Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Enzo

“…Yes, Please.”

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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.

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Chapter 116

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 triumphi 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.”

That’s it. Game over.

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