by CM Wondrak
But I didn’t go for it. I knew better than to grope at him like some desperate girl. Me? I might’ve been desperate for whatever Enzo would give me, but I knew it would come in a matter of time.
Patience. A man like him I could not push. He would make me wait for it, make me beg for it, and I would do it all gladly, aching inside all the while.
“Every single fucking part,” Enzo hissed, his finger working me harder, faster, making the blood run molten hot in my veins. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I could only pant out the word, my body threatening to once more tumble over the cliff that was a wild, eager orgasm. I guess I was more than ready for him; I was downright itching and horny for him in the worst way.
“No more stunts like that,” he added.
I shook my head, agreeing. No more stunts like I’d tried to pull with Kyle. That I could do, as long as he didn’t disappear on me. If he left… I think I would lose it. I’d go crazy. This existence was a dreary, pointless one, but it was made so much more fulfilling when he was near. When I was with him, I was whole.
His palm pressed against my swollen clit as his finger kept pumping in and out of me. It was over before I knew it, my entire body trembling once more, my knees threatening to give out as my toes clenched on the dirt and dead leaves below. I cried out, and Enzo watched all the while.
I was practically delirious with bliss when he withdrew his finger from me, moving his hand out of my panties. Enzo brought it between us, and our eyes locked as he smelled it, as he smelled me, the slickness coating his finger.
My legs were cold with my pajama bottoms pulled down, but I made no moves to yank them back up, waiting for him to say something, for Enzo to do something. And he did. He brought that hand to his face, his lips parting, and then he sucked my slick right off his fingers, eating me up.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and it made my lower stomach burn.
The hand on my throat moved upwards, curling to yank at my hair. A devilish grin spread across his face as he whispered, “You taste fucking delicious.” His wicked grin turned into a frown of sorts as the hand he’d just brought to his mouth ran over the bulge in his pants. His hard dick was plain to see, even in the darkness with nothing but the trees overhead blocking out the moon’s light.
I wondered what he would do next, if he would take me against this tree, or if tonight we would not become one. God, I wanted to. I wanted to feel him inside me so bad, to lose whatever little innocence I still held onto.
This man was everything I should hate, everything I should run in fear from, and yet he only made me burn with desire and acceptance. There was no running from him, for I knew, without a doubt, Enzo Lee would always find me. He would find me, and he would remind me that his arms were the only place I should be, the only place I could ever truly belong.
His hand released its hold on my hair, and he took a tiny step away from me. “Pull up your pants,” he ordered, pausing for only a moment before adding, “and get on your knees like the good girl you are, Tenley.”
My heart skipped a beat at his command, but I did as he said, reaching down for my pants before pulling the fabric back up and falling to my knees before him. This… this was really going to happen. I might not feel his dick in my core, but I would have him in my mouth.
It occurred to me then, of course, that I’d never done anything remotely like this. Then again, before tonight, I never had an orgasm or felt someone inside me, but Enzo had helped me clear those hurdles quite effortlessly.
I glanced up at him, worried I wouldn’t be able to do it right or do it well. It must’ve shown on my face, for Enzo ran a hand along my jaw, saying, “What? The way you’re staring at me with those big eyes, Tenley, makes me want to erupt.” He kept saying my name, and each time, I felt myself regain a little piece of my soul I never knew I’d lost.
I knew better than to keep anything from him, so I spoke honestly, “I’ve never…” Suddenly announcing my inexperience when it came to pleasing a man made me feel so inadequate, as if I would never be enough for him, and that made me an intense type of sad. “What if I’m not good enough?”
The fingers running along my jaw fell away as Enzo stared down at me with eyes black as the night sky. “I will teach you everything you need to know,” he whispered. “Just be sure to avoid using your teeth. Sometimes a bit of pain with your pleasure is fun, but not tonight.”
Avoid my teeth. That sounded easy enough.
Enzo said nothing more as he began to fiddle with his belt, undoing it before unbuttoning his pants and slowly drawing down the zipper. The sound was like anticipation made life, and I could practically hear my own heart beating as I watched him pull out his hard cock and fist himself once.
He was everything he should be: long and thick, veins lining the sides of his cock. I imagined some men were not as impressive once they were undressed, but Enzo did not have that problem. His tall, muscled exterior was well-matched by the size of his cock. The tip of it dripped already, and I wondered what he’d taste like. He’d already tasted me; I supposed it was time to do the same.
“Open your mouth,” Enzo ordered, and my lips parted willingly. On my knees before him, my mouth open and ready to service him… tonight had turned out so much better than I ever thought it would.
We were here, together. I remembered him. There was nothing better than that. To have a man who would do anything for me, a man who would raze the world in fire just to get back to me… it was a good feeling.
It took some getting used to, being on my knees in the woods in the middle of the night with a man like Enzo, to feel his bulbous cock pushing into my mouth, and I couldn’t lie—after a few minutes, my jaw began to ache. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever had to keep my mouth open like this before. Going to the dentist was no practice for giving head.
But soon enough he got into a rhythm, his hand once more finding my hair, only this time, when his fingers curled against my skull, he gripped my hair hard, pulling roughly as his hips jerked his cock deeper into my mouth. I did what he said, I avoided letting my teeth scrape against his length, but it was hard. He was so fucking thick. I didn’t know if his girth was normal for a guy or what, but he filled my mouth with ease.
Every so often, I felt like gagging, especially when his tip pushed down into the back of my throat, but I fought to hold it in. I would please Enzo, just as he’d pleased me. I would not let my body’s gagging reflex take over, not right now.
His body began to shudder, and he growled out, “Fuck. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, Tenley, and now that you’re here… now that I have you on your knees in front of me, I don’t think I can hold back.” The words were whispered in a harsh tone, and I was a slave to them.
I would’ve told him not to hold back, would’ve said don’t you fucking dare hold anything back from me, but alas, I had his dick in my mouth, so I couldn’t. Instead, I responded by sucking the tip when he withdrew his hips from me.
Enzo let out a low moan, and I knew I did right.
We were like that for a while, time itself ceasing to matter as he face-fucked me. My jaw killed, but I didn’t care. I would take every ounce of pain as long as it meant I got to be at this man’s side. Fuck everyone else. Fuck Kayla. Fuck anyone who would dare look down on us.
Yes, he was a killer. Yes, his obsession with me had started when I was only a child, but the same could be said of my obsession with him. I’d blocked him out all these years to protect him, waiting for him, knowing I would never be whole. But now, now I was, and he was with me, and I’d be damned if I let this world or any of the people living in it come between us.
His movements became quick and hard, his cock pushing deeper into my throat with faster thrusts. Enzo never released the back of my head, not even as his body tensed and jerked. A hot, salty liquid shot from his cock, filling my mouth with his seed, and though the taste was unlike anything I’d ever had before, a bit shocking to the senses, I
swallowed him down like the greediest person alive.
And when it came to him, I was. I was the greediest bitch ever, because this man was mine just as much as I was his. This obsession… this love, twisted and wrong as some might view it, went both ways.
All too soon, Enzo’s fingers untangled from the back of my head, releasing their hold on my hair as he pulled out of my mouth. He unhurriedly put himself away, his dark stare gazing down at me as he watched me lick my lips and get to my feet.
The night air was crisp and cool, but I wasn’t cold. No, the opposite, in fact. I was so very hot.
Once his cock was away, his pants redone and his belt buckled, I took a step toward him. I probably looked a mess, but I didn’t care. He could unravel me any day, whenever the hell he wanted, and I would be his willing slave.
“I don’t know if I can pretend anymore,” I said, a desperation in my voice. “I don’t want to be away from you, Enzo.”
“I know,” he said, reaching for my face and running a hand along my cheek. Such a soft touch compared to how roughly he’d held onto my scalp mere moments before. “I need to take care of things, and then you and I can get the hell out of here and never look back.”
I had no idea what he meant by take care of things, what things he meant, but I knew he would never do anything that wasn’t necessary. Anything he did, he would do for us. Of course, it took me a moment to get past that part and focus on what he’d said at the end.
We could get the hell out of here and never look back. Run. He wanted to run away together, start a new life somewhere else, somewhere we weren’t known, where someone like Kayla would never find us.
Honestly? That sounded like a dream come true. No matter where we went, regardless of what happened to us, I would be fine as long as I stood beside him and felt his hand in mine. He was my other half, my fate, my destiny, my love, and we would weather any storm life threw at us together.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered, the truth.
“For now,” he started, grabbing my hand and tugging me along, back to the trail, “I need to get you back to that friend’s house.”
“Aubree.” I didn’t know why, but merely saying her name filled me with annoyance. Now that I knew everything, how could I ever pretend to give a shit about her and what she was feeling? Now I knew I was the reason Kyle was dead, and I felt no remorse whatsoever about it.
The parking lot was in sight in a few minutes, and he only released my hand as he went for the side door, opening it up for me. “Tell me about her,” he spoke as he got in the driver’s seat, starting the car moments later.
He wanted to know about Aubree? Okay.
So I told him. As he drove me back to her house, I told him everything there was to know about her, which, admittedly, wasn’t much. Even though Aubree considered us besties, I didn’t know much about her besides the fact that she used to cut herself and nearly killed herself a few years back. Her actions had caused her parents to become worried about her and send her to therapy, which she hated and was no longer in starting a few months ago.
Oh, and her unrequited crush on Kyle Sturgis. Yuck.
We were both outcasts, which was the only reason she’d gotten close to me. I was the only one in the whole school who didn’t gang up on her and call her names, who didn’t tease her and tell her she should’ve cut a little deeper. Granted, that was because I had my own issues, go figure.
Issues that were not really issues, at least not now. Not with Enzo finally here.
When Aubree’s house pulled into view, Enzo slowed his car to a stop. There were no other cars on the road nearby, the hour was so late, and I unbuckled my seatbelt slowly, turning to look at him, taking in his side profile. His slightly crooked nose, the dark stubble on his square jaw. The short but still unkempt black hair on the top of his head. The shadows, the darkness—it all suited him so well. He was my dark protector.
Enzo turned to look at me, his eyes dropping to my mouth, and before I knew it, his hand left the steering wheel and grabbed my chin, pulling my face closer to his. His lips found mine, and this time, when he kissed me, he tasted familiar. He was home.
Pushing me away, he muttered, “Go.”
Though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I got out of his car, shutting the door as quietly as I could before heading around the side of the house, toward the back deck. I did throw a few looks over my shoulder as I went, hating the fact that I had to leave him. Or, rather, he had to leave me. Either way, I didn’t want to be apart from him for long.
But as I started to round the back corner of the house, he drove off, and reality set in: I had to be away from him, at least for now. I had to pretend, lie to everyone, and act as if everything was fine. I could do that.
I hoped I could, anyway.
Within a few minutes, I crept up the stairs and was back in Aubree’s bedroom. I was in the process of dropping to my knees and crawling back to my spot when Aubree sat up, blinking at me through the darkness. A shred of silver light came in through the window, allowing me to see her confused face.
“Where were you?” she asked, yawning.
“The bathroom,” I said, lying without really thinking over my answer. She could’ve been up, could’ve just gotten back from the bathroom, and then she’d know I was lying. Stupid, stupid. I should’ve said something else, but what?
It didn’t matter though, for Aubree’s head fell back as she laid down with another yawn. She said nothing else, which was good. If she would’ve questioned me further on it, I didn’t know whether I had anything stored in my head to say.
As I settled back under the blankets, I was careful to keep at least a foot between us. If she got closer, if she brushed against my arm, Aubree would feel the coldness of my skin and know I’d been outside—and that, that was something I didn’t want to talk about.
Enzo… he was my little secret.
Chapter Twelve – Enzo
I could not get her off my mind, even as I went about getting things ready. I could not leave her, but I knew we could not go on like this. She was mine. Tenley Goddard was my good girl, and I would be damned if I let her stay here, if we continued like this—hiding in the shadows together, stealing whatever time we could, whatever moments life allowed us to.
No, fuck that. Fuck that in the ass.
I would find us somewhere quiet, a place where we could become whoever we wanted to be, take on new names, new identities, and do it together. I would not live a second longer of my life without her if I didn’t have to.
But… before we could run off, I had to make sure anyone who cared enough would not dare follow or set the police on us. The last thing I wanted was to be taken in for another kidnapping charge.
Even if Tenley was of age now, even if she was older and could defend me in a court of law, I knew Kayla well enough to know she would hire doctors to refute anything Tenley said, to say Tenley had some sort of childlike idealization toward me, Stockholm syndrome or something like that, which was bullshit.
Tenley was made for me, and I was made for her, and anyone who thought they knew better than us could go fuck themselves.
I would not let it get to that point. Before we left, I would take care of everything.
Saturday Tenley returned to her aunt’s house, and I did not stay and watch her as much as I would’ve liked. Too busy making calls and planning. Where we would end up wouldn’t be the Ritz, but it would be enough for us.
The talk of the town, of fucking course, was what had happened to that kid. Kyle Sturgis. He was well-loved, I guess, but even that couldn’t save him from my wrath. No one could believe he was dead still, but his parents were on the fast-track of getting him in the ground.
The problem with suicides, however, was the fact that the Catholic church didn’t want to hold any funerals for such sinners. Even though they had money to offer, I bet the church wouldn’t have it.
To my surprise though, as I checked the local news later that night, the fami
ly was having a service tomorrow. The wake was at two in the afternoon, while the funeral was at four. The Sturgis family must want to put their only child to bed and do it quickly.
Tenley’s little friend, Aubree, would be going, of course, as would most of their little high school. I didn’t doubt she would drag Tenley there, and Tenley would go, if only to pretend she was a good friend. But she wasn’t. My girl was anything but a good friend; I’d learned that when I’d asked her about Aubree. The way she’d spoken of the girl… it was clear Tenley didn’t really care for her.
My girl, as it turned out, was only using Aubree as a disguise, to make it look like she had a friend.
I know, I know. Using someone else. It made me proud to see, really. Like she’d learned it from me.
But, anyway, I would be there, at the funeral, at least. I wouldn’t go into the church or the funeral home—wherever the parents had paid for it to be done—but I would hang outside and wait. Make sure Tenley was behaving herself.
It wasn’t like I didn’t trust her; it was more like I didn’t trust anyone else. No one else knew Tenley like I did. They didn’t know that she was already taken, claimed since she was born. Anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way… I would take great pleasure in ending their miserable life.
That night, I dreamed of her. My Tenley. My girl. It was a strange thing, mixing reality with a dream, for I dreamt of us in the woods, but it was daylight, and it was warm—and we were both utterly naked and lost in each other, as we always should be. The dream made me wake up in the morning with stiff wood, which I then had to take care of, but I had some recent memories that helped.
Tenley’s wet cunt. The lustful look on her face as I touched her. The soft moans that had left her lips as I devoured her. Her mouth, wrapped around my cock, head bobbing along it as I shot my load into her throat.