Tied To The Enemy Part 2

She heard the quiet shift of fabric, his zipper, the soft clink of his belt as it dropped to the floor. Without warning, his fingers thrust into her—two at once, deep and curling perfectly inside her.

She moaned loudly.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me.”

He fingered her harder and faster. When he felt her start to tighten around him, he withdrew.

“Not yet.”

She whimpered again—lost on the edge of climax.

Then he grabbed her hips and positioned his hard and erected cock at her entrance and entered her with a hard thrust.

She screamed in pleasure and pain.

“Mine,” he groaned against her ear. “Every inch of you.”

He moved inside her at a punishing pace, one hand tangled in her hair, the other grabbed her hip as he fucked her hard. The blindfold made it worse, every sensation was heightened, every thrust more intense.

She shattered around him, moaning his name out loud.

And still, he didn’t stop.

Dante turned her, lifting her effortlessly laying her on the bed. He climbed over her, eyes locked on her blindfolded face.

“Look at me,” he murmured, pulling the silk from her eyes.

When she blinked, her gaze met his. And what she saw there wasn’t just hunger—it was possession.

Their mouths crashed together in hunger and passion.

His thrusts slowed, deepened. Their eyes never broke contact as he chased his own release, teeth gritted, body tense.

He came with a low, guttural sound—releasing into her, collapsing onto his elbows as his forehead rested against hers.

They stayed like that, bodies tangled, breathless.

Elena didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her body had already answered.

Dante brushed a strand of damp hair from her face and kissed her—soft this time.

“I warned you,” he murmured.

Her lips quirked.

“And I stayed.”

Elena woke up in silk sheets, skin still tingling from everything Dante had done to her the night before. The city was still dark outside—somewhere between midnight and dawn—and the penthouse was quiet, but not empty.

She felt him before she saw him.

He was standing by the window again, shirtless now, the glow of the skyline painting his bare chest in gold and shadows. One hand held a glass of whiskey. The other was clenched at his side.

Elena pulled the sheets tighter around herself, but he didn’t look back.

“You’re awake,” he said simply.

Her voice was small. “Should I not be?”

Dante turned slowly. His eyes locked onto hers, and the moment stretched, thick with something dangerous and unspoken.

“You slept in my bed,” he said. You screamed my name while I fucked you blind. You gave me every part of you, Elena.”

He stepped forward, and with each step, her pulse spiked. Her body remembered everything—how he touched her, how he took her.

He sat on the bed, watching her.

“Now you wear this.”

From his pocket, he pulled a black leather collar.

Her breath caught.

“I’m not your pet,” she said.

He leaned in, gliding his tongue against her throat.

“No. You’re my possession.”

She should’ve said no. But when his fingers fastened it gently around her neck, a new kind of heat spread low in her belly.

“You hate that you like it,” he murmured, thumb brushing the buckle. “But you do.”

She swallowed hard, eyes fluttering closed. “Yes.”

He growled in satisfaction . He kissed her, slow and possessive, one hand buried in her hair.

“I’m going to ruin you, Elena. Not just your body. Your name. Your world. And you’ll beg for it.”

His words shouldn’t have made her thighs press together. But they did.

She wasn’t the same girl who arrived last night. She was falling apart under him—wanting things she’d never say out loud.”

He guided her gently down, his body moving over hers.

“No blindfold tonight,” he said. “You watch while I make you mine.”

His hands were rough and demanding.

He kissed her throat, fondled her breasts while sucking her nipple, marking her with every press of lips and teeth.

He turned her over, pulled her to her knees.

The collar tightened ever so slightly as he fisted the loop at her throat.

“You take what I give you,” he growled in her ear. “Like a good girl.”

She whimpered, arching for him. “Yes, Dante…”

His palm met her ass twice—heat blooming across her skin as he spanked her .

“Louder.”

“Yes, sir.”

He chuckled darkly. “Better.”

His cock already hard and pulsing, he positioned at the entrance to her wet pussy and slammed into her without mercy. Her breath left her in a gasp as he fucked her hard and fast, owning her completely .

Her hands clenched the sheets. She cried out, each thrust tipping her closer to the edge.

“You like the collar?” he asked between thrusts.

“Yes—yes—God, yes—”

“You wear it for me. Only me.”

His fingers wrapped tighter in the loop, pulling her back as he pounded into her from behind.

Elena shattered again, her pussy clenching hard around him, wracked with wave after wave of release.

He followed with a growl, hips bucking as he emptied himself deep inside her.

They collapsed together in silence, sweat slicking their skin.

He pulled her against his chest, surprisingly gently. One hand stroked her hair. The other rested at her throat, thumb brushing the leather.

“You’re mine,” he murmured.

Elena closed her eyes, her voice barely audible.

“I know.”

And maybe, deep down, she wanted to be.