When it was done, I stayed silent and still as I waited for him to get off of me. My face and thighs stung where the tree bark had abraded my skin and from the corner of my eye I saw one of his men rub his palm down the front of his pants. Mortification filled me as Enzo's lips pressed against the back of my neck, exposed by my braids falling to either side, and a chill ran down my spine. And then I felt his hand-the one that was on my hip- slide around to dip between my legs…
Immediately, I began to struggle. "No. No!"
His other arm came around my throat and he straightened, taking me with him until we were on our knees with my back against his front. He was still inside of me. I dug my fingers into his arm, trying to pull it away, but I couldn't make him budge. All around us, Luca's soldiers watched as Enzo shoved my jeans further down my legs and his fingers found me. "All of these men are going to watch you come," he told me. "Hear you scream my name."
"Fuck you! I won't," I swore.
He chuckled, but the sound was dark and cold. "You will."
I tried to shake my head, to deny it, but a moan escaped my lips as he tightened his hand around my throat and pushed his finger inside of me alongside his cock, wetting it and sliding it up to my clit.
"So wet," he whispered. "So sweet. I want to taste you on my tongue, baby. Your mouth. Your skin. Your cunt." He pressed the heel of his hand into my lower stomach and rolled his hips. I felt him harden inside of me again. Delicious tension tightened and released low in my belly as he played me like a fine instrument, knowing exactly when to add pressure and when to ease off. In the short time we'd known each other, he'd learned my body better than I knew it myself. And no matter how hard I tried to fight it, to deny him, my body begged for release.
"I hate you," I whispered.
"No, you don't."
He shoved two fingers inside of me, stretching me wide, sliding them in and out with his cock, and I sucked in a breath. I wasn't cold anymore. As a matter of fact, I wanted nothing more than to strip off my coat and the rest of my clothes and writhe naked in the mud in front of these men.
"Unzip your coat and lift your shirt. I want to see you touch your breasts." His voice was low. Commanding.
A tear slid down my face, my body moving, straining toward the pleasure his fingers promised. I was about to deny him, but I knew it wouldn't matter. He would still get what he wanted, one way or the other. I let go of his arm and unfastened my jacket and raised my shirt and pulled down the cups of my bra, exposing my bare breasts to the damp, wet air and the hungry eyes that silently watched us.
"Touch yourself, Sera."
My head fell back against his shoulder as I found my nipples, hard and sensitive in the cold air.
"Show me what you like."
His fingers were still inside of me with his cock, his thumb slowly circling my clit. With shaking hands, I palmed my breasts, giving them a squeeze before I took my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and tweaked them hard then pulled, encouraging them to get harder still as I rolled them between my fingers.
"Thank you," he said, his voice strained. As my reward, he moved his fingers back to my clit and imitated what I'd done with my nipples.
I cried out as the tight waves of pleasure deep in my womb intensified, growing closer and stronger.
"My name," he growled. "Say it."
I didn't want to obey him. But it didn't matter. "Enzo!"
I felt his entire body shudder. "Tell me what you want."
"Please."
"Please what, baby girl?"
"Please make me come," I whispered.
"I can't hear you."
"Make me come," I cried. "Please, Enzo!"
"Good girl." His fingers dove inside of me again and then he was back at my clit. He whispered in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was and how much he wanted me. How he wanted to fuck me everywhere, so there wouldn't be a single inch of me that didn't know him. "But right now, I want to watch you come, Sera. I want to feel you squeezing my cock and fall apart in my arms."
I whimpered at his words. I was so close.
"Come for me NOW."
My body responded as if it was only waiting for his command, the pain and pleasure of it too much, and I cried out his name as he demanded. His hand tightened around my neck until I couldn't breathe, but holy fuck. And I decided right then and there that if I was going to die, this was the way I
wanted to go.
He released me and I fell forward onto my hands and knees, waves of pleasure still shooting through me. Enzo gripped my hips and pumped in and out with strong, deep strokes, coming inside of me again as my climax still shuddered through my body.
As I fought to catch my breath, he pulled out of me and lifted me from the ground back onto my knees. Gently, he fixed my bra and pulled down my shirt, then helped me to my feet. "You won't run from me again," he said quietly as he got my underwear and jeans back up. He didn't bother to fasten them.
I felt his eyes on my face, but I couldn't look at him. My lower half felt wet and sticky inside my jeans. A reminder of what had just happened. Rage and humiliation burned inside of me, but I didn't dare act on it, lest one of his guards react in a way that wouldn't turn out well for me.
"Leave us." He shouted the order to the men, and they immediately dispersed, going back to their posts. Probably to jack off.
Hurt and humiliation washed over me. I wanted to sink into the ground and bury myself in the wet earth. I wanted to hurt him as he'd hurt me.
"Sera."
I wondered how far I would get if I made a run for it. Probably not far.
"Sera, look at me."
I shook my head. I couldn't. I'd never be able to look at him again.
He grabbed my chin and forced my head up. "Open your eyes and LOOK at me, or so help me God, I'll-"
I lost it then.
My fists came up, and I flailed at him, hitting him everywhere I could as the dam broke, and angry tears burst forth, obscuring my vision. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear anything but the ringing in my ears. I screamed and cursed. And hit him. Over and over and over until my voice was nothing but a raw whisper and my fists and arms were tired and sore.
When there was nothing left inside of me, I dropped my arms to my sides and took an exhausted breath.
"I deserved that this time," Enzo said quietly. "But if you ever raise a hand to me again, I'll-"
"You'll what?" I demanded dully as I stared down at the ground between us. "Rape me in front of your men?" I couldn't keep the venom from my voice.
He was quiet for a long time. "Sera," he said quietly. "Look at me. Please."
Fighting back tears, I slowly raised my eyes to his, and a fresh wave of pain exploded inside of me when I saw the horror and determination in his at what he'd done.