Caution: Enzo & Paige (Oak Springs Book 3)

by Lucy Rinaldi

  “I'm not good for you.” His voice is low as he leans into me. He's fighting his feelings, I know that he is. But I don't want him to because I will never fight what I feel for him.

  “You are perfect for me,” I whisper against his lips. My god, I can feel his breath on my lips again. My pussy is soaked and tingling like crazy. My hand just will not ease the need inside of me anymore. I need him so fucking badly.

  “I'm a dangerous man, Paige.”

  “No, you're not. And even if you are, you have never been that way with me.”

  “I have nothing to give you.”

  “I don't want anything.” Just your heart. “I don't need anything, Enzo. Just tonight.” I whisper against his mouth. His eyes flutter closed, his chest is heaving, and his hand grips my thigh tighter. My god, I'm going to come if he keeps touching me like that. “Please.” I plead.

  His eyes bolt open, they burn into me. “Fuck it!” He hisses, grabs my face in his hands and crushes his mouth against mine.

  I wrap my arms around his neck as his tongue invades my mouth. I moan into his mouth, I'm flooded with arousal, and as my hands slide into his dark hair, I straddle his lap while pushing him back against the couch.

  This is all I have wanted since I was a little girl, this man and his hands on my body. I can't fully believe this is happening, but I won't stop it now, I won't let him stop it.

  He groans as I grind my throbbing pussy against his obvious arousal. Oh my god, he's so hard beneath me. His hands slide along my thighs, around my hips until he reaches my ass. He grabs my ass while still kissing me and pulls me up and against him. I whimper at the presser on my clit.

  He lets go of my ass, pulls out of our kiss, and rips my shirt over my head. I sit with a heaving chest as he looks at me in my bra and panties. Okay, I don't have huge breasts but they're not small, and with a decent bra, they always look good.

  I bite my lip while his eyes travel greedily over my body. His eyes linger on my tattoos, or the ones he can see at least. Each one has meaning to me, each one shows me I'm stronger than my past. His fingertip traces the script on my right hip which reads: Fallen Hearts Will Collide. I gasp when his fingertips linger on the entwined L and P at the end of the script.

  Okay, okay, I have a tattoo for him and I. I know it was stupid and premature, but my heart has always belonged to him. Nothing will ever change that. And I fully believe in fate and destiny. Enzo is my destiny and I am his. Even if he doesn't know it yet.

  He looks deep into my eyes, I know he's realized what the tattoo means, he's a smart man, but he doesn't say anything about it.

  “Take the bra off.” Is all he says. Thank God.

  That tattoo is just one of many across my body. I have a fair few of them. People rarely see them because I may have them all over my body, but they're easily covered. I don't have them on my hands, neck, etc. It wouldn't be good for work. People may not see them often but Enzo is about to see all of them, all of me.

  I slip my bra off my shoulders and drop it to the floor. His eyes widen and he groans appreciatively, making me giggle. “Oh,” I gasp when he grabs my breasts in his big hands, his thumbs rubbing my nipples, making them harden further to the point of painful. I have to clutch his shoulders because I know if he keeps touching me like this I'm going to come.

  “Oh my god...” I can hardly breathe, his warm mouth is toying with my nipples one at a time, sucking hard, then stroking softly with the tip of his tongue. I've seriously never felt sensations like this in my life before. And yes, I know it's because of the man touching me, all because I've longed for him to touch me for so long, but it feels so fucking good! “Please, Enzo... You're going to make me come...”

  I bite down hard on my lip to suppress a scream, his hand is inside of my panties, his fingers inside of me, his thumb circling my clit, and I feel like I'm falling from an airplane, so weightless, yet so heavy at the same time.

  “Shit, you have a clit piercing.” I can't answer him, all I can do is nod my head with my eyes closed. “Do you have any idea how sexy that is?”

  “Enzo!”

  “Come.” He demands and I obey. I come so hard I'm literally shaking and jolting against him. My head falls against his shoulder. He removes his hand from my body and panties, his other hand strokes the back of my head. And I feel so fucking good right now.

  I sense him opening his mouth to speak, but I'm not about to let him stop this now. I lift and smirk at him before sliding off his lap and getting to my knees between his legs.

  “What are you doing?”

  I grab the waistband of his shorts. “Seriously? You're asking me what I'm doing?” I laugh to myself. He smirks and lets me pull his shorts completely off. He's completely naked sitting there on his couch, and I swear to God above, I'm salivating at the size and length of his beautiful cock. “Oh my god,” I whisper more to myself, but he heard me and he chuckles.

  I take his shaft in my hand and gently stroke him. His eyes roll for a second, and I know even this simple touch feels good to him. God, he's so ripped. It's so easy to see this man is a fighter, every muscle in his body is tight. He's fucking gorgeous.

  “Suck it, baby.” And I do, I lean down and tease the thick head with my tongue. God, I could tease him all night long. He tastes so fucking good. “Don't tease me, Paige. Fuck, I'll explode.” I smirk to myself. I never thought I would get to hear him like this. “I don't wanna come like this, Paige.”

  “That's because you want to come inside of me,” I say matter-of-factly.

  I can hear him struggling to think of a response to what I just said. I'm not going to wait for him to give me one. I wrap my mouth around the length of him, sliding up and down slowly, trying to take him as far as I can. But he's so big and... well... my mouth isn't. Believe it or not.

  His fingers slide into my hair either side of my head, messing it up and pulling it from my ponytail. He guides me around him, his hips bucking upwards. He's almost choking me... No, he is choking me.

  I press the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and stroke with my tongue bar. He hisses out loud and pulls himself from my mouth. He grabs my arms and pulls me onto the couch, pushing me flat on my back within seconds. He's leaning over me and my heart is in my throat. Our eyes are locked on each other. I feel something so beautiful inside of me. I love this man so much, I know he doesn't love me, and nothing can come of tonight, but I need him so much right now.

  I cup his left cheek and rub my thumb under his eye. I'm trying so hard not to tell him how I feel, I don't want it to slip out and ruin this moment.

  “You're so beautiful.” He beat me to it yet again. I smile at him. He lifts back on his knees and grabs my panties in his hand. I squeal and laugh as he drags them down my legs. “Are you ready for this?”

  “Ever-ready.” I reach out to grab him, but he pulls away and slides down my body, holding my thighs apart. I gasp at the first contact of his tongue on my sex. He teases my pussy with his tongue, avoiding my clit in a cruel way. God, it's driving me insane.

  “I love this.” He flicks my clit bar with his finger, making me jump and groan. “You're a freaky little lady, aren't you?”

  “Yes!” I yell out because I can't take much more, I need his mouth on me. “Enzo, please...”

  “Tell me what you want, Paige.”

  “I want you to lick my clit. I want you to make me come again. I want you!”

  He chuckles against my tender flesh.

  Fuck this.

  I grab his hair in my hands and guide his mouth to where I need him. And, Oh my god, he is so gifted with his mouth! His tongue slides over my pussy, licking me, eating me with desperation. I can't help it, I can't hold it. I scream his name as I come hard against his tongue. And I swear to God, I think I've torn a muscle in my thigh with how tight the muscles within them locked through that orgasm!

  I groan as he climbs my body again. He's so handsome, so fit, so perfect. I grab the back of his neck and pull
his mouth against mine. He kisses me like he's starving for me, like he needs me so desperately he might die if he doesn't kiss me.

  He nudges my knees and I spread my legs for him. His hands clasp mine, entwining our fingers, holding them beside my head as he strokes the head of his cock along my soaking wet pussy, hitting my now very tender clit.

  “Please,” I beg.

  “Please, what?” How did I know he'd be like this? All mocking and bossy. But I can't deny I like.

  “Please fuck me. I need you... Oh god,” He pushes himself straight into me, so hard that I lose my breath for a second.

  He moves expertly inside of me and I'm clutching at him, rocking my hips in time with his. I lift my legs higher above his waist, I need him deeper. I've never been with a man so big and gifted, and yes, I am well aware that I'm biased because of the way I feel about him. But doesn't that make this even more beautiful?

  His lips are all over me, my neck, my chest, my breasts. I'm moaning so loudly that I'm sure they can hear me in the next town over. He's thrusting into me so hard I can feel him in my throat!

  Shit, I am so close to coming my pussy can't help but clamp down on him. My body is shaking, my thigh muscles jumping, I can't hold it... “Fuck! Please, Enzo. I can't... Stop... Oh god,...I'm coming!...” I couldn't have stopped it if I tried, and believe me, I tried.

  Okay, I'm not a virgin by any means, but no one has ever been able to make me come so many times before, and each time was more intense than the last. How did he do that?

  He bucks into me, faster, harder, until he grabs my throat, making my eyes roll. He pushes himself as deep as he can go and comes so hard into me, his body goes rigid, his eyes closed. My god, he is so beautiful when he comes.

  He pulls out of me slowly, making me gasp, but he doesn't move from the position he's in. He looks down at me. I smile at him, but he doesn't smile back. He has that tortured look on his face again. I bite my lip while stroking his face. But he huffs and pulls away from me. What the hell? Did I do something wrong?

  “You should go to bed.” Wow. Way to make me feel used!

  I pull myself up when he grabs my shirt from the floor and throws it at me. I pull it on as quickly as I can. I then stand and pick up my underwear. “Should I help you back upstairs?”

  “No,” Is all he says. I watch him pull on his shorts. I hand him his crutches, which he snatches out of my hand like they were burning hot and I was the cause of that heat, and not in a nice way. He pulls himself to his feet and leaves the room as fast as he can.

  What the hell just happened here?

  This was literally the best night of my life. A dream come true, the ultimate fantasy come true. And now I just feel so used and unwanted.

  What the hell did you expect, Paige? You asked him for one night, he gave it to you. Did you really think you would ever mean anything more to him?

  No, I guess I didn't

  Ten

  Enzo

  I fucked her. I fucked her damn brains out. Why the hell did I do that? Because I'm a weak son of a bitch, who can't keep his dick in his pants.

  What's worse?

  I dismissed her like she was nothing straight afterward. I knew she wanted me to hold her, to tell her she was mine now. But she asked for one night and I gave her that. Or at least, I gave her the sex she wanted.

  Was I wrong for sending her home the very next day without so much as a thank you? Probably. She's better off hating me.

  So why then can I not stop thinking about her?

  Everything about her was just perfect. Every damn fucking inch of her body. She should be mine. She could be if I just manned up and claimed her. Freddy would have a shit fit, but in all honesty, I don't give two fucks what Freddy has to say on the matter. It's none of his business.

  I shouldn't've touched her. But I can't bring myself to really regret it.

  I haven't spoken to her since that night a week ago. But I can't think about anything else. I sat in my room last night just thinking about her. What it would be like to make her mine, to have her in my bed every night. To touch her, taste her, fuck her whenever I wanted.

  Then I woke up this morning determined to see her. There's no way I can claim her for my own, but there's no way I can stay away from her either. I need her. I fucking crave her. She did something to me that night. She made me feel something I never thought I could feel.

  She has no idea of the monster she's released. No damn clue what I could do to her. I won't let her into my heart, but that doesn't mean I won't take her whenever I feel like it.

  And right now, I feel like it.

  I've been reduced to taking cabs all over the place if I want to go out. Of course, Sonny is more than willing to drive me wherever I want to go, but I don't like relying on my brother for everything. Besides, if I told him I wanted a ride to the hospital, he'd insist on staying to the end of my appointment.

  I don't have an appointment. Not that kind anyway.

  Like the stalker I've always been where Paige is concerned, I've made my way to her floor, waiting in the shadows for her to walk by. She's bound to sooner or later. I haven't needed a woman this badly in a very long time.

  I don't know how long I've been waiting but it feels like forever. I'm getting agitated. My cock is rock hard, aching for her sweet little pussy. It's like my dick has a mind of its own where Paige is concerned.

  I see her through the crack in the door of which I'm hiding behind. She's walking along the corridor with some jumped up doctor, laughing at whatever it is he's saying to her. He wants her, that much is obvious. He looks nice enough if you like pretty boy motherfuckers. She'd be better off with someone like him, someone who could give her his heart.

  Why am I suddenly filled with such rage?

  Why do I feel like she's cheating on me when she isn't even mine?

  Why do I want to punish her? Because I do. I really fucking do!

  “You're a hard worker, Paige, I like that about you.”

  Fucker. Is that the way he normally gets women? Flatters them on how hard they work? Probably the kind of guy who buys them flowers and chocolates, lights fucking candles and takes them up to his penthouse and shows them the time of their fucking lives.

  “Thank you, Dr.” She's blushing. She likes him. It pisses me off.

  Why is it pissing me off? Isn't this what I wanted, for her to move on, to find somebody who worships her?

  “You're a very beautiful girl, Paige.”

  My eyes are burning, the blood in my head is pounding. He's touching her arm!

  She's not yours, jackass. You made sure of that!

  My head is suddenly spinning. What the fuck is wrong with me? I want to fuck her but I don't want anything more. She has the right to be with whoever she wants. I don't have the right to dictate to her who she can and can't sleep with.

  Yeah, you do. You know her, if you're fucking her, she won't be fucking anyone else. She's not that kind of girl.

  No, she isn't.

  While I've been fuming silently, Dr. Fuck face has walked away. Paige is walking closer, humming to herself. She comes even closer, I slip my arm out of the door and grab her arm, pulling her into the closet I'm standing in, ripping a scream from her mouth. One I cover with my hand before anyone can hear anything.

  She's pressed against the now closed door, whimpering behind my hand. I'm pressed against her, my nose against her neck, breathing in her scent. My cock is twitching like crazy. I need to be inside of her before I explode.

  She fights against me. It's pointless. “Shh,” She instantly stops struggling. I can't see anything in this damn room, it's too fucking dark, but she knew it was me the second I shushed her. “He touched you.” She shakes her head, my hand still over her mouth. “I. Saw. Him.” I hiss down her ear, making her cringe.

  I'm not going to hurt her. I would never hurt her.

  My lips attack her neck and she moans behind my hand, which falls away when she palms my cock. I'm so fucking hard f
or her.

  “Enzo, what are we doing?”

  I don't say anything, I don't know what to say, I just grab her and spin her around, her hands pressed against the door. I'm not about to play nice, this is nothing more than a quick fuck. She's at work after all.

  I grab her scrubs and yank them past her knees, her panties going along for the ride. My fingers find her little-pierced button, playing with her, driving her crazy to the point she's soaking wet and whimpering, begging me with her body to take her. I'm too fucking hard to play games, but I haven't forgotten the need to punish her.

  That's why I finger her to the point of coming and then stop just before she peaks. That's when I bend her over the small desk in this dingy room and spank the ever living shit outta her. She won't be able to sit down for a week after this.

  “Enzo, please!”

  I tease her pussy with my cock head. “I wonder what your colleagues would think if they could see you like this. Bent over a desk in a dark closet with a former patient.” She whimpers and I chuckle. She can pretend she doesn't want this, but her body betrays her. She's too fucking wet, her pussy is pulsing, opening ready for me.

  The whole room smells of her arousal and I feel fucking drunk from it.

  I slam into her so hard she screams. “Naughty Nurse Monroe, having her tight little cunt filled, begging for my cum to fill her. That's what you want, isn't it? My cum deep inside your pussy?”

  I slam into her as she screams, “Yes, yes! Fill me with your cum. I want it so bad, Enzo.”

  Who am I to deny her?

  I reach around and pinch her clit as I thrust hard and fast inside of her. It's literally seconds before she's coming hard and fast, squirting all over the damn place, sobbing her pleasure. And that tips me right over the damn edge with her.

  As soon as my cock stops throbbing I pull out of her and put myself away. The guilt hits me right away, and I feel fucking sick. I can't look at her – not that I can really see her, but my eyes have adjusted – as she pulls her scrubs back into place. Why did I do this? I should have left her alone to get on with her life. But not me, no, I had to come here and fuck her stupid for my own selfish reasons.