เข้าสู่ระบบEnzo’s POVHer pussy clenched around my cock every time I pushed deep. The wet heat of her was driving me insane. I could still taste her from earlier, still feel how she had trembled in the clinic. Now she was here, spread open on the desk, legs wide, tits exposed, eyes glassy with pleasure she kept trying to fight.I pulled out of her again, ignoring the soft sound of protest she made. I lifted her off the desk and carried her the short distance to the leather couch against the wall. I sat down and looked up at her.“Sit on me, Becca.”She hesitated only a second before climbing onto my lap, knees on either side of my hips. I guided my cock back to her entrance and watched her face as she slowly sank down onto me. A low groan left my throat when her tight pussy took every inch again.“Fuck… just like that.”She started to move, rising and falling on my cock. I gripped her hips and helped her find a rhythm, thrusting up to meet her every time she came down. The wet slap of our
Rebecca’s POVHis mouth crashed onto mine before I could even think. The kiss was nothing like the desperate, trembling one in the clinic. This one was hard, claiming, and full of passion. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me like he already owned every part of me. My hands were still pressed against his chest, but the fight in my arms weakened the second his scent wrapped around me again—rain and mint, strong and addictive.I made a soft sound against his mouth. Enzo groaned low in his throat and deepened the kiss, one hand still buried in my hair while the other stayed locked on my waist. When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard.“Let me remind you what you felt,” he said, his voice rough.Before I could answer, he turned me around. My hands landed on the edge of the large mahogany desk. Enzo stepped in close behind me, his body heat pressing against my back. He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck, then the curve of my shoulder, slow and deliberat
Enzo's POVWhat the hell is wrong with me?This wasn't the plan. This was never supposed to be the plan.When I took her memories months ago, I ripped my own heart out of my chest just to keep her safe. I sacrificed everything—our bond, our shared history, my own happiness—to shield her from the pain of losing me, and from the danger that follows my name. She was supposed to live a quiet life far away from my dark world. I was dying inside every single day without her, but I forced myself to stay away because her survival meant more to me than my own soul.So why was I standing here, trapping her against my body? Why was I pushing her?Am I insane?Yes. The answer was a terrifying, loud yes.The second I saw her on that training field—pale, drained, and looking like a hollow shell of the vibrant female I loved—every piece of my self-control shattered into dust. And after touching her in the clinic, after holding her fragile, shaking body against mine and feeling her melt into m
Rebecca's POVMy heart beat loudly in my ears as I walked down the long, cold hallway toward Professor William’s office. Every single step felt heavy.Panic was clawing at my throat. What if someone saw us in the clinic? What if the Academy Council knows? What if they are all sitting in there right now, waiting to expel me or punish me for sleeping with a married Alpha?By the time I reached the grand wooden door, my hands were shaking so hard I could barely raise my fist to knock. I took a deep breath, trying to force my lungs to work, and knocked twice."Come in," a deep, authoritative voice called out from the other side.My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. I slowly turned the brass door handle and pushed the heavy door open, bracing myself for the absolute worst. I expected to see Professor William sternly sitting behind his desk, surrounded by intimidating members of the Council with disappointment and anger written across their faces.Instead, the office was complete
Rebecca's POVI blinked up at the white ceiling, my eyes opening wide as I realized what I had just done. I had just laid completely naked on a bed in a campus clinic, giving myself to a man who was practically a stranger—a man who had told me months ago that he was married. And on top of that, he didn't use any protection.How could I have let this happen? How could I be so weak and loose?Panicked, I pushed against Enzo's wide chest, my voice coming out as a shaky whisper. "I... I need to get up."Enzo frowned, his eyes looking at my face with worry. "Becca? What’s wrong?""Everything," I choked out, scrambling backward on the bed.I grabbed my messy clothes off the floor with shaking hands, quickly pulling my shirt over my head and tugging my jeans up my legs. My face burned with deep embarrassment and confusion. I couldn't even look at him. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely button my pants."Becca, look at me," Enzo said softly, sitting up on the edge of the bed
Rebecca's POVI melted into him again, my fingers twisting into the front of his shirt as a fresh wave of heat gathered low in my belly. God, I should stop. I knew I should. But the way he tasted—warm and sweet, like mint and something familiar—made every sensible thought completely dissolve.Enzo pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, our hot breath mixing together. His thumbs gently stroked my warm cheeks, and his voice came out rough and full of strain. "Becca... you have no idea what you do to me."I didn't answer with words. Instead, I kissed him again, slower this time, enjoying the way his lips moved against mine and learning the shape of him all over again. His hands slid down my sides, holding my waist firmly as he shifted us. He stood up, lifting me easily with him, my legs wrapping around his hips like they were made to belong right there.The examination bed creaked as he laid me back down on it, the thin mattress dipping under our combined weight.
Rebecca’s POV“You have to help me, Becca. Please… take my place. I can't marry Enzo. I won't,” Clara whispered, her voice trembling as much as her hands.I stared at her, certain the sleeping pills were playing tricks on my mind. Then I let out a dry, hollow laugh. “You’re joking. You have to be
Rebecca’s POVWith a sharp, guttural growl that vibrated in my own chest, he buried himself inside her in one heavy, punishing thrust.The sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, slapping sound—echoed through the silent room. Sasha let out a high-pitched, keening wail of pleasure, her fingers claw
Rebecca’s POVI stared at Enzo, my vision blurring. For a moment, I didn’t believe it. It felt as though the floor had opened up to swallow me whole."Congratulations," Father said, his voice thick with pride."No!" I shouted.I shot to my feet so fast the chair nearly crashed backward. Before
Rebecca's POVIt had been two days since the cliff accident, and I still wasn’t allowed to see Enzo. Every time I went to the healer's wing, the warriors sent me away. They told me the same thing over and over: he had made it clear he didn't want to see me.I sat on my bed, feeling restless and s







