“Now tell me a lie,” he demands, his voice gravelly, deepening his accent just the slightest. I shake my head, my brow pinching with concentration as the coil tightens. “I hate you,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider so the pleasure sharpens. Enzo’s face contorts, and once more, he appears angry as he stares down at me. Despite the severity of his features, he groans, stroking himself faster and tugging harder. “Fuck, I hate you, too, baby.”
