"I would sacrifice pieces of my flesh and still be considered selfish for not giving my heart."
"E-Enzo. I-" I was cut off with an ass slap. I couldn't even get a sentence out, he let out a dark chuckle.
"Merda, are you breaking? Am I breaking you...
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I barely had time to catch my breath before Enzo's hands were on me, rough, desperate, like he'd been starving for this moment. His dark eyes burned into mine, and for a second, we just stood there, breathless, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Then, he crashed into me.
His mouth was fire, scorching against mine, all-consuming. I gasped as he yanked me into him, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist like they belonged there. He didn't stop moving. We needed the bedroom, but neither of us had the patience to make it there unscathed.
I fought against him, not to pull away, but to take control. I kissed him like it was the last time I'd ever taste him, bruising, biting, dragging my fingers through his hair as he groaned into my mouth.
His hands and fingers dug Into my skin making me groan against his lips.
We barely made it down the hall.
Our bodies slammed into the shelf first, knocking over glass, vases, picture frames—shattering on the floor like they meant nothing. Enzo didn't stop, didn't even flinch.
Then my back hit the wall.
A sharp gasp left me, but it only fueled the fire in my veins. The pain I felt before? That was nothing. This was nothing.
His hands were everywhere—gripping my thighs, my waist, my jaw as he kissed me harder. I raked my nails against the painting beside us, dragging deep, leaving my mark, and groaned into his mouth.
I felt his smirk before he ripped me away from the wall, carrying me the rest of the way.
More things crashed, more destruction in our path, but we didn't care.
By the time we reached his room, the world outside didn't exist. It was just us—wild, reckless, and desperate to ruin each other.
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I should've hated her.
The night I asked Adora to be mine forever, she left. No warning. No goodbye. Just gone.
At first, I thought there was a reason—something logical, something I could fix. But when days turned to weeks, when my calls went unanswered, when the world felt too quiet without her, my fear turned into something darker.
