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Body of a Greek god? Check. Could ruin my life with just the tip? Check.
“Enzo! P-please, don’t let them—” “Don’t worry, baby, they’re not the ones you should be afraid of.”
“Would like to know yer names, if ya don’t mind,” he says, turning to stick the two mugs in the microwave. I mind. “Sawyer,” the little thief supplies hurriedly. I grind my teeth harder. Apparently, she doesn’t feel the need to lie to him about her name, and something about that annoys the fuck out of me. Then again, there are very few things in this world that don’t. “His name is Enzo. Sorry for his manners. He got bullied in school and hasn’t seen a therapist yet. We really appreciate your kindness.”
“We're a team now, baby. Do what you do best and kill anything unfortunate enough to come near you.”
“Does it hurt, baby?” he asks quietly.
“Do you hear how pretty it sings for me? Why don’t you sing me a lullaby, bella? Let me hear it.”
“Do you honestly think you scare me? A shrimp is more intimidating than you.”
“Can you see him, baby? Ask him for forgiveness.”
“Because you worship me now.”
“Good boy,” I whisper.
My eyes begin to roll when he hits a particular spot inside me. But the moment I do, a sharp crack fills the air, followed by a searing burn across my cheek. “Eyes on me, Sawyer,” he demands hotly.
“È impossibile odiarti quando mi fai sentire così vivo,”
“Brava ragazza. You’re doing so fucking good,” I praise, rolling my hips into her. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Drop to your knees, bella ladra. I’ll give you everything you’ve been praying for.”