Page 75 of Savage Enemy

He thrust his cock to the back of my throat, pulling my head down, forcing me to take him deeper.

I fought the intense urge to gag and choke.

“That’s it. Relax around it, Angel. Take more.”

My pulse hammered in my ears as I followed his command, though we both knew there was no way in hell the entire length of him would fit without me literally swallowing it.

I pulled in useless air through my nose.

Stefano might push me to the very edge, but he would never break me. He had never hurt me, and he never would.

“Good girl. Now I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to sit back and tell me why the fuck you think sucking my cock would get you off the hook. You’ll do as I say, Valentina.”

He released my hair, and I rocked back, gasping, taking a moment to catch my breath before saying anything.

Tap, tap, tap.

His shoe on the tile echoed around the stall.

I couldn’t say what he wanted me to say. I couldn’t destroy my soul, not when I needed it the most to save myself.

Before he anticipated my reaction, I sprang forward and sucked him back into my mouth. I took in as much as I couldwithout passing out from a lack of oxygen. Then I drew back, sucking all the way down to the head before thrusting up the length of him again.

He braced himself between the walls, eyes squeezed shut as I took him in deeper.

“Fuuuuck…”

I smiled or tried to anyway.

I’d made this strong, intelligent, usually articulate man lose himself to me, and it filled me with a rush of warmth and pride.

It didn’t take long for him to regain control, though.

He grabbed handfuls of my hair and yanked me up to my feet, and while panting, he reprimanded me. Threatened me.

“Try it again, and you’ll be very sorry you did, little girl. You will tell me what the fuck I want to hear. You belong to me. And you won’t forget it while we’re apart. Say the words.

“Say my cock is the only one you’ll ever suck… that only my fingers and lips will touch you… and as soon as I get you back in my bed where you belong, you’ll give me another child. You’re mine, and you will tell me this, one way or another.”

God, I wanted to. The words sat at the tip of my tongue. I wanted more than anything to tell him that I loved him, that I belonged to him. That he would always own my body, my heart, and my soul.

But then the pain hit me. It shot through my chest and twisted inside my stomach. I bit down on my tongue and closed my eyes, forcing my mind to imprint every second, every sensation onto my brain.

Stefano pressed his palm against my clit.

“Be my good girl now, and I’ll let you come before I fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, my cum will wet your panties for a week.”

“Stefano, plea?—”

The bathroom door opened.

Stiletto heels clicked across the marble floor.

Stefano drew little circles with his fingers.

If someone caught us, it would be over. Saul would kill him for being in Chicago and for touching me when, as far as anyone else knew, I was protected by my family.

Neither of us would survive Saul Moscatelli.

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