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It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more.

With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more.

He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience.

Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited.

"Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance.

Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Enslaved By Desire

Amelia arrived at the grand party venue in the sleek black car, her heart pounding. As she stepped out, her gown shimmered under the golden lights of the massive hall. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she walked towards the entrance.

Inside, the party was already in full swing. Guests dressed in glamorous outfits mingled, sipping on drinks and laughing. The atmosphere was rich and elegant, and Amelia felt like she didn't belong.

Before she could get too far, Dawson appeared. His sharp suit made him look even more imposing, and his smile was warm as he approached her.

"You look breathtaking," Dawson said, taking her hand gently. Before she could respond, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly.

Amelia felt her cheeks heat up. "Thank you," she said softly, managing a small smile.

The shooting