her

back, letting her feel just how excited all this is making me. “I don’t court, I fuck, and based on my

sharp fuckin’ memory, you like the way I fuck. No, fuck that. You crave it. I bet if I touched your pussy

right now, you would be fucking dripping for me.”

Chapter Five

R EESE

E nzo sucks the air out of the hallway. I can’t breathe with his body pressed against mine. Just

being near him makes my brain disappear, and my lady bits are taking charge. He’s right; I want

him. He’s this massive beast of a man dominating my body with such sheer force, it scares the

living shit out of me and excites me simultaneously. I’ve replayed that night in my head repeatedly on

a loop. It won’t shut off. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I stayed instead of

sneaking off like a coward.

“I can smell how turned on you are. You’re soaked, aren’t you, princess?”

“No,” I lie.

Enzo’s laugh echoes down the dark hallway. “Liar.”

I push against him, trying to get him off me so I can just think, but he is an immovable force. “Why are

you so big?”

He wags his eyebrows, a sexy smirk tilting the right side of his lips. “Last I checked, you liked how

big I was. Screamed for it, if I remember correctly.”

“Yes, well, that was before I found out you were a fuckin’ psycho.”

Enzo’s amiable smile disappears in a flash. Something more sinister takes over his face. “You’ve

been living with one your entire life, Reese Ferreri. Don’t pretend you don’t have the blood of a

bigger monster running in your veins. At least you want my cock in you.”

My hand shoots out, slapping his face. His words aren’t a lie, but hearing him say it so easily shatters

something inside me. Enzo snarls, his forearm pressing down on my throat, not enough to do serious

damage but a warning he could cut my airway with no effort at any moment. I should be scared, but

my treacherous body is so turned on. “If you want to hit me, you can do it in the bedroom, unless you

want me to fuck you right here in the hallway and have everyone see your pretty pussy on display.”

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact you want my cock buried deep in your cunt.” He pushes back, grabbing

my arm and dragging me down the hallway. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“What about the guy you just burnt to a crisp back there?”

“The guys are taking care of them.”

“Them?”

Enzo pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sign. He looks like a parent frustrated with his

precocious child. “Can’t leave the others alive to talk, now can I?”

A normal person would be disgusted by him, but I’d learned a long time ago nothing about me is

normal, and as much as I pretend it is, it’s a fabrication so society won’t shun me. With Enzo, I don’t

have to pretend anymore. It’s a big rush to be with someone who sees you, probably better than you

see yourself, and still wants you. No one in my life has given me that, not until Enzo.

H is apartment is massive, a penthouse in one of the most affluent buildings in the city. Crime

pays well, and based on how Enzo lives, he’s at the top of the crime chain. White furniture,

rich mahogany flooring, expensive rugs adorning the floor, pod lights, a large kitchen that even

Gordon Ramsay would salivate over. It definitely doesn’t look like a place a single guy lives in. I

take a deep breath when an image of Enzo having a wife or girlfriend flashes in my mind. I know

nothing about him.

“You can go take a shower. There're clothes in the closet. Just take what you want.”

“How magnanimous of you.”

“If you don’t shut your smart mouth, I’m going to have to shut it for you, principessa. It’s down the

hall, third door on the right.”

Third door on the right? How big is this place?

Enzo moves away from me, his attention on someone he is talking to on the phone. His voice is low,

dangerous, and I just want to crawl onto his lap and fuck him so he’s distracted and can’t think of

anything but me. But I feel like that might be a little shortsighted, so instead I do as I’m told.

The shower is huge. It can easily fit a party of ten. I’ve got no idea why anyone needs that much

space. The water rushes at me from all the areas of the shower, including the ceiling and the walls. I

let the water wash over all the shitty things that happened tonight.

“If only I could join you…”

I jump at the sound of Enzo’s deep voice. He’s leaning against the doorway, just as he’d done earlier

tonight. The only difference is that it doesn't appear vengeful, but consumed with lust.

I grab the towel and wrap it around myself. “Do you mind?”

The jerk has the nerve to smirk, making my damn knees weak. He pushes off the doorway and stalks

towards me, this sexy slow walk like he knows he’s literally God’s gift to womankind. His large

fingers brush the top of the towel.

There’s something so powerful about the way he looks at me, like a starved man who finally sees a

meal. I sense his touch on my skin, just from the intensity in his eyes. It’s feral, animalistic, like it’s

only for me.

“I mind that you’ve covered up that sexy body.” he whispers.

I gasp as he rips the towel off my body.

Touch is a powerful thing. It unlocks the memories that we lock up behind a vault, some good, some

painful, some we didn’t even know we had. Enzo brushes his finger against my bottom lip and I’m

transported back to that night with his body on top of mine, where I tasted freedom.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before anyway.” He nods, turning to leave. “What do you want to eat?” He

rubs the back of his neck and actually looks cute, not like the ruthless killer I saw not too long ago, but

adorable—sweet, even. “I guess it’s something I should learn about you.”

I’m touched that he’s even asking. He doesn’t seem like a man who cares about the wants and needs

of anyone, but then again, he might try to dull my senses before he makes me his sex slave. The sad

part is I’d be whatever he wants, but there’s no way I’m going to let him in on that. “Whatever you

want is fine. I’m not a picky eater.”

He nods and walks out.

The attached bedroom is massive. It’s adorned with satin sheets, a down duvet, and piles of pillows

on the bed, not a room that would belong to a guy like Enzo. I walk into the giant closet, and it’s full

of clothing, dresses, pants, pretty blouses, and so many shoes. My stomach turns, and the bile rises in

the back of my throat. I’d met him at a sex club, a place where swingers go. He obviously has a wife

or girlfriend, and this is their thing—bring home a plaything, have a little fun, and then discard her,

even kill her. It isn’t like Enzo isn’t capable of that.

I open the drawer and avoid the underwear. There’s no way in hell I’m wearing some other woman’s

panties. Disgusting. I slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. The aroma is

mouthwatering.

One look at Enzo, and I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. He’s so handsome that he takes my breath

away. He’s no longer in the three-piece suit. Instead, he’s wearing jeans like me and a button-down

black shirt, his sleeves rolled up, displaying a scattering of black tattoos. He’s humming as he plates

food like a fuckin’ artist. It’s hard to believe that the same hands that kill so callously are capable of

anything else. “Smells good.”

His head shoots up, a sexy, lopsided smirk appearing on his handsome face. “One of the three things

I’m good at.”

“Kill, cook, and what’s the third?”

“Fuck, principessa. I fuck well. But you already knew that.”

Heat creeps up my face, and I’m positive I’ve turned beet red.

“You’re cute when you blush.” He winks before moving the plates to the kitchen table, gesturing for

me to sit down.

“I’m surprised you cook.”

“Why?” He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “All men should know how. I plan for my women to be

naked, willing, and able for fuckin’, and I need to make sure she’s well fed for the activities I like to

partake in.” He winks at me before taking a bite of his pasta, and I want to beat the shit out of the

pasta for having his lips on them when they aren’t on mine. “Eat your food.”

Chapter Six

E NZO

S he’s playing with her food, and it’s pissing me off. She needs to fuckin’ eat. My temper is rising,

and I am about to take her fork and shove the food down her pretty throat. Keeping my monster

at bay is hard, but for her, I’m trying. I’m trying fuckin’ hard, but she keeps testing my paper-thin

patience. “In some cultures, it’s rude to not eat the host’s food.”

“You, insulted?”

She has such a smart fuckin’ mouth. “Better watch that mouth before it gets punished. I technically

own you now.”

“Oh, is that what I am? Your personal sex slave?”

This fuckin’ girl. I dig the heels of my hands into my eyes, frustrated and not sure what to do about it. I

could force her onto her knees and let her body take over, shut her mind off, let her feel me and me

her, but I don’t want just sex from her. One fuckin’ taste six months ago ruined me for her. The irony is

I’d been fine. I’d been so focused on bringing down the man who ruined my family that I hadn’t

sniffed around a woman in years. I’d also never wanted a woman for more than a night, but Reese had

consumed me. I used to make fun of my buddy Vance about his obsession with his wife, but now I’m

fuckin’ burning in the same inferno. “You’re not my prisoner.”

“Great, so I can go, then.”

Fuck. “No.”

“That’s not how it works. So I’m a prisoner, since I can’t leave and all.”

“You’re my guest, but you can’t leave.”

She has the nerve to huff, as if I’m the frustrating one. Has she seen herself in the mirror? “Where you

gonna go? Back to your father, who wanted to sell your virginity to the highest bidder?”

“How’d you know about that?”

“My business is to know. It’s how I’ve kept myself alive for twenty years.”

“You married? I’m not into that shit.”

The girl is certifiable. Makes sense for me to be into the crazy one out of the pack. “What?”

Her bottom lip juts out. She looks so fuckin’ adorable as she crosses her arms across her chest,

making my eyes focus right on her perfect, round tits. “Are you fuckin’ married?”

Married? Where the fuck did she get that lunatic idea? “Good God, no. What gave you that idea?”

‘'Maybe it’s the fuckin’ closet full of woman’s apparel.”

Leaning back, I tip my chair and take her in. satisfaction rolling through me. If she has even a fraction

of the possessiveness over me I have for her, I’ve got something to work with. “You jealous?”

She shakes her head, but she is lying. “No. I just don’t fuck married men or men with girlfriends.

Whatever the fuck she is.”

“Don’t worry, princess. There’s only one woman for me.”

Her eyebrows knit together. She looks like a little kitten trying to play with the big boys. “Then what

am I doing here?”

“You’re the woman,” I state matter-of-factly.

She points towards the hallway. “Then who the fuck owns the clothing in that room?”

I’m so stupid. I didn’t even think about how it looked to her to walk into that room and see all of that

shit. “My sister. They belong to my sister.”

“Your sister?”

“Yes. She’s away at college. She’s younger, your age. She got adopted into a really nice family when

we were kids. They didn’t want to take in an older kid, but they took in a two-year-old no problem.”

The words pour out of me, and I’m not sure how to stop them. It’s like my tongue is working against

my brain. “They weren’t all bad. They let me see her on holidays and talk to her on the phone.”

“Oh, Enzo.”

“Don’t pity me. I don’t need it,” I spit. The words are harsher than I intend them to be. I grab a

strawberry, dip it in whipped cream, and lean over the table, offering it to her. She opens her mouth

and takes a bite of the fruit. A flash of my cock in her mouth invades my mind. I’m desperate to

distract her from the conversations about my fucked-up childhood. I plop the rest of the berry into my

mouth. “I always have strawberries in the house ever since that night, because that’s what you tasted

like.”

She peers up at me, shock flashing in her pretty brown eyes. I want to pull out my guitar and start

serenading her with some sappy shit like Van Morrison’s “Brown-Eyed Girl,” but that’s not who I am.

She deserves all that shit, but she got me instead—a broken, fucked-up man who kills people for a

living. Life could’ve been different for her, for us, if I hadn’t come up the way I had, but I can’t

change any of that. I can’t promise her flowers and poetry, but I can promise her she’ll never be alone

or unsafe. Two things I would give the world to hear out of her lips about me.

She touches her lips, and I fuckin’ lose it. I am actually jealous of her fingers. I fuckin’ made fun of my

best friend, and here I’m more pathetic than he is. “Fuck this.” I haul her out of her chair. Her pretty

eyes go wide. I’m an asshole for scaring her, but confused anger flares in my blood. I’m not sure if I

want to strangle her or kiss her until all she can think about is me. The passion fueling me for this girl

is all-consuming, so powerful that it replaces by all other facets of my life. “You’re driving me

fuckin’ crazy.”

She nods as she bites her bottom lip. “I know,” she whispers before she flings her around my shoulder

and presses her lips to mine.

My body relaxes in a way it hasn’t for six fuckin’ months.

Chapter Seven

R EESE

I melt into him. I’ve heard that cheesy expression my entire life in one form or another. Usually I

roll my eyes, but in this moment as I’m nestled in Enzo’s arms, pushed closer to him as if he can’t

get enough of me, I melt into him. Finally, I get it. That desperate need for another human being.

The ache you harbor at the possibility of losing them. The fuckin’ stars you see when they simply

brush a finger against your skin.

He pulls away first. I almost cry out at the loss of his lips against mine. His hands cup my face, his

dark eyes searching for something before he presses his forehead to mine. “You on the pill?”

“Yes. But it’s a little too late to be asking that now, don’t you think? I could be six months pregnant for

all you know.”

He pulls back from me, moving so fast that you’d think I was on fire and he’s scared to be burned by

the flame. “I pulled out. What the fuck are you on the pill for?”

“What?”

He steps to me, his hands grabbing on the flesh of my upper arm, and he squeezes, a warning about

what he is capable of. When I wince, he drops his hands and moves away. His hands are in his hair,

tugging at the black strands. Enzo paces back and forth, muttering to himself. “I’m a fuckin idiot.” He

moves back to me, making me flinch. I’m not sure what he’s going to do. He’s volatile. “I’m sorry I

grabbed you. It will never happen again. I would fuckin’ rather burn my own eyes out than ever hurt

you. I’d burn my whole body. Head first just like I did to Luc for laying a hand on you.”

When I don’t answer, he falls to his knees, his lips on my feet. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Just… The idea

of you being with anyone else makes me see nothing but red. I want to burn down the world, kill

anyone who thinks of you like that.”

My hand cradles his cheek as I join him on the ground, pushing up against his face. When he glances

at me, I can see the horror in his eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone else, Enzo. I’ve been on the pill

since I was twelve. It was a precaution I took.” I don’t add why I took the precaution at a young age.

That I was afraid of things that no little girl should be fearful of.

He scrubs his face. “Thank fuck.” He cocks his head, as if examining me. “Why did you go on the pill

at twelve?”

“People go on birth control for many reasons.”

“I want to know,” Enzo demands.

“And I don’t want to tell you.”

His hand fists in my hair, pulling both of us off the ground. It’s painful, but I’m at peace. “Don’t make

me fuck it out of you.”

I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. “Is that a promise?”

A feral groan escapes his lips. He drags me to the sofa, launching me to it. The same thing Luc did,

but with Enzo, I like it; it turns me on. I want it, all of it. No, I need it, crave it.

He stands back, watching me. Lust takes over in his eyes, the anger not there, but he is still

domineering, in control. “Strip.”

The command is so feral that it makes me wet. Just a look from this man is enough to make me want to

turn into an animal, but with Enzo, everything seems possible somehow.

My gaze never leaves his face as I grab the hem of the soft cotton shirt and lift it over my head. An

audible groan escapes Enzo as he palms his dick through his pants. “Fuck.”

My tongue darts out, licking my lips, seeing him like that coming undone for me. The rough edge of his

voice is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. It’s not just about the primal act of sex, but it’s

something more. His desire for me means I’m powerful, and for someone who has had little to no

power her entire life, it tastes like freedom. My hands shake as I unbutton the jeans, pushing them

down my legs and stepping out of them.

He stalks toward me, like a predator. His face is serious, and to anyone else, he might even look

dangerous.

“You’re a fuckin’ work of art.”

I reveal his praise.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”

I don’t even think about what I am doing and fall to my knees, ready and willing to do anything for this

man. His hand rests at the top of my head for a second before he pets me, the gesture calming.

He then moves his hand down my head, his fingers gliding along my neck before he fists my hair at the

base. “You gonna be my good girl or my bad one?”

Enzo has sucked all the oxygen from the room and my reasoning with it. I don’t want to be anything

but his, and I want to be owned by every part of him, even the darkness. Looking up, I grin.

“Sometimes it’s good to be bad.”

He grabs my chin, tilting my head up as he brings his face close to mine. He roughly kisses my lips

before he says, “Yes, it is. Now take out my cock.”

My mouth waters as I slowly work at the button of his jeans. It’s like I’ve lost muscle memory and

don’t know how to do the simple task. Frustration races through me and I curse, making Enzo bark out

a laugh.

“So greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” He removes my hands and does the buckle himself. When I

move my hand to the zipper, he slaps my hand away. “You forgot your manners, principessa.”

I glance at him, confused.

“Thank you. You forgot to say thank you.”

His words annoy me, and I find my tongue again. “I could say thank you, but then I’d have to bite your

dick off.”

Enzo’s grin is easy and playful, but his words aren’t. “Try it and see what happens to your teeth.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would dare, princess. I just won’t.”

“What’s the difference?”

A sad smile forms on his lips. “The difference is I like you too much to ever really hurt you.”

I don’t know why liking me would make him sad, but I want to wipe it off his face any way I can. My

heart bleeds at the idea of this man hurting. I want no one to make him feel any kind of pain, even if

it’s caused by himself. I reach up and pull down the zipper of his pants. “That new?”

Enzo chuckles. “You like it?”

I jump up, moving away from him. “You let some girl touch your dick?”

His chuckles turn into a laugh as he grabs me by the hair, yanking me back to him. “Are you jealous,

principessa?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Why did you get that?”

His eyes peer into mine, his finger trailing up and down my naked arm. “I missed you.”

“So you got your dick pierced?”

“I needed some sort of pain. A physical pain. My buddies beat the shit out of me too, if that soothes

your anger in any way. The agony you delivered was unbearable. It’s been over a decade since I’ve

hurt like that. I’ve blocked my heart from truly caring until you came around and changed that. I

figured getting my dick pierced would hurt like hell and it’d keep my mind off you, at least for a short

while. It didn’t work.”

I want to stay mad, but his words are bullets lodged in the center of my heart.

“Don’t be mad, baby,” he pouts, before he quickly adds, “I let a dude do it.”

I burst into laughter, hitting his chest.

“Figured it was only fair that I stay away from women too since I’d skin any guy alive who touched

your body.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Now where were we?”

“You’re a dick.”

He grabs his dick with one hand, his other still holding on to my hair. “I know that, slut, but let’s be

honest… It makes you wet.” He slaps my face with his dick, and my mouth opens as if conditioned to.

“Doesn’t it, principessa?”

When I nod, his lips twitch before he smiles. “Open wide. I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours

until you gag.”

I open my mouth, one hand wrapping around his erect cock, and I hear an audible hiss. Enzo’s head

tilts back, and the pure bliss on his face makes me realize that I’m the one with all the power here.

Men like Enzo never allow themselves to be vulnerable. I’ve been around dangerous men my whole

life, most like my father, who don't allow even their wives to see them without their armor. Being

with Enzo like this means something to me. It must mean something to him too.

HIs cock is beautiful—thick, long, and veiny. I lick his dick, from root to tip, then back again, making

sure he is nice and wet before I wrap my mouth around his tip and suck, using my tongue to circle the

head of his cock.

“Fuck. You’re such a good cock sucker, baby. Don’t stop.”

His words of encouragement egg me on. I bob on his cock eagerly. His hands roam through my hair,

forming two fists. Gently, he pulls my head back and forth, fucking my mouth slowly, getting a rhythm.

My hands move around him and grab on to his firm ass, my nails digging in, encouraging him to not

hold back. I want it all, the animal and the man.

Enzo grunts, answering my call. “You’re doing so well, baby, taking that cock all the way to the back

of your throat like a good girl. Do you like being my fuck toy? Do you like knowing I’m the only one

who will ever make you wet, that because of your sweet pussy you’ll do all kinds of dirty things for

me?”

I nod, trying to tell him yes, but he holds my head down against his pelvis. My hand snakes down to

my pussy, and I rub my clit.

“That’s it, baby. Rub that pussy. Let it get some relief. I will reward you for being such a good little

girl for me.” He pulls my head all the way down on his dick before releasing me. Saliva falls from

my mouth. “Spit on your tits and cunt.”

The act is degrading, but it’s also incredibly hot. I used to wonder why I liked acts of sex like this,

why this was the only way I would get aroused. But now, as I am basking in it with Enzo, I don’t care

about the whys, only the fact that I’m euphoric. As soon as I’ve covered my breasts with spit, Enzo

mercilessly shoves his cock back into my mouth and I groan.

“I’m gonna shoot in your dirty little mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop, like a good girl.”

Enzo doesn’t wait for my answer. He fucks my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My gagging

sounds seem to make him harder. I want this feeling to go on forever, and that’s when I taste it, his

sweet and salty come.

Enzo groans before pulling out of my mouth. “Open your mouth and show me.”

I sit there on the floor covered in spit, completely vulnerable to this man, and open my mouth,

displaying what he wants.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

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S omething is wrong with me. I think the woman I care about more than anything sitting on the

floor showing me my come in her mouth is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The need to break her

down is so strong, but not to hurt her… To build her up. To show her she belongs to me, that

she’s safe with me.

I cradle her in my arms, a sense of peace falling over me. My mind has raged for most of my life. One

reason I like to kill people is it gives me a sense of control, reminding me that no one can harm me

again like they had in the past. Nothing but murder and mayhem has done that before. Reese changed

that. Now all I need is Reese in my arms. She’s saved me. Now I need to tell her some hard truths

about my plans, and the fear of her walking out plays on a loop in my brain.

Her head tilts back, and she gazes at me, her hand pressed on my shirt. “Why don’t you ever take off

your shirt?”

“They tell the truth to my past.”

“Will you tell me?”

The pleading in her voice pierces a part of my heart I thought died a long time ago, but the thing about

the truth is it can rip everything to shreds. My past is so horrible that telling her could mean I’ll lose

her forever, and there is no way I’ll risk that. “No, principessa. It’s not something I talk about. Ever.

Now stop asking.”

“Why are you like this? Every time I try to get close to you, you have one arm out trying to push me

away.”

I move her off me and place her on the sofa before I storm out of the room. I just need a moment to get

myself together before I fuck it all up. Her footsteps break my concentration, and I flinch at the loud

slam of the door. She’s pissed. I can’t understand why I have to tell her about the past. I don’t even

want to know about my past. That shit was horrific. She doesn’t need to take on my shit. Telling her

would just ruin everything. I don’t want to put that burden on her. I want to barge into the room and

fuck her until she can’t see straight. It seems the only way I can make her happy is with my fuckin’

cock. Doesn’t surprise me. It’s one of two ways that people have always used me.

My eyes go to the liquor cabinet. I rarely drink, but right now I want to drown in the bottle of Jack and

hope that I pass out and don’t have to deal with any of this shit. Soft moans interrupt my plans.

Was she crying?

My fist slams into the wall, punching a hole. “Fuck this.”

I barge into the room, not bothering to knock. Why should I? I own the fuckin’ place. My gaze takes

her in. She’s in a fetal position, hugging a pillow, her body shaking as sobs rack through it. I’ve taken

a lot of punches in my life, been shot, had someone stab me in the spleen, and been left for dead. But

nothing is as gut-wrenching as seeing her crying because I’m not able to give her something that she

obviously needs. I close my eyes and curse myself as I realize I’m about to rip my heart out. “I can’t

bear to hear you cry, but hearing you cry because of me feels like I’m dying.”

At the sound of my voice, she shifts her body, making herself seem smaller somehow. The bed shifts

as I sit on the edge, my back to her, not wanting to see the disgust in her eyes when she hears my truth.

More than anything else, I want to touch her, but the idea of her recoiling from me after I tell her is

something I could never bear. “I was thirteen. My parents and I were watching television. My sister

was with my grandmother, but I really didn’t want to stay there. Gran was nagging me a lot, and I just

wanted to be home playing my video games. I can’t even remember which one I was into. I was in

bed when it happened. I just remember waking up ’cause I was hot, and then I saw the smoke. The

house was on fire, and I didn’t know what to do. A kid who barely paid attention to anything, let alone

fire safety.” I pull my shirt over my head. “I got caught in the fire. They say I was lucky. A firefighter

found me before the flames did any more damage. The man saved my life, though sometimes I wish

I’d died—actually, most nights I wish I’d died. A family took in me, respectable by community

standards, but they weren’t. They ran an underground sex ring, mostly children.”

Reese gasps, and I close my eyes. Realization dawns on me. I won’t let her leave. I’m a sick fuck

who will keep her even when she hates me, disgusted by me, ’cause losing her would be like stopping

my heart. I silently pray to God, the devil, anyone who will listen, that they let her somehow want to

stay with me, that she’ll want me. But I want her here because she wants to be, not because she’s

forced to be. I know how fucked up it is to be someone’s prisoner, and I’m ashamed that I’m willing

to do that to her if needed.

Her fingers gently touch the grotesque marks across my flesh, causing me to wince. No one has

touched my bare skin in fifteen years. Those who tried saw the monster, a monster I’d created to

protect myself.

“Enzo…”

“The burns aren’t all from the fire. It’s how they controlled me. If I didn’t do what they wanted, they’d

douse me up in lighter fluid and burn the spot.”

“Jesus, Enzo.”

“Your father is the one who controls it all.”

Her touch leaves my flesh. She might as well burn me herself, because the pain of knowing this

moment is the last time she’ll touch me is enough to put me on my knees. “Don’t leave me, Reese.”

My fingers encircle her throat, forcing her onto the bed, the hunger in me desperate to be freed. I

should despise her. She’s the daughter of the man who haunts my nightmares, but she’s also the balm

that softens my crippled, demented soul. “You can never leave me. I won’t fuckin’ let you.”

I crush my lips to hers. The kiss isn’t gentle. It isn’t kind. It’s the kiss of a man drowning and clasping

to the only lifeline he’s ever known. Reese is my salvation, and if I lose her, then I’ll lose the only

reason I have to live. “I breathe with you.”

Her fingers tug at my hair, and I take the pain. She’s the only one I will allow to cause it. If she wants

it rough, she can have it, because she gives back so much more than any type of physical pain she can

take out on my body. I cup her pussy with rough hands and savor her moans against my lips. “You

need me to fill your cunt, don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, I pierce her with two fingers, and she

screams, head thrashing against a pillow. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I bring them to her

lips. “Open up.”

Her lips fall open for me without hesitation, and my cock stiffens. She doesn’t even know what she’s

giving me with her trust, that she allows me to degrade her, fuck her, show her every hard facet of my

body and take it without complaint. I force my fingers into her mouth, all the way to the back of her

throat, making her gag on them. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

Her lust-filled hooded eyes answer my call when she closes her lips around my digits and sucks all

her come off my fingers.

“Who’s are you?”

She doesn’t answer.

I whip my fingers out of her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw, holding her immobile, the trace

of her saliva on my fingers now transported to her cheek. “I said, who do you belong to, slut?”

Her nails dig into my shoulder, branding over the burn marks left there years ago. I welcome the

sensation, revel in it. I want her marks on me, marks made from passion and desire. Marks that I want

replacing all the burned flesh that has incinerated me.

Her teeth tug at my earlobe before she whispers, “I belong to you.”

I shove her legs apart with my knee and pierce her sweet pussy with my cock. “Mine.”

My thrusts are violent, demanding, and she matches them with the same heat. My fingers pull and tug

at her nipples, dousing her pleasure with slight pain.“I’m going to use all your holes until you’re too

tired to walk straight. I’m gonna own you, heart, body, and soul.”

Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“It’s forever. That’s what it is. You’re mine forever.” I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach.

“Ass up, baby. Show me that sexy ass of yours.”

Her knees slide up the bed until she’s on all fours. She’s a vision.

I kiss her cheek. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me until I get my fill.” When she nods, I slap her

ass. “What did I say about nodding? You need to say yes.”

“Yes.”

My hands fist her breast, holding on to her, while my dick finds a nice little spot in her cunt. “You

need my cock, don’t you, baby? You know what you’re good for… To milk my cock until you have my

come leaking out of your tight cunt.”

“Yes. Enzo, please.”

I yank her hair like it’s a horse’s rein. “Yes, baby, beg for my cock like a good little cock slut. Tell me

how it’s the only time you feel you’re worth anything. When my cock is in one of your holes.”

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve filled all three of your holes. One down. Two to

go.”

She’s at my mercy, and I’m going to destroy her, leaving her desperate for me and no one else. This

wave of possessiveness is sick even for me, but I don’t care. I am going to ruin her because somehow

she has ruined me.

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M y hands fist the sheets, but I really wanted to dig my nails into him. The blissful pain of Enzo

pulling my hair makes me wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’ve always fantasized

about being used like this, wanted it like this, craved it in such a depraved way, like I’m

priceless. Some may judge the way Enzo talks to me or how he treats my body during sex, but for me

Enzo’s words make me feel special. The more he degrades me, the more I want it. It’s my drug of

choice. It’s the fuel in our passion, and I love it.

No matter what, I’m safe with Enzo. He’d never hurt me. Maybe I knew from that first night at the

club. Enzo is my twin flame, the other half of me. He might not be perfect to others, but he is to me.

He slides his fingers along my mouth, and I open my lips, taking in his fingers. He pushes farther, and

drool falls from the corner of my mouth. He catches it, wiping it along my face before he slaps me,

and I scream as I come.

“Good girl. Come on my cock, baby.”

He keeps pumping into me. I adjust myself, and he allows the movement. Now he is beneath me and

I’m on top. I climb back onto his dick and start riding him. His eyes close, and a guttural moan

escapes his lips. His hands roughly massage my sides, fisting the flesh there, branding my skin with

his fiery touch. Enzo’s thumb rubs against the tattoo on my right side, the tattoo that my father gave me

when I was 10 years old. His touch helps erase the memory.

“You’re so beautiful, riding my cock,” he growls before he captures my mouth in a searing kiss.

Kissing Enzo erases everything, like nothing matters except the two of us at this moment. Two fucked-

up people getting lost in each other. My heart expands with so much love for this man. He isn’t a good

man, or a kind one, but he is perfect for me in every single way.

“Fuck, you’re a goddess. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You get that, right?”

“Yes,” I pant, my arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his flesh, showing him the pleasure he

is unleashing in me.

Enzo grabs on to my neck and slams us around so that he is on top of me. His hands frame my face, not

so gently, his cock moving faster and faster until he releases in me. “Fuck. I had no idea sex could be

like this.”

“I’ve got nothing to compare it to, but you’re alright, I suppose.”

Amusement flashes in his eyes. “Alright? Alright?”

“I think you need a little more practice.”

A deep, visceral growl escapes his mouth, and I swear the vibrations go straight to my clit. He lifts

me off the bed and tosses me across his lap, ass up. “I’ll fuckin’ show you more practice…”

“Ow!” I scream when he slaps my ass. “That actually hurt.”

“That’s what a punishment’s supposed to do, principessa. Hurt.”

I smile as his hand rubs the spot that he just attacked with his massive hands. He hits me again, but

this time I sigh into the sheets. Enzo’s hand creeps on to my head, pushing me down on the mattress

before he attacks my ass one, two, three more times. I groan, relishing the pain before two of his giant

fingers invade my pussy. He isn’t gentle, and I’m basking in it.

“Damn. Didn’t know there was a party happening here,” a deep voice with an Irish accent says.

Before I know what’s happening, Enzo has me tucked away, covered in the duvet.

“What the fuck, Ciaran? How’d you get in here?”

The big blond guy from the warehouse grins, displaying his two very abnormal sharp incisors. They

almost look like fangs. He jingles a set of keys. “These.”

Enzo opens the nightstand, and something silver flashes in his hand. I take a minute to register what it

is. A Zippo. He holds it in his hand like most people hold a gun.

Ciaran tugs at the chains around his neck, his grin getting wider. “Should have gone for your gun,

Enzo. Pussy seems to make your brain go soft.”

“What the fuck’s takin’ so long?” Another man appears, one I haven’t seen before. He’s wearing a

black suit and has short black hair. He looks like an established financier, not someone you’d think

would hang out with someone like Ciaran.

“Vance, what the hell are you doing here? I’m surprised you left Clarissa,” Enzo says before putting

his lighter back on the nightstand.

“Ciaran and Finn called. We’ve got Ferreri. We thought you’d like the honor, but if you don’t…”

“You have my father? Where?”

Ciaran and Enzo pass a look at each other.

“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” Vance asks, looking between the other two men.

“Enzo here seems to have stuck his pen in Ferreri’s daughter well,” Ciaran chuckles.

“What the fuck, Enzo? You were supposed to use her as collateral, not fuck her,” Vance says. His eyes

are cold. He looks every bit like a killer as the other two do.

But their looks aren’t what wound me. Vance’s words do. You were supposed to use her as

collateral, not fuck her.

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S he’s upset. That fucker had to open his mouth and put that damn sad look on Reese’s face. I’m

going to punch Vance in the face until all that’s left of him is blood and brains. “Get out.” Reese

goes to move, and I grab her wrist, my cock on display, giving my two asshole friends more than

an eye view. “Not you.”

Vance got the gist right away, but Ciaran, the fuckin’ buffoon, stands there rubbing lip back and forth

against those stupid fangs. “Get out, Ciaran, before I take out my gun and blow your brains against the

wall.”

“I think I’d like to stay, just to see you try,” Ciaran chuckles.

I pull Reese with me to the dresser, pull out my gun, and point it directly at Ciaran. “Get the fuck

out. ”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Did you see what happened to Luc when he tried to get between me and something I wanted?”

“Luc,” Ciaran says as he walks over to me, putting his forehead right up to the barrel of the gun,

“wasn’t there with you during the worst of it.”

The crazy motherfucker. “Get the fuck out, Ciaran. This is your last warning.”

“I’ll leave ’cause I want to, not because your ass told me to.”

“I don’t care. Get the fuck out.”

Ciaran laughs before turning to Reese. “I’m not sure what you’ve done to him, but he would have shot

the brains of his oldest friend out to be alone with you. Don’t fuck him up. Too many have already

been there and done that. Don’t break him.”

Ciaran’s words have more truth in them than Reese knows, but I ignore them and turn to her. I need

her to understand that what Vance said wasn’t true. She was never just part of a plan. The door closes

behind Ciaran. As I go to hug Reese, she flinches. “You wound me, principessa.”

“Not as much as you wounded me.”

“I didn’t know who you were that night at the club. You were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I

wanted you. I craved you without even knowing you.”

“So what would’ve happened if you had? Would you have slit my throat instead of fuckin’ me?”

“No, Reese. My plan was never to kill you.”

“What was it, then? Fuck me, make me fall in love with you, and then what? Ruin me by ripping it all

away from me?”

“Do you?” I ask, peering into her dark eyes.

She pulls the duvet higher, trying to hide more of her skin from my vision.

“Love me?”

She looks away from me. I hate it. I want to rip the duvet off her, slam her against the wall, and fuck

her until neither of us sees straight. Bend her over and punish her with my cock, hands, and mouth

until the only reason she’s mad is with lust.

“’Cause I fuckin’ love you.”

Her hand goes to her heart, eyes wide at my little admission.

“I’ve never said those words to anyone else.”

“Not even your parents or your kid sister?”

“Don’t be a smart-ass.” I step closer to her, forcing her up against the wall. She’s got nowhere to go

but straight into my arms. “So do you?”

“Do I what?”

I rip the duvet off her, my rock-hard cock now pressing against her soft curves. I thrust two fingers

into her pussy. “Don’t make me fuck the words out of you.”

Her lips part, her eyes go wide, her head tilts back, and she bangs the wall. “Why are you doing this

to me?”

“I fuckin’ own you. Every part of you, including your damn heart. Now say it.”

She purses her lips, the fuckin’ brat.

My thumb rubs at her clit, making her moan. I can tell she’s close. Her eyes are hooded, and her

breathing speeds up. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Enzo. Please don’t stop.”

She’s about to hit her crescendo, and I stop. Her eyebrows furrow, and her lips are set in a straight

line. Confusion hits her face and then anger. I smirk at her while sliding the two fingers that were in

her cunt into my mouth and lick. “Good enough to eat.”

“Then do it,” she demands.

My fingers play with a strand of her long dark hair, “I will, gladly”—her face breaks into a cat-that-

ate-the-canary grin—“once you say the words.”

Her hands fly to her hips, and she glares at me. “Now.”

I can’t help but bark a laugh. The girl has so much fire in her. “Oh no, principessa.” I push her against

the wall, my fingers pressing into her delicate neck. “I’m the only one who gives orders around here.”

She slaps me hard across the face, and I’m so fuckin’ turned on. I grab the back of her neck, my

forehead connecting to hers. “You don’t want to play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll win every

fuckin’ time.” I grab her leg, putting it around my hip before my cock invades her warm pussy. My

hand never leaves her neck, holding her against the wall. She slaps at me again. I smirk at her, which

seems to infuriate her. She slaps at me a third time, but she never once asks me to stop. Stop isn’t

what she is thinking as her eyes dilate and she lets out a moan through her perfect pink lips. “You’re

so wet and ready for me, baby. Fight it all you want, but you're mine. You want me more than anything

else in this world, just like I want you.”

She slaps me again, harder than before. I let go of her neck and slap her face gently, hearing her moan.

Her cunt clenches on my cock like a damn vise. She’s as crazy as I am. The girl actually gets turned

on from the slap. I’ve never hit a woman before. It’s a little fucked up that I’d hit the only girl I’ve

ever loved, but seeing the lust in Reese’s eyes unleashes the animal within me.

“Look at you Principessa, getting wet from being slapped. So turned on because I use you like my

personal little whore. Aren’t you ashamed that you’ve turned into a dirty little slut for me?”

“Yes,” she screams. “Use me.”

My thumb brushes against her lips, and I withdraw. “Gladly, when you tell me what I want to hear.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“But I’m your asshole.” I slide my hands up and down my cock, and I see her eyes flash, watching me.

She licks her lips, driving me crazy. I want nothing more than to bury myself in her warm pussy and

have us both coming, shaking the damn walls and making my guys wish they were deaf. “Say it,

Reese, and this rock-hard cock is all yours.”

“No.”

No, she actually says now. She’s got a death wish. Murdered by my cock, ’cause I swear I will fuck

her until she withers and dies if she doesn’t say those words to me. I fist her hair and drag her to the

bed. Her ass is in front of me. I pull apart her ass cheeks and spit straight into her asshole.

“Enzo…” she says, and it’s really the first time there’s alarm in her voice.

I will not fuck her ass dry, but I let her panic. “Shh. All you have to say is the words, Reese.” I stick a

finger in her wet pussy before brushing it against her asshole. She stiffens. “Relax, Principessa. I’m

never gonna hurt you unless you want me to. You should know that by now.”

At my words, the tension leaves her body as she relaxes, and I gently circle her asshole before I slide

my finger inside, and Reese moans. Her body shifts to accommodate the small intrusion. I jam my

cock into her pussy and groan. She’s so fuckin’ tight, so wet, so warm. It’s like my cock is in his own

personal heaven. As I fuck her mercilessly, I can’t help thinking how much this girl owns my fuckin’

heart, how I’d bleed, rip off my skin, stab my heart out just to be near her. I’d no idea what life was

until the day I saw her in the club in that stupid cat suit. She’s my everything, and I will be hers, even

if I have to take it. There is nothing gentle about what my cock is doing to her, but then again, there is

nothing gentle about how she has a hold on my heart. “Say it, baby. Three little words.”

Her pussy clenches on my cock, and I’m about to pull out. Reese screams, “I love you.”

I take my finger out of her ass and grab her, my fingers digging into her sides as I pound into her,

letting the warmth of her pussy engulf my cock until we both scream. I grab her hair as I pull her off

the bed and crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is consuming, more than any other. It’s not gentle, it’s not

kind. It’s full of desperation, despair, desire, and it’s a kiss letting both of us understand that from this

moment, we are two souls that need the other to survive.

“I love you, Reese. Don’t you ever forget it or doubt it. I’ll fuckin’ kill any fucker who hurts you, and I

won’t think twice about it. You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”

“Would you kill yourself?”

Her question lingers in the room.

“If I hurt you? Yes, I’ll slit my own damn throat.” I don’t really need to think about it. I know I would,

because hurting Reese would mean I’d lose her, and I’d rather die than be without her.

Reese nods, a sexy smile on her beautiful face. “No, Daddy. I’ll slit it before you have a chance.”

“That’s my girl,” I say before I kiss the tip of her nose. “I gotta go see what those two assholes have.”

Reese turns red and buries her head in her hands. “Oh God. They heard everything.”

I shrug as I pull out a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt from the dresser. “Yes, that was the

point.”

“What?”

“They need to know that I’m serious about you. We’ve been after your father since we were kids—

well, Ciaran and I. Vance got pulled into it ’cause he’s like family.”

“What do you mean, after my father?” she asks.

“I’m gonna kill Vincent Ferreri, baby.”

Chapter Eleven

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I ’m gonna kill Vincent Ferreri.

Those words would have horrified a normal person. But the reality is a normal person would

have had a loving relationship with their father. My father isn’t normal. The way he sees me isn’t

normal. I’d been terrified of the man and what he would do to me when I was still playing with dolls.

Enzo's words don’t elicit rage or fear at the idea of losing a loving father. They bring relief at the idea

of finally being rid of my tormentor. Everything that man has done to me isn’t what tips me towards

cheering for his death. It is what he’s done to the man I love so much that in a short time he’s become

the blood that pumps in my veins and the ache that fuels my heart.

After Enzo told me his story and my father’s hand in it, all I wanted to do was blow my father’s

brains out on the floor and watch as the blood drained from his body.

I rub the tattoo on my hip and close my eyes, hoping to shut out the memory of all the vicious scars on

Enzo’s body. The horror of flames licking his skin, eating his sensitive flesh. He was a fuckin’ boy, a

child, and my father and his fucked-up friends had no issues taking his innocence away and using him

until there was nothing left but the monster. Shouldn’t shock me. The fucker has a thing about taking

innocence. He’d tried to take mine. That night after the sex club, I didn't got back home. That was the

night I finally found my voice and left. Enzo had saved me that night, and there is no fuckin’ way I am

letting him face my father alone.

I stop just outside the living room. Enzo, Ciaran, Vance, and Finn have their heads together, their

voices low.

“You sure you can trust her?” Vance asks.

“You sure you can trust Clarissa?” Enzo spits out.

“She’s my wife, motherfucker. Of course I trust her.”

“Don’t pull your shit with me, Vance. She was a random girl you saw at the club one night, and that

was it. You claimed her as yours and didn’t care how insane you became because of it. I was there

when you chopped off a dude’s finger ’cause he touched her elbow. One look at her, and you’d claim

her as your ride or die. Reese is mine. None of you fuckers are to scare or intimidate her. You give

her the same level of respect you give me. Got it?”

The three of them exchange tense looks. I don’t want Enzo to lose his family because of me.

“If you say she’s in, then she’s in,” Ciaran says. “I’ll always have your back.”

The other two nod, which seems to satisfy Enzo.

“So who’s watching him at the warehouse?” Enzo asks.

“Tony and Hawkley,” Vance says.

I barge into the conversation. “I’m coming with you.”

Enzo glares at me. “The fuck you are.”

That man has done so many horrific things, and Enzo has suffered the worst of it, but I want to look in

his eyes before he dies. I want to see him suffer like he’s made others suffer. I want to know that the

nightmare is over. “Enzo, please. I know how to use a gun. I learned from my uncle Paulie when I was

a kid. I’m not helpless. I don’t want to be this pathetic woman who waits around like my mother. If

you want me like you say you do, then you want a partner. So let me be one, a partner in everything.”

“Principessa,” Enzo snarls. I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a plea. “It’s fuckin’ dangerous. I can’t

concentrate when you’re around, and no matter what a piece of shit he is, the man is your father.”

I pull down my pants slightly and lift my shirt.

Enzo snarls, practically jumping in front of me to hide my body from the other guys. “What the fuck

are you doing?”

“This tattoo, the snake? It’s a brand, Enzo. I was ten years old when he fuckin’ put this on me. You

know who he puts this on?”

Enzo rubs at a tattoo on the inside of his wrist. “Yes. It’s the label he puts on his whores.”

I nod, barely able to get the next words out because of the lump in my throat. “That night, when I came

to the club… I went there because I wanted to have a say about how and to whom I lost my virginity.

That man was going to rip everything away from me. The only reason he wasn’t able to sell me out

sooner was because of my uncle. He protected me, kept me safe. I’m pretty sure that protection cost

him his life.”

“I’m gonna gut him like a fish before I burn the fucker to a crisp,” Enzo spits.

“What’s mine is yours, brother,” Vance says, holding a boning knife in his hand.

Enzo ignores him, his dark eyes peering into mine as if he’s trying to search for something.

My heart beats wildly as I take in this handsome, dangerous man who’s wrapped himself around all

my joy. I never expected to find someone like him. I didn’t even hope to find a man half as amazing as

him.

“You sure about this?”

I cup his face in my hands. “Yes, I’m sure. I need to be there.”

“Then you’ll be there.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Ciaran says. His face is stern, and he’s turning the large chain around his

neck in his hand, looking lethal. I am sure that he could kill a man with his hands without even

breaking a sweat.

“She’s coming,” Enzo says, not taking his eyes off me.

Chapter Twelve

E NZO

“Y ou sure you want to do this?” I ask Reese. She’s aiming the gun at Vance’s head, getting a feel

for the metal.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she says.

I can’t help but chuckle at the way he’s growling at her. “My wife won’t like it if you manage to

somehow take off my head ’cause you don’t know how to handle that thing.”

“I can handle myself just fine, Vance. Your missus is totally in excellent hands. So what’s the plan?”

“We go in there and kill the motherfucker,” Ciaran chimes in, flashing his fangs.

Vance shoots a disgusted look at him. “You gonna drain him like a vampire?”

“Fuck you, man. The ladies love them.” Ciaran wags his eyebrows. “Sharpened for her pleasure.”

I chuckle. “Your father is already there at the warehouse. You probably don’t even need the gun. He’s

tied up under the supervision of our men. There really isn’t any plan other than going in there, setting

him on fire, and leaving.”

“It you already have him, then why the hell do you have a cavalry going in with you?”

I shrug. “Poetic justice. Ciaran, Finn, and I have had our lives wrecked by him, and well, Vance has

been playing house and needs a little more excitement in his life.”

Vance raises an eyebrow, appearing every bit the lethal killer. “Wait until you’re playing house

yourself, brother.”

I smile at my old friend, flicking the Zippo on and off. “I think I’m good. I’m marrying a principessa.

Her blood lust runs deep.”

“Marrying?” Reese asks, her gaze fixed on me.

God, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful that it actually hurts to look at her. She’s the bright light at the end of

the dark tunnel known as my life. She better believe I am going to marry her. There’s no way in hell

I’m losing her, the best thing to have ever happened to me.

“Yes, when all this is done, I’m putting a ring on it.”

“Do I even have a say in this?”

“Nope.”

“I’m holding a gun, Enzo. You sure you want to play that game?”

“Baby, if you don’t marry me, you might as well shoot me, ’cause there’s no way I’m ever letting you

go.”

She cracks a smile, leans over, and kisses me on the cheek. “You’re fuckin’ crazy.”

“Say the rest,” I demand.

“And I fuckin’ love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Ciaran makes gagging sounds as he pretends to choke himself on his chains. We both turn and flash

him a dirty look. Mine much more lethal than Reese’s.

“What? You two are pretty fuckin’ disgusting. All this lovey-dovey bullshit. All my boys are dropping

one by one like flies.” He points a finger at Finn. “And this one is no barrel of laughs. He barely

fuckin’ talks.”

“I can’t wait until you find someone, asshole,” I say, my arms around Reese’s shoulder, moving her

body closer to mine.

“Fat fuckin’ chance. Once you settle down, you’re fucked for life. Besides, my tastes are a little too

much for most women to deal with long-term.”

Vance and I stare at each other and both start laughing. “Yes, we said that too.”

T he warehouse is on the outskirts of town. Vance and I bought it years ago, thinking we’d turn it

into a club. Maybe we will someday, but in the meantime, we’ve been using it to dispose of

people who’d become a liability. It was a discreet place that didn’t bring about questions.

As we walk in, our men circling around Vincent, step aside. When the fucker sees my face, I can see

the fear flash in his cold, calculating blue eyes. Then that fear turns into confidence, I’m sure he thinks

he can fuck with my mind like he used to, but those days are long gone. I’d trained my whole life for

this moment, sold my soul to the devil just so I’d have time to watch the flames engulf him and burn

his flesh like he’d done to mine and to so many other children.

I pull the blade out of my jacket. Knives aren’t my thing, never have been. Those are more Vance’s

tool of choice, but after what Reese told me, I want the fucker to suffer for as long as possible. I grit

my teeth, walk right up to the fucker, and slice his ear clean off. His scream reverberates through the

building, making a painful sound that to me is the most beautiful music one could hear. It is the sound

of pain and desperation. Vincent Ferreri now knows what it’s like to live in absolute fear.

Before I can do anything, Reese runs up to him, hitting him in the face with the barrel of a gun. “How

could you?” she yells. Her voice is so full of anguish and pain that it almost brings me to my knees.

“They were fuckin’ kids. How fuckin’ soulless are you?”

“Reese, honey,” Vincent croaks out, tilting his head to stop the blood gushing from his ear. “You need

to shoot them. They’re crazy. They are gonna kill me, then your momma, and then you. Just shoot them,

baby. Kill them, and we can get the hell out of here.”

Reese’s leg springs out, and she kicks him square in the face. Vincent’s body goes flying.

Damn. I didn’t know she could kick like that. She’s been holding out on me in bed.

Reese crouches down in front of him, and unease creeps up my spine. I know she’s safe. There are

five of us here. Vincent’s tied up, but I know what the fucker is capable of, and I don’t like my girl

that close to him. “You’re a piece of shit. I’d never help you. I’m here to watch you die, Dad. Here so

that I can make sure the person I love most in the world finally gets the justice he so desperately

deserves.”

Vincent’s eyes round. “Reese, tesoro. I’m your papa. Don’t do this. You’ll never forgive yourself.”

A diabolical laugh escapes her perfectly fuckable mouth. It’s cold and uncaring, something I’ve never

heard from Reese that gets my cock hard as steel. “I’m never gonna regret staring into your eyes while

you die, Vincent. It’s God’s work, if you ask me.” With that, she gets up, spits in his face, and walks to

stand beside me.

Ciaran flashes his fangs as he walks toward Vincent. He pours the lighter fluid on the older man’s

head, drenching him in it. He says nothing. He just looks at Finn then at me and nods. I flick the Zippo

open and start heading towards him, when Reese grabs my arm. Well, fuck, she’s probably going to

ask me to spare the fucker’s life, and the sick part is that I’d do it. If she wants me to not kill the

asshole, I won’t. That’s how much control she’s got over me.

“I want to do it, if that’s okay with you.”

Her words are bitter, and they are shocking. Never in a million years did I expect her to want to be

the one who takes the fucker out. “You sure about this?”

“Yes,” she whispers, holding her hand out to me.

“You want to use this?” I ask, holding the Zippo up.

“Yes. He hurt you with fire, and now I want to hurt him the same way. He should go out that way,

burning on earth before he meets the devil in the pits of hell.”

I’ve been waiting my whole life to kill this man, but having it done by his own flesh and blood is

some sort of sick poetic justice. I pass Reese the Zippo. “Light him up, baby.”

With no hesitation or doubt, she walks right up to Vincent, flicks the Zippo, and lights the only ear he

has remaining on fire.

Vincent’s tortured screams come crumbling around us, and as much as I should enjoy the painful death

of the fuckin’ monster, my eyes can only focus on Reese. My beautiful girl. The flames illuminate her

face, making her appear like a phoenix as she walks away from a writhing Vincent. He’s bound and

completely helpless. All he can do is cry in torment.

I open my arms to her, and she walks straight into them as we watch Vincent thrash and scream until

the only thing that remains is a charred corpse, the smell of burning flesh, and the sound of silence.

“You okay?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes. Are you?”

“As long as I’ve got you, I’m more than okay, principessa. I’m fuckin’ king.”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I’ll marry you.”

Epilogue

T WO YEARS LATER

R EESE

M y cheeks hurt from smiling, from looking at the giant-ass rock on my ring finger. “I can’t

believe we’re married.”

Enzo drapes his arm around me, placing a kiss on my head. “Better believe it, baby. I signed,

sealed, and delivered.”

“So when are you two popping out a kid like this fool over here?” Ciaran asks while pointing to

Vance.

“Never,” Enzo and I say together.

When we got married, I made it clear to him I didn’t want kids. For some, that’s a deal breaker, but I

decided early in life that motherhood wasn’t for me. If I have kids, I want to do an older adoption.

Kids like Enzo, Ciaran, and Finn once were. Children who were put into situations they had no

control over needed love and guidance as much as a little baby. When I’d told Enzo, he’d lifted me

off the ground, kissing me like I’d told him the secret to eternal youth.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Vance asks for the hundredth time as he twirls a blade on the

waiting room table. A few of the grandmas in the room keep eyeing him. One even has her cell phone

clutched in her hand just in case she has to call 9-1-1.

“Should you tell Vance to put the knife away? He’s scaring the old ladies,” I whisper in Enzo’s ear.

“If he puts the knife away, those little old ladies will definitely have something to call the cops about.

That right there might look scary, but it’s calming the fucker down. You’d think Clarissa was having

major surgery with how cagey he’s being.”

“Why isn’t he the one in there instead of her friend Emily?”

Enzo grins. “’Cause when Clarissa gave birth the first time, he told the doctor that if she screamed

one more time, he was going to put a knife through his head. She didn’t want to go through that again,

so she asked her friend Emily to go in with her.”

A nurse walks in, and Vance jumps so fast that it appears humanly impossible. “She okay?”

“Yes, Mr. Matthew, she’s fine. You have a beautiful baby boy. She says you can go in and see her

now.”

Vance mumbles something under his breath and runs out of the waiting room. I put my head on Enzo’s

shoulder and sigh.

“You sure you don’t want kids?” he asks. “I know I’ve got some damage, but if you want them, I’ll

give them to you.”

I lace my fingers in his, bring his knuckles to my mouth, and kiss them. I feel lucky that I’ve got him in

my life. “Yes, I’m sure. I never wanted kids. I’m thrilled with just the two of us.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“But what about the baby?”

“We can come back tomorrow. I’m sure Clarissa is tired, and Vance will hover so badly that it won’t

matter. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? You finally gonna show me the tattoo on your wrist that you’ve been hiding for days?”

“Yes, a surprise, and don’t ask any more questions. You’ll see it when we get home.”

“O kay, we’re home. What’s the surprise?”

Enzo takes my hand and walks me to the bedroom. There is a massage table set up with

another table beside it full of what looks like tattooing items, including a tattoo gun and ink. I feel the

dread in my stomach. I only have one tattoo—a snake, my father’s brand. The experience turned me

off so much that I never want to step into a shop and experience the gun buzzing in my ear or gliding

down my skin ever again.

Enzo steps in front of me, his strong hands cupping my face as he brings his forehead to mine. “I want

to replace it. I want to take all your nightmares and turn them into something beautiful, the way you’ve

done for me. I just need you to trust me. You think you can do that?”

My beautiful man, the pleading look in his eyes, the longing for me to put all my faith into him just like

he’d put in me. I’m shocked he doesn’t know that I trust him so much that if he put a gun to my head in

anger, I’d put the barrel in my mouth and wouldn’t move because I know he’d never hurt me. “Yes, of

course I trust you, with my life.”

Enzo smirks, moving to stand behind me, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. “Good.” He

smacks my ass. “Take your pants off and hop on.”

I slide my jeans off, climb onto the bed, and lie down. “So what are you gonna brand me with?”

Enzo wags his eyebrows and smirks, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “Property of Enzo, obviously.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head, and then I glance at the somber expression in his eyes and

freeze. “You’re joking, right?”

His hand flies to his heart, and he juts out his bottom lip and pouts. “I thought you trusted me?”

I shrug, relaxing into the table. I suppose if he does brand me with his name, it won’t be the worst

thing. I belong to him, in every single way that’s imaginable. The man is the center of my world and I

to his. “So, who’s doing the tattoo? I didn’t see anyone else in the house.”

“I am. You think I’d ever let any other fucker touch your skin? You don’t want me going on a killing

spree, do you?”

“What? Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Yes, principessa. I’ve been tattooing since I was eighteen. I used to actually run one of Rossi’s

shops that he uses as a front. That was when I started covering all my marks. Tattoos allowed me to

transform my skin into what I wanted, not what it actually was.”

My heart aches at his words, and the anger surges in me. My beautiful husband had so much stripped

away from him, thanks to my father. “I hope the fucker is burning in hell.”

Enzo brushes my hair back, a sad smile that he only lets me see on his face. “That’s over now. We

aren’t wasting our lives thinking about the past. It’s you and me, principessa. As long as we have

each other, none of that other shit matters.”

I nod at him and smile. “Okay, so let’s do this thing.”

His hand’s on my hip as he cleans the top of the snake tattoo. The whole time he is prepping the tattoo

gun, we sit in silence, but when I wince at the first touch of the needle on my skin, I see the fear in

Enzo’s eyes.

“I’m okay. Keep going.”

Enzo nods, his eyes focusing on my hip. I close my eyes, trying to just focus on the hands touching me,

the hands of a man who cherishes me, loves me, will do anything to make sure I am happy. This is

Enzo branding me, not the monster. Enzo my husband. Enzo my love. When I keep chanting the mantra,

my body relaxes, and the buzzing sound of the gun isn’t a trigger anymore, but somehow it’s calming

because the one holding the instrument is the man who would burn the world to make sure I was

happy and safe.

“Okay. It’s done.”

“That’s it?”

Enzo kisses the top of my head; his dark, intense eyes make my stomach flip. “Yes, sweetheart. It

wasn’t a sizeable space to cover. Those rarely take too long, and you did well. I’m proud of you.

Wanna see it? My name looks smokin’ hot on your body.”

I jump off the table, walk to the full-length mirror, and gasp. There on my hip, it’s not the snake

looking back at me anymore. It’s now a white dove, wings out, soaring.

“It’s a symbol of freedom, peace, purity, and hope, because you are all those things, Reese, and I

never want you to forget that.” Enzo unwraps the bandage on the inside of his wrist. He’d gotten a

tattoo a few days ago. He’d told me he’d show me later, refusing to let me have a peek. My gaze flies

to the spot where his own brand was. Now there's a dove, double the size of mine, but in his, in bright

blue letters, right in the middle, he has the word Reese written in a pretty font. My gaze connects to

his, and I burst into tears.

”Shit, if I’d known you’d cry, I would have done Property of Enzo. Is it that bad?”

I turn and leap into his arms, placing frantic kisses all along his face. “No. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.

I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Now take those pants off and fuck me so hard.”

Enzo chuckles, quickly taking off the jeans that hang low on his hips. He bends me over the massage

table, his fingers dipping into my pussy. “Always so wet for me.”

“Always.”

His hands wrap around my throat, holding me still when his dick plunges inside me, making me moan.

“Good. My slut is always ready and waiting for me.”

“Fuck,” I scream as he goes in deep, so deep. “Fuck me harder.”

“You want it hard?” he asks, his hands squeezing my neck.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck it all away. Take me and make me forget everything but you, but us.”

Enzo grunts in my ear. His hands move away from my neck, trailing down my body until they land on

my breasts. His fingers latch on to my nipples as he squeezes and pulls them. “I fuckin’ love these tits.

Touch your clit for me.”

My hand moves down between my legs, my fingers on my clit rubbing as he mercilessly pounds into

me and pulls my nipples so hard I scream at the mix of pain and pleasure that I crave so much.

“Come for me, principessa. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

My pussy clenches, and my entire body is on fire. My head falls back against my rock, my Enzo, and I

come.

Enzo pulls out of me slowly and turns me around. “I’m gonna come all over those tits.”

I tug at his cock, and his come shoots all along my neck and my breasts. He groans as he steps back

and watches me. I smile as my finger gathers some of the come. I move the finger to my lips and hear

him groan as I slip it between my lips and lick it clean.

Enzo groans again before walking over to me and taking a come-covered nipple into his mouth,

collecting his come. When he looks up at me, I open my mouth and he spits the come into it. It’s dirty,

and it’s delicious. “You’re such a dirty girl, and I love you.” He pulls me to him, his mouth crushing

mine. “I love you so fuckin’ much,” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you,” I whisper, trailing my hands down to his cock, which is rock hard again. “Wanna go

again?”

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- Title Page

- Copyright

- Unlocked Desire Series

- Author Notes

- Dedication

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- Introduction

- Chapter 1

- Chapter 2

- Chapter 3

- Chapter 4

- Chapter 5

- Chapter 6

- Chapter 7

- Chapter 8

- Chapter 9

- Chapter 10

- Chapter 11

- Chapter 12

- Epilogue

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Follow Me

Title Page

Copyright

Unlocked Desire Series

Author Notes

Dedication

Contents

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Follow Me

Title Page

Copyright

Unlocked Desire Series

Author Notes

Dedication

Contents