Chapter 6

Marco’s fingers dig deeper into my hips, his grip bruising as he slams into me with a grunt, his cock thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy.

The wooden table creaks beneath us, the rough grain biting into my back as I arche, my cuffed wrists scraping against the edge.

Enzo still has his hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make me gasp, my lungs burning for air. His other hand twists in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to ...