I felt him stiffen against my back, and I continued on, knowing I was hurting him, but also knowing I had no choice. "The only thing I wanted from you was your money so I could buy my freedom." I paused, waiting to see what he would do. But he didn't ease up the pressure of his weight against me. "I don't want you," I gritted through my teeth. "Just let me go, Enzo."
Seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness. I started to worry I'd gone too far. But then, suddenly, he pushed himself off of me. I sucked in a deep breath of cold air and braced myself to face him. To make him believe the lies that were coming out of my mouth.
I never got the chance.
His arms came around my waist, and before I knew it, he had my jeans unfastened and was tugging them down my hips along with my underwear. Cold, wet air hit my bare ass, and I grabbed ahold of the front of my jeans, trying to stop their descent. "What are you doing?" Panic made my voice higher than normal. "Enzo. Stop!"
He shoved his hand between my legs and cupped me from behind, sliding his fingers between my folds. "You don't want me?" he growled when he felt how wet I was. "You're a fucking liar."
My strength was no match for his, and soon my pants were down around my knees, and I was once again pressed against the tree with his hand on my head to hold me there as he opened his slacks. I struggled against him with everything I had in me, feeling the bark scrape my cheek and the front of my thighs. I tried to hit him, but my punches were ineffectual. I couldn't land anything in the position I was in. And my legs were trapped in my jeans. Now I was starting to get really pissed off. "Stop!" I shouted, louder this time. "I'll scream!"
"Go ahead and scream," he told me. "I'll let them fucking watch."
No, he wouldn't.
"Try me, baby girl."
Sucking in a breath, I screamed as loud as I could as he chuckled in my ear and shoved his thick cock between my thighs. I pushed my hips forward against the tree as much as I could to try to escape him, but he only groaned as he slid out before he pulled my hips back again. I gasped as he worked his way between the folds of my sex until his cock was as slick as I was.
I heard men shouting from every direction and I froze, realizing what an idiot I'd been. "Enzo, please. Don't do this."
"You think it would really be this easy to escape from Luca's property?" he asked me as he continued to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his sex in and out of the folds of my pussy.
Through the haze of lust taking over my body, the truth came crashing over me. He'd told them to let me go. While he hunted me himself.
Running footsteps drew closer, and I tried again to play off his possessiveness. "All of Luca's soldiers are about to see my bare ass."
But he only said, "All of Luca's soldiers are about to watch me fuck you."
I renewed my efforts to get away just as six men came upon us from different directions. The ones I could see froze, lowering their weapons when they saw what was happening. "Help me!" I screamed at them, but not one of them stepped forward to do so. Stone faced, they waited for orders from Enzo.
Tired of my games, Enzo yanked me away from the tree and threw me forward. Caught up in my jeans, I stumbled and fell, landing hard on my hands and knees. One hand slipped in the wet grass, and I barely caught myself before I face planted.
"You and you. Turn around," Enzo growled, and at first, I thought he was talking to me, but he was talking to his men. "But don't leave. Keep an eye out. The rest of you can watch."
Rolling over onto my back, I started tugging my jeans back up. But they were wet and stuck to my skin. Before I could make much progress, Enzo was on his knees, flipping me back over. I clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away. An angry sob caught in my throat. I wanted to hate him. Hate what he was doing to me. But I was so tuned into him, to his touch, even as rough as it was, that I couldn't do either of those things.
He grabbed my hips with both hands.
"Enzo." I glared at him over my shoulder with fire-filled eyes. "If you do this, I'll never fucking forgive you."
His dark eyes met mine, but they were nothing but pools of blackness in the dark mist. I felt the head of his cock nudging my entrance, and then he forced his way inside of me with one strong thrust. My arms buckled at the force of his thrust, but didn't give out. He didn't give me any time to adjust to him before he started slamming into me hard and fast, his body bent over mine, one hand hitting the ground beside my head and the other digging into my hip, pulling me back to meet him. He wasn't gentle. He never was. But this was more than just sex. This was his way of controlling me. Of controlling the situation. Of taking out his anger because he couldn't actually control either.
I knew this somewhere deep inside, and yet I couldn't stop the ache in my chest from spreading that he was treating me this way, or the burn of mortification that he was doing it in front of his men. And yet my traitorous body took him hungrily inside of me, loving the way his thick length stretched me almost to the point of pain. Tension filled my womb, sparks of pleasure shooting through me with every thrust. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give into the pleasure.
"You're mine," he growled between harsh breaths. "Capisci cazzo, donna?" Do you fucking understand, woman? "You don't leave me until I say you do."
I didn't answer. I didn't think he was really expecting one, and I wasn't about to argue with him when he was obviously out of his fucking mind. Tears burned the back of my eyes, making them burn, but I refused to let them fall. I refused to let him see how much he was hurting me.
He thrust hard, pushing as deep as he could go. I felt him swell inside of me and heard him cry out as he came, a raw sound that tore at my heart, his come filling me until it leaked out around the sides of his cock and ran down the insides of my thighs. His weight was heavy on my back as he tucked his face into the back of my neck, muffling the sounds he made.