Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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Chapter 59

Catalina

Gathering all the fallen tears that covered my face Enzo used them along with the juices from my tight pussy to lubricate himself before my underwear was ripped off of me, and he lined up the blunt tip of his fat head at my back entrance. I shivered when I looked over my shoulder to see his warm saliva dripping down from his parted lips onto his long cock as he maneuvered himself to fill me.

Holy fucking shit. 

I breathed out through flared nostrils and shut my eyes as Enzo pushed more of himself into my tightening hole, but he was met with a whole lot of resistance. "Relax, princess," he rasped into my ear, and I tried. It helped when his fingers came to my clit, and they began making small quick coils.

Moisture began to build... but not fast enough. He felt so thick, so big, and like he was getting bigger with every inch of him that I took.

"Okay," I told him, "keep... going."

He gave me a slight nod, and each time he pushed himself further into me, he paused to let me adjust. I moaned when his cock twitched inside of me, and he let out a hushed groan. I knew he was holding back, but it felt like he was awaiting my body's acceptance and begging it to take him whole.

"More," I breathed. He needed to fucking move, and he did.

Enzo's fingers plunged into my clenching core as his cock stretched me wide, and I shakily gasped. "I'm fucking done playing games, Catalina," he grunted through clenched teeth, shoving the very last inch of himself inside of me.

I wept with fulfillment when he bottomed out with a feral growl, making me shudder with painful pleasure beneath him. My body unconsciously seemed to know what to do and responded for me, opening for him so he could take my aching ass with ease. "I know you think that when this is all said and done that you're leaving us again. But you're not."

My brain scrambled to find the words to tell him I belonged to myself, again—all body parts included. I couldn't. Somehow, I was beyond his reach, but also under his complete control. There was no place I could run, no escape from this entrapment. I grit my teeth, biting back a moan.

"Enzo," I let out another desperately unsteady breath while shaking my head.

Fuck. There was nothing; I was nothing, just an object to use how he saw fit.

"No." He pressed his forehead into the back of my shoulder while holding my wrist at the base of my ass. Pinning me to the glass, he gradually withdrew his hips until there was barely any of himself left inside of me. Only to then snap them forward, filling me entirely and taking my breath with each thrust.

Enzo did this over and over until my body convulsed with pleasure beneath his, and with the sexiest bestial growl I'd ever heard, his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. "If you didn't want this version of me, you should've stayed the fuck away. But now you've got him, and he's yours, Catalina."

"He's mine," I mindlessly repeated under my breath, closing my eyes and letting myself fall flush against the cold translucent surface he fucked me on.

Enzo gradually pounded himself into me from behind—slowly yet so powerfully.

One after another, each of his ruthless thrusts pushed me closer and closer to the edge. And just as I was about to succumb to it all, he bruisingly gripped my chin with his sharp fingers, and he forced me to look back into his icy blue glare. I hissed between my teeth when his nails cut into my delicate sun-kissed flesh.

It was beyond euphoric.

"That's right. I'm yours, and  you're mine."

"Unh... Unh... Unh..." I ferally grunted out between each powerful shove forward of his hips, our damp skin making loud slapping sounds where we met together. The noises that left my throat and filled the small room around us were nearly unrecognizable to me. His grunts and my moans thundered in the room, piercing the fog of pleasure that surrounded us in our own little world.

"Fucking hell, princess. You feel so goddamn good around me," grunting animalistically into my ear, Enzo's movement began to pick up behind me, and I struggled to take everything that he gave me, wondering just how badly I'd let him bury himself deep inside my soul and never give me a chance to escape him—or them again.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" My fingers painfully curled into fists on the glass beneath the palms of my hands. I hissed when my nails cut into my skin as I desperately shoved myself back onto him, meeting his thrust. I needed more. I craved it. "En...zo!" His long digits pumped in and out of my pussy at the same relentless rhythm that he fucked my tight, puckered hole, and I clenched around him, my toes coiling tightly in my shaky heels.

"That's it, baby, squeeze the fuck out of me," he rasped, his voice tight with unbridled ecstasy and fervor. "Tell me, princess, does it get you off knowing that at any moment, anyone could look up to see every single one of your little holes being wrecked by my fat cock?" He taunted me with a cruel snicker, and I could hear the sneer in his threatening words, but I didn't care.

I wanted—no, I needed more of him.

The most intense heat I'd ever felt began suddenly coursing through my body, and I could feel my blood start to pump through my veins rapidly. Every touch from him was heightened by the gooseflesh spreading through my skin. My guess? That little pill Enzo gave me was starting to kick in, and I was feeling everything.

"oh...fucking hell, Enzo, please," I begged, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my core forming into hot molten lava.

"Say it."

"I can't...."

"I'm... I'm..."

"Mine.

"Shit, yes!" I screamed out as Enzo owned every fucking bit of me.

Each of his vicious thrusts increasingly became more brutal than the last until I lost it, giving him exactly what he wanted—and if I was honest... It was what I wanted, too—regardless of my current state of intoxication.

"I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm yours! O-o-o-oh, God!" The words spilled from my mouth involuntarily as I soaked up all the pleasure being delivered to me from him.

"Fucking right you are," he growled against the side of my neck before leaning over to sink the blunt end of his teeth into my delicate flesh, flames of desire flaring deep inside of me. I gasped when he dragged them forcefully across my soft skin, feral growls ricocheting from his throat as his erratic pace quickened from behind me.

Slick moisture soon coated our bodies as we found a perfect rhythm. Each of Enzo's unforgiving thrusts forward was hard enough to send my body thrashing against the glass wall in front of us while slow enough for me to feel every vein, every ridge, every blissful curve of his perfect cock.

"So deep," I whined, "so fucking deep."

"That's right, princess." Thrust. His hips moved mercilessly. "I'm fucking every perfect part of you the way I've wanted to for the past eight goddamn months." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. I screamed, and Enzo pounded into me with such force I barely kept my balance. His words—only—were enough to send me crashing to the ground.

Luckily Enzo held me up with an arm curled around my waist and a hand on my shoulder as he continued to slam into me from behind. "The way you've wanted since you got back, even if you clearly enjoy lying to yourself about it."

"Yes," I admitted, desperation coating every bit of my words. There was no point in denying it anymore. He'd called my bluff.

"Do you understand now," he said, thrusting once more into me and seizing my midriff as his long fingers grazed against my trembling walls and hitting that spot inside of me as he spoke, "that if anyone ever tries to hurt you, I will kill them with my bare fucking hands? The hands inside of you right now, Catalina."

My heart was in my throat, and all I could do was nod. He pulled back and slammed into me again and again until I was screaming out his name and pleading with him not to ever stop. "I needed you to see what I was capable of," he told me.

"Oh, God, Enzo!" I squealed again, working my hips against his and pushing myself to keep up with his quickened pace.

"Don't forget," Enzo growled as he propelled me further toward the edge with a flurry of sudden viciously brutal thrusts, "you are mine!"

"Yours." My voice was strangled with so much emotion I could barely handle it. A shuddering moan left my throat, and my chest rose and fell with labored breathing. Enzo's probing fingers dug into my skin, making me shiver; then, he was choking me as his other hand threaded through my hair.

"Mine!"

Thrust.

"Mine!"

Thrust.

"Mine!"

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Cursing, he grasped my forearms and pinned them to the side of my head, holding them against the glass as he picked up his pace. I took every one of his thudding blows without protest, savoring each violent drive forward of his hips. I released an ear-splitting scream, not caring if anyone could hear me and would look up to see us entangled in one another.

In this moment, Enzo owned every inch of me, and as I came once, twice, three more freaking times. There was no end in sight to the earth-shattering pleasure that rushed between us. I cried out.

Yes, I was letting myself become lost in a moment of sheer bliss. There was nothing better than the ecstasy of my gaping hole being filled to its brim with the pulsing warmth of Enzo's burning essence.

Enzo's mouth slammed down onto mine, and his pace kicked up behind me. "Oh, fuck! Yes!" I ferally grunted out against his lips between each powerful punch forward of his hips; our bodies were slick with moisture as sweat rolled down my dampened skin. I closed my eyes, and for the first time, I truly let go—all my worries left me, and my body tingled with immense pleasure.

Lorenzo let out the most resounding, most satisfying groans. Then I felt his body heat wrap around me, and his hands vigorously moved my hips back and forth against his own. His thrusts were relentless and powerful, and I felt myself closing in on another explosive climax. I shook beneath him, and my toes curled as he brought me to my peak once again, and like a giant surge of blinding bliss, another bigger title wave of blissful pleasure crashed into us, spiraling me into an abyss of pleasure and leaving me breathless and panting in its wake.

Within seconds Enzo was following my lead. He came with a deep reverberating groan, and my name was on his lips like a vicious prayer. Then he let out a string of incoherent obscenities along with three more erratic thrusts. He stilled, shoving my body forward and pinning me to the glass as he filled my ass with warm ropes of his cum.

"That was perfect." Lorenzo released my arms then he slowly trailed gentle kisses up my neck before grazing his teeth against my skin and causing me to shudder. "You were perfect."

"So were you," I told him in response honestly.

We both panted in unison for a few moments as he held me close, our bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. I shivered when I felt his lips press into my neck before he whispered against my skin. "No matter what happens, princess, you will never be leaving us again. I'll make sure of that."

Warmth blossomed deep within my chest, and I hummed in response to his sweet words, leaning into his delicate touch, my legs trembling beneath me. "Enzo, I..." That was when I noticed (of course) we'd acquired an audience. I couldn't care less, though. I was drifting into a state of bliss that couldn't be soiled.

Or so I thought... because when Enzo's left hand wrapped around the front of my throat, joining his right. He yanked my body back hard, holding me flush against his chest. I was completely caught off guard by the force with which he gripped onto me with both his hands as he kept me in place in front of him.

Maybe it was because I was high and thoroughly fucked out of my mind. I hadn't quite registered what was happening fast enough, but a few silent moments later, he pressed his forehead to my dampened temple, and he slowly breathed out through his flared nostrils. Then he hummed between us, pushing away my wet sticky hair from the side of my sweat-covered face with his sharp nose as he did.

What the hell was going on in that mind of his? I asked myself, still struggling to steady my own breathing.

After a few moments, I opened my mouth to ask him what he was thinking, but he shook his head against mine, effectively silencing me. He hummed with a low sigh before he slowly traced the tears along the side of my face with his tongue, tears I hadn't even realized had fallen. Then with a calmness that shook me to my core, he whispered, "I mean it, Catalina. If  you ever try to leave me again, I'll hunt you down, and I'll fucking kill you myself."

Enzo placed a tender kiss on my cheek then his lips traveled upward to do the same to my forehead. I shivered the way his words came out so calmly...so softly—as though he hadn't just fucked the life out of me before threatening my life like it was nothing.

For chrissake, I should have turned on my heels and run right then, knowing I was in way over my head. But maybe... just maybe, deep down I understood that a huge part of me had made its peace with that.

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