Accidentally Yours Chapter 81

**Enzo**

“…Yes. Please.”

***Good. Brave. Let’s see how long before she devours you whole.***

“Then you’ll do exactly what I say,” Enzo growled.

“Yes, boss,” Nico muttered, voice hoarse.

Lola laughed low in her throat, leaning back into him, one hand lifting Nico’s and pressing it against her waist. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Enzo’s tone was sharp. “Hands higher.”

Nico obeyed, tentative, sliding up her ribs until his thumbs brushed the under-swell of her breasts. Lola arched, sighing like sin, her head tipping back. But her eyes—always—stayed on Enzo.

***Christ, look at you. Look at her. Both of you dancing on my leash.***

“Now down,” Enzo rasped. “Slow. Like she’ll break.”

Nico’s palms dragged lower. Across her stomach. Her hips. Down her thighs. Lola spread her knees just slightly, enough to make Nico’s breath hitch audibly.

She laughed, quiet, dangerous. “You’re shaking.”

“Shut up,” Nico muttered—but his voice cracked in betrayal.

Enzo leaned forward, his glare pinning them both. “Take her shirt off.”

Nico froze. “Are—”

“That wasn’t a request.”

Lola smirked, raising her arms lazily like a queen awaiting tribute. Nico tugged Enzo’s shirt over her head inch by inch until bare skin caught the city glow. Black panties, no bra. His fists curled so tight the veins stood out in his arms.

***Mine. Always mine. And I’m letting you put your hands where they don’t belong because she asked me to. Because she wants me burning.***

“Drag your hands down her body,” Enzo ordered, his voice gravel. “From her throat to her thighs. Slow.”

Nico’s hands hesitated at her collarbone, then obeyed. He slid over the soft swell of her breasts, the flat of her stomach, lower, lower. Lola gasped, arching, eyes locked to Enzo like she was tethered only to him.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she purred.

Nico groaned, the sound ripped out of him. “You have no idea.”

Enzo’s patience snapped like a blade. “Enough.”

Nico’s hands stilled. Lola’s smirk widened. Wicked triumph gleamed in her eyes as if she’d gotten exactly what she wanted.

Enzo stood, looming over them, and gripped Lola’s chin, forcing her to look only at him. Her lips parted, breath shuddering, green-gold eyes blazing.

“You wanted to play?” His voice rumbled low, dangerous, hot. “Then play. But remember—every move belongs to me.”

Her grin turned feral. She reached back, grabbed Nico’s wrist, and deliberately guided two of his fingers against the slick heat between her thighs—panties damp, fabric no barrier at all. Nico went rigid, cock pressing thick under her.

Enzo’s eyes darkened to iron. His voice dropped to a lethal purr.

“You just signed your death warrant, amore.”

Lola’s wicked grin widened as she grabbed Nico’s second hand and dragged it to her breast, pressing until his fingers closed around her.

Two hands on her now. One low. One high.

And her eyes locked on Enzo like she knew exactly what fuse she’d lit.

“Can Daddy guess how wet I am,” she whispered, sugar and venom. “While being held by Nic?”

***That’s it. Game over***.

Enzo was out of his chair before the words even finished leaving her mouth. His hand snapped around her throat, yanking her up off Nico’s lap. She gasped, laughing, half-choked, as he spun her and slammed her down over the table..

Coaster flying, A glass toppled and shattered. Didn’t matter.

Her cheek pressed flat to the wood for a heartbeat—just long enough for him to rip her panties aside and drive into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, sharp, ecstatic, her fingers clawing the table’s edge.

But he wasn’t going to let her hide there.

“Up,” he snarled, dragging her by the throat until her back arched, hands on the table for support, her body open to Nico sitting wrecked in the chair across from them. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples peaked, mouth wide in a broken cry.

Enzo’s grip held her throat, his other hand sliding mercilessly down her front until his fingers found her clit. He rubbed hard, rough, in perfect counterpoint to the ruthless snap of his hips.

***Look at her. Look at what’s mine. You’ll never touch her like this. You’ll never give her this.***

Lola’s head lolled back against his shoulder, eyes glassy, lips parted in desperate moans. And through it all—her gaze caught Nico’s. Held him. Owned him.

Enzo bent low, his growl hot in her ear.

“Tell him.”

She sobbed out the words between gasps. “Enzo—ahhh—fuck, Enzo—I’m yours. Only yours. Always—yours—”

Her body convulsed around him, clenching hard, her scream tearing free as she came, her nails raking deep grooves into the table’s surface.

Enzo’s chest slammed into her back, his hand tightening on her throat, his pace vicious, unrelenting, until he felt her fall apart again, dragged down by his fingers working her clit.

***Mine. Forever. Even when you tempt me, torture me, test me—I own you.***

And he made sure Nico saw every second of it.

“Enzo—please—ahh, I can’t—”

His grip on her throat tightened just enough to pin her focus. His snarl burned against her ear.

“You’ll take everything I give you, won't you amore?”

Her nails scraped helplessly against the table. “Yes—fuck, yes—give it to me—I don’t know how mu—” should couldn’t finish that sentence.

***You’ll take it all. Every last bit of me. Because you are mine.***

He slammed into her again, harder, brutal rhythm turning merciless. His fingers never left her clit, grinding until her sobs cracked open into one last scream. Her whole body shook violently, then seized around him in a final, devastating orgasm.

Nico cursed under his breath, jerking against his own hand, muffling the groan that ripped out of him as his cock pulsed hot in his pants. His wide eyes never left Lola—wrecked, undone, lost beneath Enzo’s hands.

Enzo finally let go with a savage groan, burying himself deep, spilling into her as she went limp. Her lashes fluttered once. Twice. Then nothing. Out cold.

For a moment, he just held her, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his spine. Then he carefully tucked her panties back, pulled his shirt down over her, and eased her into his arms. She was boneless, wrecked, his mark branded all over her.

***Mine. Burned into the marrow.***

He glanced at Nico, whose chest was still rising too fast, whose face was flushed with guilt and awe all at once.

“Get the door,” Enzo said quietly. “She’s not sleeping out here.”

Nico jumped up, fumbling the handle open. Enzo carried Lola inside, across the penthouse, and laid her on the couch with the kind of gentleness that didn’t fit the feral violence he’d just unleashed.

He straightened, rolling his shoulders once, grounding himself. “I want her to rest today. I’ll call for a full body massage—they’ll be here for two o’clock. Whatever she wants, take care of it. Just make sure she rests.”

Enzo carried her in—limp, twitching faintly with aftershocks—and lowered her carefully onto the couch. She curled instinctively, soft sigh leaving her lips, his shirt hanging off her shoulder. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, the gesture tender in a way that would’ve made men bleed if they’d seen it.

“She’ll sleep all day,” he murmured. His voice was low, certain, like a vow. “Let her. Keep her close. Make sure she knows she’s safe.”

Nico hovered, hands shoved into his pockets like he didn’t know where else to put them. He nodded fast. “Clear.”

Enzo’s gaze cut to him, sharp first, then softened into something weightier. He poured himself into the silence, then said it—honest, raw, the kind of truth he’d never offer anyone else.

“I’m so far under, Nico, I’m dragging you all down with me. And maybe that’s the only way—because she deserves more love than one man can give.”

His eyes lingered on her curled form, softer for a heartbeat, then snapped back with steel.

“But make no mistake.” He leaned in, voice pitched low, rough with possession.

“She’ll be the mother of my children. That womb? That’s mine to fill. Always. I’ll let her play. I’ll let her burn us all alive if that’s what she wants. But when it comes to what’s hers—” his jaw flexed, “—that belongs to me.”

The weight of it hung heavy, crackling like storm air.

Nico swallowed hard. He wasn’t rattled often, but this? This shook something loose inside him. Loyalty. Dread. And—fuck him for it—want.

Enzo gave Lola one last touch, fingers trailing her hair back from her face. Then he straightened, rolling his shoulders like he was already pulling the Don back on over the man.

“I’ll call someone in for a full body massage at two. Order food, play games, whatever she asks—just keep her here. Keep her resting.”

Nico’s nod was quick, sharp. “Got it.”

Enzo’s mouth curved—dark, tender, both at once. He looked down at Lola one last time, then back at Nico.

“She’s my queen. Don’t forget it.”

And with that, he turned, heading for his room to prepare for LA.