Chapter 28 A deliberate motion.

Chapter 28 A deliberate motion.
Enzo's POV

I spun toward her fast, my hand clamping down on her wrist, but it was already too late; the needle had pierced my skin and I could feel the cold rush of whatever she injected spreading through my veins like ice water hitting my system.
"What did you stick me with?" I demanded, my voice coming out rough and gravelly as I shoved her back against the wall hard, pinning her there for a second while I tried to shake off the dizziness starting to creep in.
My steps faltered, though, just a bit at first, the sedative kicking in quicker than I expected, making my movements feel heavy and slow like I was wading through mud.
Sofia wrenched her arm free with a twist, her eyes lighting up with that mix of victory and hunger I remembered too well from our old days and she shoved me toward the large bed that took up most of the room, her strength surprising me in my weakened state.
"A little something to slow you down," she said with a low laugh, "and to equally make you remember how we used to handle things. You always craved that edge, didn't you, Enzo? The rush and the control slipping away."
I tried to raise my gun again, my fingers gripping it tight, but she knocked it aside with a swift smack, the weapon clattering to the floor as she used the opening to push me fully onto the mattress.
I landed heavily, the impact jarring but not enough to clear the fog building in my head, the drug spreading like wildfire now, then clouding my focus but not knocking me out completely.
It left me in this weird haze where I could still think and still react a little, but my body wasn't listening like it should, muscles sluggish and unresponsive.
Damn it, I thought, this is bad, but part of me, that old buried part, recognized the setup and the way she was looking at me like prey she had cornered.
She climbed onto me swiftly before I could roll away, straddling my waist to pin me down with her weight, her thighs squeezing tight as her hands grabbed the edge of a curtain cord from the nearby window.
She wrapped it around my wrists quickly and efficiently, securing them to the headboard with knots that bit into my skin and were tight enough that I felt the pull when I tested them.
"Get off me," I growled, twisting under her, my body arching up in an attempt to buck her off, but the injection had dulled my power, my muscles straining without the full force that I needed, leaving me frustrated and exposed.
"Not yet," she whispered, leaning in close so that her breath was hot against my ear and her lips brushed the skin before her teeth grazed my earlobe.
Then bit down sharply, hard enough to send a jolt through me, drawing a sharp intake of breath that I couldn't hold back. "This is punishment, like the old days," she murmured, her voice low and teasing, "when we'd tear into each other until nothing else mattered, no empires and no wars, just us fighting for dominance in the sheets."
She shifted her weight to keep me pinned, her hips grinding down just enough to remind me she was in control now, while her fingers started working to open the buttons of my shirt, one by one, exposing my chest to the cool air of the room.
Her nails dragged down my skin then, leaving red trails that stung in the best and worst way, scratching over old scars and fresh bruises from the fight.
"You remember, don't you?" She said, her eyes locked on mine, "The restraints and the bites, how it blurred the line between hate and want. We'd go at it for hours, leaving marks that lasted days."
My head pressed back into the pillow as the drug mixed with the adrenaline still pumping from the chase, my breath coming faster now, ragged, because despite the anger boiling in me, my body was responding and betraying me with that familiar heat building low.
I hated it, hated how she knew exactly where to push, but damn if it didn't stir something deep. "This changes nothing, Sofia," I managed to say, my voice strained, trying to hold onto the fight even as my vision blurred at the edges.
She bit my collarbone hard in response, her teeth sinking in just enough to break skin, maybe, eliciting a low groan from me that echoed off the walls, the pain sharp but twisting into something else under the haze.
Her hands moved lower, undoing my belt with practiced ease, the buckle clinking as she pulled it free, then working on my pants and tugging them down to free me completely.
Sofia wasted no time, yanking my shirt open and raking her nails down my chest. I hissed at the sudden pain, but she could see the flash of desire in my eyes.
"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" She purred, marking me further with a deep and sucking bite to my shoulder. "You like it when I hurt you."
I could only groan in response, my cock throbbing at her words. She continued her assault, kissing and biting her way down my body and leaving a trail of red marks in her wake.
When she reached my waist, she didn't hesitate, wrapping her hand around my thick shaft and stroking me firmly with deliberate movements.
"Is this what you want?" she whispered, looking up at me through her lashes. "You want me to suck your big, hard cock?"
I could only look at her with my dizzy eyes and my throat was too tight for words. She grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes.
She lowered her head, flicking her tongue out to taste the bead of pre-cum at the tip. I shuddered at the contact, my hips bucking forward involuntarily.
"That's it," Sofia cooed. "Give me more. I want to taste you."
She wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh. I cursed and tried to untie my hand.
She obliged, taking me deep into her throat and swallowing around me. The sensation was exquisite, the wet heat of her mouth driving me wild with need.
"Fuck," I panted, thrusting into her mouth with shallow strokes. "Just like that. Suck my cock just like that."
Sofia complied, bobbing her head up and down my length with increasing speed. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking and squeezing in time with her movements.
I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening with each drag of her tongue. I knew that I wouldn't last long, not with the way she was working me over.
Just as I was about to reach my peak, Sofia pulled back, releasing me with a soft pop.
She climbed off me and positioned herself above my face. "I want you to eat my pussy until I come on your face."
I needed no further encouragement, shifting to accommodate her and burying my face between her thighs.
I lapped at her wet folds, drinking in the taste of her arousal. She was dripping, ready for me and I wasted no time in delving deep and fucking her with my tongue.
Sofia cried out, grinding herself against my face with abandon. Matched her movements stroke for stroke, licking and sucking at her clit with a fervor that bordered on obsession.
I could feel her tightening around me, her body tensing as she raced towards her climax. I doubled my efforts and was determined to make her come undone.
With a final swipe of my tongue, Sofia shattered above me, coming with a scream of my name. I continued to lap at her, wringing out every last drop of her pleasure until she was boneless and spent.
I felt the cool air hit my skin again, but she didn't give me a second to adjust, positioning herself over me with her own clothes hiked up just enough.
"It changes everything," she whispered, her voice husky now, "feel how your body still knows me and still wants all this juicy ride and fun."
With a deliberate motion, slow at first to tease, she lowered herself onto me, taking me in fully inch by inch, a moan escaping her lips as she settled, her warmth enveloping me tight.
I couldn't stop the involuntary thrust up. "Fuck me," she panted. My hips bucked despite the restraints and the sensation hit hard through the drug's fog. She began to move then, dominating the rhythm completely, her hips grinding down in slow circles at first, building the pace, her teeth finding my shoulder and my nipples again for another bite that made me arch up harder, a growl rumbling in my chest.
"Fuck me harder." The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her moans and curses.
Listen, if I were telling this to you over a drink, like some wild story from back in the day, I'd say it was like stepping into a time machine, because this was how Sofia and I always rolled, rough and raw, no holding back. She'd tie me up sometimes, or I'd tie her and we'd push each other to the brink, biting and scratching like animals, turning pain into this explosive pleasure that left us both wrecked.