Accidentally Yours Chapter 53

****Lola****

“Still think I should’ve done it in front of everyone?”

Her answer came out in a gasp, but she meant every word.

“Yes.”

Her legs were already trembling, every muscle strung tight like a bowstring as he drove into her again. There was no rhythm meant to last — this was raw, unfiltered possession, each movement stealing her breath and replacing it with his name.

She braced herself, but it didn’t matter. He owned the pace. He owned her.

***I can’t— I’m not going to last—***

The bedframe creaked under the force, her own sounds filling the air until they blurred into something she couldn’t recognize as her own voice. Heat coiled low and tight, twisting sharper and sharper until she thought she’d break from it—

And then he shifted.

The sudden withdraw made her gasp, confusion flaring — but before she could protest, his touch was back, lower, sliding into forbidden territory, territory he’d slowly been working since he started, with the same ruthless intent he’d had all night but the slow tenderness of a man not wanting to hurt something precious.

Her body arched without her permission, every nerve sparking under the onslaught as he kept her there, trapped between too much and not enough.

Slowly working that electric little bundle as he slowly entered something she’s only allowed a couple of times until he was seated deep inside.

He gave her time to adjust, never not working her clit, spitting to add more lubrication before he unleashed him self, pace off the charts and his fingers working with the same vigor.

She tried to breathe, to think, but the overstimulation was merciless — the kind of sensation that built and built until there was nowhere for it to go but over.

The moment it hit, it was like falling off the edge of the world. White heat burst behind her eyes, her vision flashing as every muscle seized, then gave way completely.

The last thing she felt was his hands catching her before she hit the mattress, his voice low and rough in her ear.

“Mine.”

Everything else faded, her body going limp — a no-bones, boneless heap in his arms — as the darkness swallowed her whole.

****Enzo****

Enzo held her against his chest, her weight limp and warm, head tucked into the curve of his neck.

She wasn’t hurt.

Just… gone. Boneless from the force of it.

The faint thump of her heartbeat against his skin kept him grounded as he carried her toward the bathroom. He should’ve felt guilt for pushing her that far. He didn’t.

Not when every instinct in him purred at the memory.

She teased. She provoked. And I gave her exactly what she needed.

The steam from the shower curled into the air as he stepped in with her still in his arms. The spray hit his back first, then hers, rivulets racing down her skin and over his hands where they held her. She stirred faintly, a soft hum against his throat, but didn’t open her eyes.

He tilted his head back under the heat, letting it wash over them both, rinsing away the sweat, the slick, the evidence of just how far he’d taken them.

***I’ve never lost control like that.***

***Not with anyone.***

He thought of Kevin’s hand on her, of the way she straddled Dom without hesitation, and that dark, possessive current surged again in his chest. It wasn’t just jealousy that had driven him — it was deeper, sharper.

The need to leave something on her no one could mistake.

And God, feeling her break apart under him, hearing the way she screamed his name until her voice went raw—

A quiet, dangerous satisfaction settled low in his gut.

***Nothing in my life has ever felt that good.***

He pressed a kiss to her temple, slow and deliberate, letting the spray soak them both.

When she woke, she’d probably try to mouth off again.

And he’d probably let her.

****Lola****

Lola curled into Enzo’s side, his palm tracing idle circles over her hip like he owned the map of her body.

“You know,” she murmured, “I was supposed to tell you this morning. Right before breakfast turned into… a cat chase.”

He smirked. “The chase.”

“The chase,” she echoed, rolling her eyes. “You have this ridiculous ability to completely shut my brain down. And I don’t mean in the dumb, giggly way. I mean—you get my body going and my brain just… stops braining. Which is refreshing, honestly. But—” she tapped his chest, “—it’s back online now.”

One brow arched. “Should I be worried?”

She tilted her head back, watching his profile in the low light. “I’ve been thinking about the Zhangs.”

That earned her a slow blink. “And?”

She exhaled, letting her fingers trace the faint bruising along his knuckles. Kevin. Dom. The chase. All of it had built into something molten in him earlier, and she could still feel it.

And now, she was about to pour gasoline on the fire.

“Don’t just clean out the port,” she said softly. “Don’t just replace their guys with yours. Watch them. Every Zhang. Their wives. Their cousins. Their grandmothers if they’re still breathing. Anyone they talk to, anyone who talks to them.”

He didn’t move, but she felt the stillness sharpen around him.

“Track where they go, who they meet, how often. Build a map so detailed you could walk into their lives and know what they’re doing before they even think about doing it. And if they ever start sniffing around for retaliation?”

She shifted onto her elbow so she could look him dead in the eye. “You show them. Show them just how far your reach goes. Make them understand—one wrong move, and it’s not just them who vanish. It’s every single person who remembers their names.”

Her own heart thudded hard in her chest, not from fear, but from the weight of it.

“You can’t just block their moves,” she murmured. “You have to own the whole board.”

The words of her old Mandarin tutor slipped through her mind like a ghost: *You don’t protect the king by blocking attacks. You protect the king by controlling the board.*

And in her head, she answered him. ***I’m going to do everything I can to protect my king.***

“Send someone you trust to live down there for a while,” she went on. “Manage it. Keep the workers loyal to you. If the Zhangs’ people so much as blink wrong, you hear about it before they’ve even thought about acting. No threats. Just proof you’re everywhere. That you could erase their whole network tomorrow if you wanted.”

Enzo’s eyes darkened, like he was already picturing it.

“I like waking up next to you,” she said simply. “And I’m not ready for that to change.”

For a moment he didn’t say anything—just watched her like she’d handed him a weapon sharper than steel.

Christ, maybe she had.

Somewhere between inking lines into strangers’ skin today and feeling his hand at the small of her back tonight, she’d made a choice. She would be whoever she needed to be to keep the man who had—without meaning to—set her free, safe from anyone who dared to try and harm him.

***He is mine.***

***And I'm was the only one allowed to give that man trouble.***