Page 118 of Love to Defy You
But Enzo’s faster. He lunges to his feet and wraps his arms around my waist, pinning me against the counter and away from the weapon.
“Willow, don’t be stupid.” His stiff erection presses against me through his pants. “You don’t have to feel guilty for wanting this, and I know you do.” He burrows his face into my neck and nips my skin. “I’ve made you come once already. Now, how could I make you moan with pleasure if you didn’t want me?”
“You didwhat?“ I choke out.
I’ve been unconscious for two days, and when I woke up, I was sore between my legs.
Oh, God. He didn’t...?
“I tried to hold back, I really did.” Enzo digs his fingers into my waist as he grinds against me, his gaze heated with lust. “I wanted you to be awake for our first time, but I’ve waited for too long, and I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t wait another minute without being inside you.”
Tears streak down my face. “You… you raped me?”
He presses his palms to my cheeks and forces me to meet his gaze, his brows furrowed together. “Raped you? No, Willow, you liked it.” He plants a passionate kiss on my lips that I don’t meet. “I filmed it. I can show you how you came in your sleep.” He pulls his phone from his back pocket, taps the screen, and holds it up to me.
There I am, in the bed I woke up in upstairs, lying spread-eagle and naked on the sheets. Enzo is on top, his pants at his ankles as he ruts into me, and my breasts bounce back with every thrust.
And I’m moaning softly, slipping in and out of consciousness. The moment I orgasm, my head lolls back against the pillows, and I cry out, and Enzo chases me over the edge.
When Enzo comes, fully seated inside me, I think I might be sick. Clapping a hand over my mouth, I spin away from him and try to reach the sink, but he doesn’t let me go.
Instead, Enzo shoves my head down against the counter and holds me there. With his free hand, he unzips his pants, and the sound of the zipper sends pure terror racing through me.
“You enjoy making me chase you.” He flips my robe over my waist so my backside is exposed to him. “Well, I’ve caught you, and now you’re mine.”
Behind me, Enzo spits into his hand, and it bumps against my ass as he works it over his length.
When he shoves himself inside my sore pussy, the world stops. I let out a quiet sob when he bottoms out and grows still.
“Fuuuck, Willow.” Enzo groans. “I love you. I love you so much.”
A moment later, he props his phone against the gold faucet on the counter, and I stare at my wide-eyed reflection on the screen.
He’s recording this.
I don’t want to be on camera. Not after my revenge porn video got out.
Enzo leans over and presses his chest to my back. “We’re going to watch this moment over and over again.” He nuzzles his nose into my neck and inhales deeply. “Mmm, you smell so good.”
“Stop, please, it hurts,” I beg through tears.
He strokes my head, running his fingers through my hair. “You took me so well already,amoremio. Just give me one more. You’ll feel better when you come.”
Enzo holds my head down roughly against the cold counter to anchor me while he fucks me. As he pumps in and out, his breath coming in short gasps, I stare at myself on the phone screen. My eyes are blank with dried tear stains streaked on my cheeks. With his every thrust, my body jerks forward. The robe falls open in the front, and one of my breasts falls out, digging into the edge of the counter.
I feel like a dirty blowup doll, nothing more than a hole for Enzo to stick his cock into. A doll that he’s developed a one-sided relationship with, because dolls can’t return feelings of affection to their owners.
Enzo slides his hand from my hip around my front, then finds my clit. “Come for me. Let me hear you.”
I feel disgusting.
I feel violated.
But the worst part of it all? The orgasm that he wrenches out of me. The orgasm I don’t want to give him, but he takes it anyway.
My eyes flutter closed as I cry out, and my body writhes of its own accord beneath Enzo’s weight. Moments later, Enzo groans, and my channel grows warm with his release.
I didn’t want this, but my body did. It craves sex, even if it’s against my will, because at the end of the day, I’m Willow the Nympho, and I’ve only ever been good at one thing: making men come. Hell, I couldn’t even get into Weltner on my own because I’m stupid. Pretty but stupid.
