Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 25

Accidentally Yours

Chapter 25

Enzo

She’d just taken him apart with her mouth–knees on the slick tile, smirking like sin, licking his name off her lips.

And he still wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Because even as he came–loud, hard, helpless–his brain was already locking onto the next need.

Her. Again. All of her.

He was still hard.

Still hungry.

Still wrecked from watching her look up at him like she owned every ruined part of him.

“She stood slowly, water dripping down her chest, down her thighs–her nipples peaked, mouth swollen, pupils blown wide.

“You good?” she teased, voice soft and wrecked.

“Absolutely not.”

He didn’t give her time to react.

His hands caught her hips, spun her, and pressed her front to the glass wall of the shower with one firm push.

She gasped, hands flying up to brace herself which he then grabbed with one hand and pinned above her head

“Enzo-”

Oh baby, you’re about to be screaming it.

He grabbed her thigh. Lifted it high, pinning her open.

And then–no teasing, no warning–he thrust into her from behind, burying himself to the hilt in one long, brutal stroke.

She cried out.

“Fuck-”

He groaned, teeth gritted.

She was tight. So wet. So perfect.

Her body clenched around him like it was made for this–made to take him, stretch for him, milk him.

He pulled back, slammed in again. And again.

His hips snapped forward, relentless, water cascading down his back as he fucked her into the glass, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding up to brace

beside hers.

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5:45 pm

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If there was ever a moment worth dying for it was this.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled into her ear, voice low and ragged.

She nodded, moaned, pushed back against him.

“Say it.”

“Yes–fuck, yes–harder, Enzo-”

He lost it.

His pace turned savage, each thrust shaking her against the glass.

The sound of skin on skin. Her breath fogging the surface. His name spilling from her mouth between gasps.

He bent low, mouth on her shoulder–and bit down. Hard.

Not to hurt.

To claim.

His teeth sank just beneath the curve of her neck, just above her collarbone–the kind of spot that would bruise, just enough to peek through the neckline of a dress if she ever tried to pretend she didn’t belong to someone, and he sucked, hard.

Marking her feels too good. I’m going to mark her in so many ways.

She gasped–more pleasure than pain–and he groaned against her skin.

When he pulled back, there was a mark. Red. Fresh. Unmistakable.

His.

“Mine,” he growled against her ear, and drove into her again.

“You feel what you do to me?” he hissed, voice strained.

She choked on a moan.

“You ruin me,” he growled. “And I fucking love it.”

Her orgasm hit like a grenade–body shaking, thighs trembling, her head thrown back against his shoulder as she screamed his name.

That did it.

Enzo shoved deep–one final thrust, all the way in–and came with a raw, guttural groan, pulsing inside her as her body squeezed around him like it never wanted to let go.

They collapsed against the glass. Breathing hard. Drenched. Shattered. And for one long, perfect second–there was only steam, skin, and the sound of their hearts pounding in sync.

Fingers and toes were extra pruney.

Damn that was so good. Good thing I just got volunteered for a season pass enteral smirk.

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Enzo’s hands were still on her hips. His chest pressed against her back. The fog on the glass around them had started to fade, revealing just how wrecked they looked–and how little either of them cared.

Like they’d survived something, and neither wanted to be the first to speak.

He pulled out slow, careful, and kissed the spot he’d bitten like an apology.

Aww, bye friend. I’ll see you soon.

“I’ll get the towels,” he said, voice scratchy.

She nodded.

Her legs barely worked as she stood there, letting the cool air hit her body while her mind struggled to keep up. The steam was lifting. Reality creeping back

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What the fuck am doing?

This is a mafia don. A gorgeous, powerful, terrifying man I’d accidentally kidnapped, who then decided to throw down a reverse Uno card and take me hostage under the guise of fake engagement.

Worse?

She was starting to like it.

Enzo returned with two thick white towels. He stepped behind her again, gentler now, and draped one around her shoulders. The other he tucked low around his own hips, water still dripping from his hair and chest.

He was watching her.

Just… curiously. Like she was a new language he hadn’t figured out how to speak yet.

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