Enforcer’s Obsession

Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

Hope

Even though my voice was quiet, to my ears, I sounded certain, sure.

I kept my eyes on Nico, trying to gauge his response to my answer.

Trying to see if he believed me.

He didn’t give me time to decide.

Instead, he stared at me for a moment longer, his dark eyes almost feral, taking my breath away.

But not in fear.

Not at all.

And in the next moment, he closed the distance between us and captured my lips in a searing kiss.

I called it a kiss, but a more accurate description would have been a possession.

He kissed me like he couldn’t believe I was real, kissed me like that contact was the only thing that would allow him to take his next breath.

And in doing so, he took mine.

No one had ever kissed me, but even if they had, on some elemental level, I knew it wouldn’t have been like this. Knew that kisses from someone else would never compare.

That tiny part of my mind that could still think shouted a warning at me, told me that what I was doing was wrong.

I knew what Nico was.

Had seen what he was capable of.

But in this moment, none of that mattered.

And it mattered even less when he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me close.

The feel of his thick, hard length against my soft stomach made me tremble. I gasped a lungful of air, and he squeezed me against him tight so I could feel it all.

I swallowed the sound and all the moans that followed it. Like ricocheting bullets, my breath fell from my mouth in uncontrolled pants. In that instant, I felt free for the first time as long as I could remember. All the laws of physics slipped to the wayside—my body had been amplified by this man’s touch, like everything had been amplified when we kissed. And though I knew in that moment that nothing would ever be the same again, I didn’t try to fight the feelings battering me, didn’t do anything but give in to those feelings—and my desperate need for more.

He peeled the shirt off my shoulders and threw it down. Soon after, my bra followed, and when I was bare to him, he wasted no time pushing me down to the floor.

It felt so decadent to have the cold floor against my back as he peeled off his own clothes.

As he moved, he stared down at me, his eyes so intense that I couldn’t stop myself from shivering.

He lay atop me, his scorching heat a delicious contrast against the cold floor. He put his hand between my knees and pushed my thighs open. The cool air against my hot, wet intimate flesh set off another wave of shivers.

I kept my eyes locked on Nico’s as he lined his thickness up with my heat.

“Has anyone ever been inside this pussy?” he asked, the roughness of his voice, the dirtiness of his words making the moment so much more exciting.

I didn’t answer immediately, but Nico displayed a patience I hadn’t expected. He didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breath. He just lay there, his cock resting against my clit, his eyes on mine.

He wouldn’t move until I answered.

Finally, I whispered, “No.”

He smiled, the expression on his face bright, airy, in a way I had never seen from him.

“Good,” he said.

Then he breached my entrance, the thick, mushroom head of his cock spreading me.

“Oh God,” I moaned as he fed me his cock inch by inch.

He looked down at me, his smile almost tender, even though the expression on his face was primal.

Our eyes were locked until he was fully seated, and I had to close my eyes against the sensation. I had touched myself, brought myself what I had thought of as satisfying climaxes.

The pleasure ricocheting through my body now was unlike anything I felt.

Anything I could have imagined.

And then he moved.

At his first thrust, I cried out, clinging to Nico, hoping for something to ground me.

He held me tight as he fucked me, supporting me through the climax that made me lose all sense of space and time.

When I came back to myself, he was there, still driving inside of me and when I locked my eyes with his, he stilled, his big body rigid as he filled me with his cum.