Page 91 of The Toy Collector

His hand slides up my spine and fists in my hair, yanking my head up so I can see my reflection. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes glossy as my mouth opens in shock and pleasure. And behind me, Enzo is alldark muscles and sharp control.

He’s relentless and so fuckingmine.

“Look at yourself,” he snarls. “You made this happen. You mademelike this. And you’ve never looked more perfect, Toy.”

Tears prick my eyes, but they’re not from pain. Not even from pleasure. I’m overwhelmed and so fucking confused I barely recognize myself right now. My body wants him, that much is true. But I don’t know ifIwant him, or if he’s just that good at playing me.

“Stop thinking,” he demands, fucking me harder. “You want this. You wantme.Why do you keep lying to yourself by fighting it?”

“I don’t want you,” I gasp, but we both know it’s a lie.

“Say it.” He thrusts the handle almost all the way into me, keeping it there. “Say who you belong to.”

“No one,” I hiss, willing to say just about anything to deny my thought about him being mine. He isn’t.

Enzo angles his hand so the heel presses against my clit, roughly rubbing it until I’m a whimpering, trembling mess. “Stop lying,” he demands.

Instead of answering him, I press my lips together.

“If you come on the handle, Toy, you belong to me,” he growls. “And if you don’t say it out loud, I’ll continue to fuck it out of you.”

I don’t bother protesting; I know my body well enough to know he’s going to make me climax. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to act like this is okay. I asked him to stop, and he didn’t. So I’m not going down without a fight. I find his gaze in the mirror, keeping my eyes on his while he expertly works my pussy.

“Mhmm, your cunt’s clenching so tight. I can feel the resistance.” His voice is filled with gravel.

I’m unable to keep my moans at bay, but I still don’t give him any words. Not even when he tilts the handle, so it hits that magical spot inside me.

He hisses, pushing into me so hard the mirror rattles. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

His hand doesn’t stop grinding against my nub, even as I shake my head in desperate defiance. My thighs tremble, my breath hitches, my walls flutter around the handle, betraying every word I haven’t said.

He groans, low and vicious. “You’re going to soak this handle for me, Toy. And when you do, you’ll know exactly who you fucking belong to.”

I bite my lip so hard it bleeds, desperate to keep the sob inside me from becoming a moan. I can’t let him win. I can’t. He circles harder, faster, making it impossible to keep my sounds locked down tight.

I come with a broken scream, my body convulsing, my release hitting me so hard I nearly collapse. The pleasure is blinding, savage, humiliating—and still, I chase it. I grind against the plastic like a broken toy that’s forgotten how to do anything else.

“There she is,” he purrs, the words dripping with triumph. “My greedy, lying little toy.”

He continues to fuck me with the handle.

“You’re mine,” he grits. “Say it, Piper. Or I’ll make this last all day.”

My mouth opens—but I don’t know if it’s to defy or beg him. I don’t know anything anymore. Just him. “I’m yours,” I whisper, broken and breathless.

I barely register it when he removes the handle and replaces it with his cock, sheathing himself inside me with one vicious stroke.

“Yes. You. Are,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “And now that you’ve finally admitted it, you can have what you refused to beg for.”

Enzo grabs my hips, holding me so hard it hurts. I whimper and moan, my pussy clenching around him as though it’s trying to keep him inside me.

I have no idea how I manage to stay upright, but I do. I never look away, and I never falter while he fucks me like he’s using his dick to punish me. It aches in a way that’s addictively delicious.

Rolling my hips, I meet him stroke for stroke, moaning and chanting his name as another orgasm builds inside me.

“Enzo!”

“Fuck. Come on my dick, Toy,” he groans.

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