Page 43 of Pen Pal

My footsteps thudded and echoed in the hall; the twists and turns would have been dizzying if I hadn’t practically memorized this prison. Since I’ve spent years here, I knew it like the back of my hand. Vitali had been here longer than I had, and Luca and Ludovic also had years under their belts.

We turned the corner, and I grinned inwardly. The guard swung open the door, unshackling me before he left me inside with my little lawyer.

The room stank with fear, and the smile fell from my face. Amara was staring at her phone, her eyes wide and terrified.

“Who?” I gritted, my strides wide as I closed the distance between us.

The screen saidPrivate Caller, but judging from the number of missed calls, I could only think of one person who would call her that much. Only one man could make my little pen pal reek of that much fear.

Mark.

I balled my fists, clenching my teeth as my blood boiled. I grabbed Amara’s wrist, making her yelp as she dropped her phone, which clattered on the table.

113 missed calls.

That fucker went too far. If he wanted to hear her voice so badly, I'd give him something to listen to.

I pulled Amara to her feet as she whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked into mine, her lower lip trembling.

“No tears,” I cooed, lifting her chin. “Not for him. Never again.”

She nodded, searching my gaze, her eyes flitting over my face as if she reminded herself it was me before her, not her ex.

But she needed to remember that I was more dangerous than he was. Maybe then she’d never fear him again.

“Y-your defense—” she stammered.

“Fuck my defense,” I grunted. “We both know I’m guilty, baby. But so are you.”

“G-guilty? Of what?” she stuttered as I crowded her, forcing her to sit on the table to avoid a collision.

“Of being with that piece of shit for too long,” I growled. “But I don’t blame you, my little pen pal. I’ll make you forget he ever touched you.”

I slid my hand up her thigh, pleased to see she finally didn’t wear panties. I smirked, shimmying her skirt up, bunching it around her waist as I pressed my hips into hers, letting her feel the hard bulge swelling just for her.

“Enzo,” she gasped, her hands reaching for my pants as she fumbled with them.

My hand wrapped around her throat, and I turned her around, bending her over and pressing her face against the cool surface. She whimpered, spreading her legs and sticking up her ass, ready for me.

I chuckled as I spat on her hole. Her pussy clenched, already weeping for me, and I fell to my knees. She looked so good in those heels and that skirt and tight blouse, and now she was bare for me. Her heady scent invaded my nostrils, and my mouth watered. I spread her apart, gently circling her clit as she cried out, her legs stiffening in response.

I slipped my tongue inside her, groaning at her sweet taste as her flavor burst on my tongue. She rotated her hips against my face, moaning softly, biting into her fist as I alternated the pressure of my fingers, tracing patterns on her sensitive, throbbing clit.

“Keep it down,” I warned, glancing at the door. “You wouldn’t want the guards to hear, would you?”

She shook her head, trying to peer around to see what I was doing to her. But that was half the fun. The view was obscured by her round, perfect ass.

She yelped as I replaced my tongue with my fingers, spearing her, spreading them to stretch herout and prepare her for me. She was already gushing wet.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, rubbing her clit generously. “Are you close already?”

She nodded, rocking back on my fingers, desperate for it. Amara had completely forgotten about Mark, losing herself to the pleasure only I could offer her.

“I’m going to ruin you for any other man,” I whispered against her swollen flesh. “You won’t be able to even make yourself come without thinking of me.”

I bit her ass cheek, and she bit her fist, moaning as her pussy strangled my fingers, fluttering as she burst on them. I bit the backs of her thighs as she contorted before me, her clit pulsing against my insistent fingers.

I didn’t let her recover. I rose to my feet, tugging my uniform pants down, freeing my throbbing cock. I placed the tip at her entrance, slathering her juices all over me as I sucked my fingers dry of her. “Delicious,” I groaned as I took her phone, seeing the screen light up withPrivate Caller.

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