Chapter 27 (Aura)

His eyes darken as he looks up at me. "You want to know what I see when I look at you? I see a girl who's dripping wet for me even when she pretends she's not. I see someone who wants to be dominated and controlled, even though she thinks it's wrong. And you know what?" He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "I fucking love it when you're bad. I'm going to make you so much worse."

Unable to resist any longer, I crash my lips against his. God help me, he's right. I do want all those things, as fucked up as it is. Being with Enzo makes me feel alive, wanted, sexy. It's intoxicating, and it's what's gotten me through this whole ordeal.

Enzo's lips move to my neck, trailing kisses that leave goosebumps in their wake. He tugs my shirt off, tossing it aside. His mouth moves lower, teeth grazing my collarbone before closing around a nipple. I can't hold back a soft moan.

"Get up," he orders. "Strip for me."

I stand on shaky legs, slowly peeling off the rest of my clothes until I'm completely naked before him. Enzo pulls me close again, one hand splayed across my lower back while the other drifts lower. His lips press against my stomach as his fingers find my clit, stroking softly.

I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the sensation. "You really like teasing me, don't you?"

He smirks up at me. "I do what I want, remember? Maybe you're the one who likes being teased."

"If that were true, wouldn't you just give me what I want?" I challenge.

Enzo's grin widens. "Oh sweetheart. You have to earn it first."

The words send a jolt of electricity through me. Without thinking, I drop to my knees in front of him. I yank roughly at his jeans, freeing his already hard cock. "Is this how I earn it?" I ask, gripping him firmly and stroking slowly.

"Maybe," Enzo echoes my earlier response.

I lick my hand and speed up my strokes before taking him into my mouth. I relax my throat, suppressing my gag reflex as I take him deeper. Tears spring to my eyes from the effort, but I push through, bobbing my head up and down his thick shaft.

"Fuck," Enzo groans. "That's it. Such a dirty fucking girl."

His words spur me on. I can't help but reach between my own legs, rubbing my clit as I suck him eagerly. "You like that?" I ask, pulling off for just a moment.

"God yes," Enzo growls. "Don't stop."

I moan around his cock as I pleasure myself, getting lost in the sensations. My movements become faster, more desperate as I work us both towards release.

Suddenly, Enzo's hands are in my hair, pressing me down further. He starts fucking my mouth and throat roughly, taking control. I let him use me, reveling in the way he makes me feel simultaneously degraded and cherished.

"Get up," he orders after a few minutes. "Turn around."

I comply without hesitation, letting him guide me by the hips until I'm positioned over his still-hard cock. He lowers me slowly, pressing inside with ease. I gasp as I adjust to his size, gripping my knees for support.

"Now ride it," Enzo commands. "Ride it until you're sweating."

I start to move, lifting myself up and down with my hands braced on my knees. Enzo slaps my ass, then grabs my hips to help guide the rhythm. His hands roam up to my breasts, teasing my nipples before sliding back down my body.

Spurred on by his groans of pleasure and my own building arousal, I start to ride him harder. I want to be fucked deeper, faster. I throw my head back, slamming myself down onto his thick shaft over and over.

Enzo grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. "That's it," he growls. "Work those fucking hips. Earn that orgasm."

I moan wildly, moving my hips more vigorously. The combination of pleasure and pain is intoxicating. Enzo slaps my ass again, hard enough to sting, while still gripping my hair tightly.

I adjust my hands, leaning back further to take him even deeper. I slide down faster, harder, taking every inch of him inside me. I'm lost in my own pleasure, chasing that high.

I can feel my orgasm building, a buzzing tension at my core as Enzo slams into me. Suddenly he pushes me away. Before I can protest, he's sweeping everything off the kitchen table. A glass shatters on the floor, but neither of us pays it any attention.

Enzo throws me onto the table, spreading my legs wide. His head dives between my thighs, sucking my clit with laser focus. I grip the edge of the table, overwhelmed by the intensity.

God, I'm so thoroughly dominated by this man. I know I'm not going anywhere. I'll let him do whatever he wants to me.

All too soon, Enzo is back up, pressing his cock deep inside me once more. I arch my back, clutching the table as he fucks me slow and deep.

"Fuck, you make me so wild," he groans. "This perfect fucking body..."

I moan, feeling myself getting close again. "Please," I whine. "I'm so close."

"Yeah?" Enzo's eyes lock onto mine. "You want me to get you off?"

"Yes," I beg shamelessly. "Please, Enzo."

He grins wickedly. "As you wish."

Enzo starts slamming into me, his thick cock filling me completely while his thumb works my clit. He fucks me rough and deep, his muscular body tense with exertion as he drives me closer and closer to the edge.

I moan loudly, my head tipping back in ecstasy. This is what I needed - to be fucked like an animal, claimed completely.

I can feel my orgasm building, working its way up my spine. The tension is almost unbearable as Enzo continues to pound into me. My mouth hangs open, my moans turning to screams as I reach the precipice.

"Come for me," Enzo orders. "Come on my big fat cock while I fill you up."

"Oh god, yes," I gasp. "I'm coming, I'm-"

My orgasm explodes through me, making my whole body convulse. Enzo doesn't let up, fucking me roughly through my climax. His eyes are locked on my body, drinking in every twitch and shudder.

"Fuck, it's too much," he groans. "Press your tits together."

I comply, using my elbows to push my breasts together as Enzo pulls out. He strokes himself rapidly, coming in thick spurts across my chest. I throw my head back, gasping for air and feeling absolutely incredible.

As we catch our breath, I marvel at how Enzo has transformed me. He's opened me up to a world of pleasure I never knew existed. For the first time in days, I feel truly alive and joyful.

We move to the bathroom to clean up, laughing and joking as we share a playful shower. This is the other side of Enzo that I love - the man who can go from passionately dominating me to tenderly washing my hair.

I know I need to nurture both sides of him if we're going to make this work. The dominant, take-charge mobster and the caring, affectionate man underneath. I just hope I can bring out more of his softer side before it's too late for both of us.

As we dry off and get dressed, I catch Enzo looking at me with an unreadable expression. "What?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

He shakes his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "Nothing. Just... I'm glad you're here."

The simple statement makes my heart swell. "Me too," I reply softly.

We move back to the living room, settling onto the couch. Enzo pulls me close, and I rest my head on his chest. For a moment, I can almost pretend we're a normal couple, not two people caught in an impossible situation.

But reality has a way of intruding. "What happens now?" I ask hesitantly.

Enzo's arm tightens around me. "We stick to the plan. I keep working on gaining their trust, making them think you're under control. And when the time is right, we get the hell out of here."

I nod, trying to push away the doubts creeping in. "And if something goes wrong?"

"It won't," Enzo says firmly. "I won't let it."

I want to believe him.