Page 47 of Pen Pal

“You wouldn’t—”

Enzo brandished a military-grade knife and stabbed it in one of his thighs. Mark screamed as blood seeped into his jeans.

Enzo shoved the gag back in Mark’s mouth, laughing. “Maybe you’ll change your mind,” he murmured, gently taking my butcher knife from my hand. “I’ve got many knives, and I’ll turn you into my personal pincushion.”

My blood buzzed as I watched Enzo attack the man who had abused me for years, a man who nearly killed me more than once. I was in the same room with two dangerous men, but somehow, I knew that no serious harm would come to me.

“Stop,” I murmured, reaching for Enzo—

But it was a mistake. Still on edge, he grabbed my wrist and turned, pinning me against the wall and holding it above my head. He was breathing hard, and our breaths mingled, and I didn’t fight him. I gazed into his eyes through the mask, and they were dark, broody, and dangerous, and I drowned in their depths.

“Fuck, baby,” Enzo purred, gripping my throat as he pulled me to him, his lips clashing against mine. He forced my lips open with his tongue, and his frenzied movements made my knees weak. I whimpered as he gripped my tongue with his teeth, circling the tip with his tongue.

“Whore!” Mark shouted through his gag. It stung, and I pulled away, my passion retreating.

“He doesn’t get to do that anymore, baby,” Enzo insisted, tilting my chin so I had to look at him again. “Don’t let him rob you of your pleasure ever again.”

The breath left my lungs as he lifted me, carrying me to my bed before laying me across it, my hair fanned out on the sheets. Our profiles faced Mark, and he struggled against his chains.

“Let him watch,” Enzo chuckled.

Enzo’s hot hand slid up my arms, still covered in that black glove. It was smooth latex and clickedsomething cold and hard against my wrists. I looked up, stunned to realize he handcuffed me to one of my bedposts.

He slithered away from me, turning to some sort of black bag he brought with him. He removed a large pair of scissors and came at me, his eyes crinkled in a smile hidden beneath his mask.

I lay before him, trembling as he cut my clothes off, pushing the remnants off me, peeling back the layers like wrappings on a present. My breath was shaky, my body buzzing, caught between fear and something more depraved--desire.

Enzo brandished a gun, holding it loosely in his grip, watching me with the same detached amusement I was sure he gave his victims. But I wasn't a victim, not yet.

"Open," he ordered, pressing the cold barrel against my bottom lip.

I hesitated, my eyes shifting to Mark before my tongue darted out, tasting the bitter tang of the metal.

“Don’t look at him,” he snapped, forcing my face to his. “Look at me.”

I whimpered, nodding.

He chuckled darkly, giving his head a little shake. "Do I need to remind you who's in control?"The safety clicked off, and my pulse stuttered, my blood going cold.

Slowly, I parted my lips, and he slid the barrel past them, the steel foreign and threatening against my tongue.

"Good girl," he murmured, dragging his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip until pain laced my scalp. "Now suck."

I obeyed, hollowing my cheeks around the weapon, sucking it deeper in my mouth.

His breathing deepened, his pupils dilating. "See? You can be so good when you try." The gun slid free, trailing down my throat, between my breasts, and lower still.

The promise in his eyes was darker than any abyss, and I knew that whatever happened next, I would never be the same.

Enzo rose, spitting on the gun before he nudged my legs apart. He hummed as the barrel slid through my juices, circling my entrance as my hips bucked.

He pressed the gun inside, slowly at first, increasing the pressure until it bottomed out inside me. This gun was bigger than the last one he used on me, and it stung as it stretched me, the cold bite unforgiving, the hard steel a deadly promise.

Enzo rolled up part of his mask, smirking at me as his lips clamped on my clit, pulling me into his mouth, scraping against his teeth. I cried out, and he moved his gun inside me, stroking it in and out of me, stretching me to the limit as he tongued my clit, sending sparks of ecstasy through my core.

I heard Mark screaming through his gag, trying to take my pleasure from me and interrupt us, but it didn’t work. His protest only made me hotter, knowing that he disapproved of this curled hot coils in my lower belly.

Then Enzo flicked his tongue against my clit, and I was a goner. He pressed a hand to my mouth as I screamed, gyrating against his mouth and gun as I clenched so hard it hurt. I sobbed, my orgasm soul-crushing as it flooded over me, leaving nothing left in its wake.

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