Chapter 18: Take Me Apart: Chapter 18

I didn’t give a shit about what I was doing anymore. The outside world was messy and complicated. But in here? With Enzo? I knew where we stood. He was who he was, and I was who I was. We weren’t pretending, although we ignoring the inevitable. This would all fall apart eventually.

My mind quickly shoved that thought under the rug as Enzo’s lips crashed against mine. He moaned, his tongue swiping at the seam of my lips as he shoved me into his bed. I don’t even remember how we got up there; my brain was completely enamored with Enzo.

His hand shoved underneath my shirt, fingers grazing over my nipple. Enzo tugged one of my nipple piercings, and my back arched up from the bed as I chased his touch, wanting more. I opened my mouth, accepting him inside. Our tongues clashed, fighting each other, but I was no match for Enzo. And as much as I liked to fight, part of me didn’t want to be a match for him right now.

In Enzo’s arms, I could fall apart and know that he would take the lead. He’d tell me where to go, how to move, and how to hold my position until all I had to do was rely on him. The thought of having someone to rely on sent butterflies through my stomach. He was there, even when I didn’t want or expect him to be.

Staying with Enzo hadn’t been part of the plan, but I’d given in. Being at his place was better than another stint in rehab; at least here, I had great dick, delicious food, and Penelope. It was a break from reality, but one I desperately wanted to cling to.

“Where’s your mind?” Enzo growled against my ear. “If you start daydreaming, I’m going to think I’m boring you and go harder,” he said, punctuating his words with a bite to my shoulder.

“You… ah,” I moaned, shaking my head to force myself to focus as my body tingled all over. “Are you threatening me?” I asked.

“You’ll know when I’m threatening you.”

“Noted,” I muttered. Every red flag lit up from here to California and back. I promptly ignored them all. “So, do something that doesn’t bore me.”

Enzo tugged my nipple piercing, and I pressed my lips together. Somehow, a stupid, goddamn whimper still slipped free. The corner of his mouth ticked up. I shoved a hand against his chest, but he refused to let me push him off. Instead, he attacked my neck. His teeth sank into my skin, drawing a hiss and a moan from me. His hand slipped between us, working my zipper down until he cupped my balls and gave them a very firm squeeze.

“Fuck,” I bit my bottom lip, lifting my hips and pressing against his palm.

“Stay.”

Enzo climbed off of the bed, and I was left panting. I propped myself up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Didn’t I say stay?”

I plopped back down. “What the hell are you doing over there? Come back already.”

“Do you miss me that much?”

I pulled a face. “More like my dick is going to explode if you don’t touch me.”

“All I heard is that you miss me.”

I rolled my eyes. Enzo was different than I expected him to be from reading his file. There was a gentle, playful side that I never would have expected. If Enzo was any other man, he would be perfect for me.

A hand wrapped around my ankle, and I slid down the bed. Enzo was on me before I could even sit up. He had a determined look on his face as he stripped me out of my clothes and tossed them aside. I stared at them on the floor, in a heap, and raised a brow.

“You don’t want to clean those up?”

Enzo gazed at them and then back to me. “You’re more important right now.”

I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t do several flip-flops. Enzo wasn’t looking at me, too busy staring at my body, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Did he even realize what he’d just said?

“Ah,” I cried out, snapped back to reality. “What are you doing?”

Enzo didn’t answer me. Instead, he tugged on the nipple clamps he’d attached to me. I lifted with it, but he shoved me right back down to the bed.

“What part of stay don’t you understand? I see I’m going to need to punish you.”

I swallowed thickly. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Enzo went right back to ignoring me. He climbed off the bed, my eyes tracking every movement he made until he returned. Enzo carried over a towel and laid it down before he picked up a sizable flesh-colored dildo. He poured lube over it, stroking the cock with his hand as I stared up at him.

“Spread your legs.”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t even get a please?”

Enzo moved between my thighs and shoved them open for me. My heart sped up to an alarming rate. The head of the toy pressed against my hole before more lube ran over my flesh. I stared at Enzo, who was captivated by what he was doing. That little smile returned to his face, and I gave in. That look was so disarming.

My breath wooshed out of me as he pushed the toy inside inch by inch. I would expect him to fuck me himself, but instead, he focused on the toy. I felt myself opening, stretching. My hands gripped the sheets as Enzo watched me, and my skin felt like it was going to burst into flames. He worked the toy deeper, rubbing against my walls. What little composure I had fell away as soon as the dildo pressed against my prostate, and I saw stars.

“Enzo.”

He laid on top of me, his lips brushing against mine. “Hmm?” he asked, biting and sucking my bottom lip.

“What are we doing?”

The words fell out of my mouth, and I wished I could stuff them down and make them disappear. Whatever this was, I didn’t want to jinx it right now. The rest of the world was difficult as hell. Couldn’t I pretend for a while longer?

Enzo didn’t so much as blink at the question. “We’re having sex,” he answered. When I gave him an exasperated look, he kissed me again. “And whatever the hell we want to do. Why can’t we figure it out later?”

The protest that perched on my tongue died as he kissed me again, shutting up all my rational thinking. My eyes fluttered closed. When they opened again, I noticed that Enzo was naked. He’d stripped quietly and efficiently. Now I was being treated to a hot-as-hell display of his body, his cock heavy between his thighs and dripping with pre-cum.

Enzo moved between my thighs. When the head of his cock pressed against my hole, my eyes widened. Slowly, realization dawned on me. Enzo didn’t plan to play around with me, only using the dildo. He was going to try to stuff me full of his cock too.

My heart raced, but I didn’t even think about trying to stop him. Enzo relinquished control of the dildo over to me.

“Don’t stop,” he told me.

I licked my lips. “Fuck. Okay.”

Enzo smiled, and it was enough to make me want to put on a good show for him. I worked the toy inside of me, twisting it in and out as a groan slipped free. Normally, I only did this when I was alone. When I looked up, Enzo watched me intently. He stroked his cock while he did and spread lube all over, his eyes never leaving mine for more than a few seconds.

By the time he was back on top of me, I was practically climbing the walls with need. He nipped my jawline as he pushed against my already occupied hole. I sucked in a breath. My body erupted into flames as he drove in deeper. My toes curled, my head spun, and I surrendered to how good I felt.

I stopped questioning right from wrong, Enzo’s past, what he did, and what he was involved in. None of it mattered when I closed my eyes tight enough and focused on how damn good he felt when he was pressed against me.

“Enzo.”

“Keep moaning my name, Tex,” he said, his voice a breathy whisper. “The more you do it, the more I know you’re mine.”

I couldn’t even think straight enough to protest. My hole stretched even more, the slight pain slowly evolving into pleasure as Enzo tugged on the nipple clamps. The bit of pressure intensified, and sparks danced over my skin while my head spun.

Enzo slid in deeper as I clenched around him. My hands shot up, gripping his back as my nails dug into his flesh. The look on his face was priceless. The mask he normally wore had fallen away, replaced with pleasure and freedom. He thrust deeper until he was buried completely.

“Fuck, I’m full,” I groaned, rolling my hips as I marveled at how good it felt. “Only ever done this once—”

“By yourself?”

I blinked up at Enzo. For a minute, I’d forgotten I was speaking out loud. Enzo stayed still, staring at me, his eyebrows pinched.

I swallowed hard. “You don’t want to know the answer to that.”

Enzo slammed into me, his cock driving to my core. The last bits of my sanity unraveled.

It was too late to go back now. Shit, even if I could, would I? Enzo was fucking me so beautifully that I didn’t regret it.

He reached between us and pressed on my lower belly. “I can feel my cock moving inside of you,” he panted. “I really am going to make you mine.”

A shiver passed through me. “You’re crazy.”

“You have no idea.”

I had a bit of one. Every jolt of Enzo’s hips made the sound of skin against skin echo in his room. For some stupid reason, as he tugged on my nipple clamp and left kisses on my mouth, I felt emotions rise. In another life, I could be Enzo’s. And he would do anything for me.

My back bowed as cum stained our bodies, and I cried out for the man I refused to let go of. I clenched down hard, trying to keep the toy in me as long as possible. Enzo swore. His kisses became sharper and more urgent as teeth scraped against my flesh, and I was transported to heaven.

Enzo’s moaning against my mouth made me want to cling to him even harder. Warmth filled my hole, but it was muted behind latex. I almost wished I’d asked him to fuck me without it.

Enzo laid on top of me and buried his face into my neck. We both panted in the silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was zoned out, and Enzo? Who knew what went through that man’s head.

A sharp tug of my nipples threw me back into the present. “Hey,” I growled. “Cut that out.”

Enzo chuckled, the sound enough to make me want to hear it on an endless loop. “Let’s talk about that comment you made,” he said, sitting up. “Who was it that filled you up before?”

I saw that wicked glint in his eye. “I would never tell you in a million years,” I whispered. “You’re insane.”

“And you keep coming back.”

He was right about that. “Can’t seem to help myself.” I yawned, blinking to try to stay awake.

“Tex?”

“Yeah?” I mumbled, falling into the pleasant buzz that traveled through my body.

“Am I really helping you?”

I glanced at him. Slowly, I raised a hand and pushed my fingers through his hair. It was soft to the touch, thick, and smelled amazing. The more I stroked his hair, the more he clung to me, cuddling against my body like I was going to disappear.

“I’m not nose-deep in a pile of coke, so yes,” I answered honestly because I knew the truth helped him. “I feel better here. Maybe it’s because I know no matter how much I screw up, you and your family have done much worse.” I tensed. “That’s not what I—”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s the truth.” Enzo’s fingers ran over my skin. “Go to sleep.”

“I need to clean up.”

“No, you don’t. Leave that to me.”

Enzo finally pulled himself free of my arms. As he slid out of me, I held my breath.

I wanted to tell Enzo to slide himself back in. At least until I fell asleep. Instead, I kept my mouth shut and watched him walk to the bathroom with the toy in his hand.

I was losing the fight against sleep. My phone buzzed, and I snagged it off the floor. Chelsea. Rourke. My father. The only person I responded to was Chelsea.

Tex: I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. And sober.

Chelsea: Asshole. Glad you’re okay.

Tex: I’m sorry.

I laid my phone on the nightstand and sighed. Tomorrow was going to suck. I owed Chelsea an apology, I had to talk to Rourke, and my father probably realized I’d broken into his files. Massaging my temple, I gazed up when a dark shadow fell over me and jumped as Enzo stared down at me.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry.” Enzo held up a towel. “Be still and go to sleep. That phone can wait until tomorrow.” He glanced at it. “Put it on silent.”

Arguing with Enzo was pointless. I was quickly learning that. I shut off the sound and noted the look of approval on his face. Once he was done cleaning me up, he slipped into bed beside me. Enzo’s arms circled my body before he sat up.

“Now what?” I asked.

The pressure on my nipples disappeared. Both of them throbbed. I reached up to touch them, but Enzo slapped my hand away gently. His fingers caressed me, and my body took that as a green light to get revved up again.

“What’s the matter?” Enzo asked.

I rolled over to face him. “If you keep doing that, we’ll be right back at it.”

Enzo kept his eyes focused on mine as he resumed rubbing. A shudder ran up my spine. I opened my mouth to tell him we were doing it again but stopped short. The meow and scratching at the door made us turn in that direction. Enzo groaned.

“I’ll let him in.”

“Thanks,” I laughed. “He’s needy.”

“Like you.”

I blinked at Enzo’s retreating back. I didn’t think I was needy, but maybe I was kidding myself. My thoughts turned to Penelope as he ran inside the room and hopped up on Enzo’s bed. He made himself at home, curled up on my chest, and promptly started falling asleep. Enzo glared at him.

“Leave my cat alone. You’re gonna have to share me.”

Enzo growled. “Never.” He climbed into bed anyway and laid beside me. “So, why is he named Penelope?”

I grinned. “When I got him, the person I bought him from was sure he was a girl, and I was a huge fan of . Penelope was an easy choice. I found out she was actually a boy when I took him in to get fixed and never changed the name. He doesn’t seem to mind.” I yawned, relaxing all over again as I pet Penelope. “He loves me anyway.”

Enzo was so quiet I thought he’d fallen asleep. I glanced over, only to be met with his intense gaze. He left a kiss on my lips.

“What was that for?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I felt like it. Now go to bed.”

Enzo tossed the blanket over Penelope and me before sliding under it himself. He gave Penelope one last glance, sighed, and cuddled up against me. I snickered under my breath. Who knew a man like Enzo Vitale would be jealous of a little old cat?