Celine POV"Enzo," I tried to protest, but it came out as a breathless moan instead.Enzo, that opportunistic bastard, took advantage of my words and shoved his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine. I couldn’t help but moan and cling to him as he attacked me.But I loved it. I loved how demanding he was, how he didn’t accept no for an answer. Well… at least not in the way that actually meant no."He knows you’re too proud to submit, so he makes it easier—he doesn’t give you a choice.""Oh my God," I whispered, grabbing his neck, pulling him down, and kissing him back with fierce urgency. I loved how charged he was, how electric. He made me feel alive, like I was a dead engine brought back to life. He made me roar with energy.And damn it, I wanted to ride him.Like he could read my mind, Enzo lifted me onto the counter, his hands on my ass, holding me in place. Then he slid them into my pants, touching me, pressing, rubbing. I arched toward him, my body beating like a drum.I f
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