by J. L. Beck
15
Amara
This time, I wake up before he does. Enzo’s body is wrapped around mine like a protective cocoon. I don’t think I could get up even if I wanted to, which I don’t. If it was up to me, I would stay exactly like this all day.
A deep rumbling groan fills my ears, and Enzo stirs next to me. I cuddle into his hold, not knowing if he’ll let me sleep in here again tonight.
“You smell nice,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice still dipped in sleep.
“You too…” I bury my face into his chest. “Don’t make me go downstairs again.”
“Don’t disobey me again.”
“I’m trying. It’s not that easy to abandon everything I’ve been all my life, to disregard my morals and values for human life. I can’t just change with a snap of a finger, nor do I want to. I can’t erase my mind or my feelings and become someone else. You wanted me here. If you don’t like who I am, you should have asked for something else as payment.”
He doesn’t say anything in return, probably because he knows I’m right. I can’t simply become the person who he wants me to be. Just like he can’t turn into the one I need him to be.
We lie in silence a while longer. Our limbs entwined and bodies giving each other warmth and comfort. I almost fall back asleep when Enzo untangles himself from me and gets out of bed.
“Get dressed so we can go and have breakfast.”
“Will Alessandra be joining us for breakfast?” I don’t mean to say her name with so much venom, but… never mind, I did.
“Maybe.” Enzo chuckles, amused by my jealousy, which makes me even angrier. “She likes to get up early, so we’ve probably missed her. Maybe I’ll introduce you next time she comes over.”
The jealousy that was a small flame before turns into a blazing wildfire at his words. He knows her well, knows how she likes to sleep, and obviously trusts her since she can freely come and go.
I slide out of bed and get dressed without any more questions. When I’m ready, he is already standing at the door, holding it open for me.
We walk downstairs together, my eyes scanning the house for Eli as we do. I spot two guards and a maid, but not Eli.
Entering the kitchen, I look for Addy but instead find Silvia–the cook–standing in front of the stove.
Instead of sitting down at the dining table like usual, Enzo keeps walking. I follow him out to the terrace, where we are apparently having breakfast. The table is ready for us, decked for two people. I can’t help but wonder if Silvia somehow knew I was coming or if this was originally set for Alessandra.
“Croissants just got done baking,” Silvia chimes as she brings us a basket filled with fresh pastries. “I’ll leave you now unless you need something else before I go?”
Enzo waves her off, dismissing her without words.
I reach for the still warm croissant and dip it into the whipped honey butter before stuffing half of it into my mouth. I need to keep my yap occupied, so I don’t say something that gets me in trouble again.
“Did you not eat well while you were in time-out?”
I almost spit the food back on the table. Time-out? What a dick.
“I was fed well by my prison guards. Thank you for your concern,” I mock, after I finish chewing.
“That’s me, always concerned about your wellbeing and comfort.”
Shaking my head at him in disbelief, I turn back to my pastry instead. After I finish, I eat one more and wash it down with a large coffee.
“Boss, the new shipment arrived,” Eli’s voice comes out of nowhere, making me jump in my seat. “I figured you wanted to know right away.”
I turn my head slightly to look at him. He is standing a few feet away, but it’s already too close to comfort. The small hairs on the back of my neck are raised, making me feel like a cat getting ready to fight—a cat fighting a grizzly bear.
“I’ll check on it later, but since you are here. Would you like to explain why you let Amara out of her cell without my approval?” Enzo’s voice is casual, though this situation is anything but. My pulse picks up, waiting for this to unfold.
“Is that what she told you happened?” Eli raises his eyebrow, faking a shocked expression.
I knew it, I knew he would fucking turn this around on me, and Enzo is going to believe him. He’ll take his side, no matter what.
“If it’s not, please, enlighten me.”
“I went to check on her and brought her food. When she grabbed the tray, she surprised me by kicking me in the balls and running out the door.”
I’m fuming. I’m so fucking mad, I want to gouge his eyes out. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to force myself not to talk. I know whatever I say now will make it worse. He will call me a liar, not believing anything coming out of my mouth.
“Nothing to say, Amara?” Lorenzo snaps at me.
Grinding my teeth together, I shake my head and look away.
“I told you she is nothing but trouble. Let me take her back downstairs, or even better, let me put a bullet in her brain.”
“That won’t be necessary. I do have one more question, though. Why didn’t you tell me she was running around loose in the house?”
“Addy said she was going to take her to you for punishment.” My chest constricts at the mention of Addy. I don’t want her to get in trouble. “I trusted the maid, and I wasn’t worried about her getting away. Plus, I had to ice my fucking balls.”
“I’ll talk to Addy about it. You may go,” he dismisses Eli, then turns his full attention to me.
“I didn’t lie,” I defend myself before he can accuse me.
“It’s not like you to be so quiet about anything. Care to tell me the whole story?”
“No…” I shake my head. “It won’t matter what I tell you anyway. You’ve already made up your mind.”
“Come with me,” he growls, his eyes gleaming. Standing up, he holds out his hand for me to take. I don’t want to go anywhere with him. My mind and body aren’t on the same course, though, because I find myself standing and placing my hand in his.
He leads me from the terrace back inside and toward the door that leads into the basement. I dig my heels into the floor as soon as I realize where he is heading.
“I’m not taking you back to the cell,” he explains and tugs on my hand. Reluctantly, I let him lead me further, feeling like a lamb being led to slaughter.
As we descend the stairs, my mind, and body clam up, almost making me trip. Seeing this place has bad memories rushing back into my head. He doesn’t catch my hesitation or just doesn’t care because he continues to pull me down the stairs. The cobblestone floors are cold underneath my feet, making me wish I had slipped on some shoes.
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket as we pass the door that leads to the cell that had been my home for a few days.
The door before us is wooden, wide, and large. I wonder what is behind it, but at the same time, I don’t want to know. Enzo has secrets. Who knows what, or who, he has buried down here.
Opening the door, he smiles at me. It isn’t a warm and friendly one, but more like one from a serial killer. Along the lines of, I will eat you alive and laugh while doing it.
I enter the room carefully, afraid something will jump out at any point and time. He moves behind me ever so slowly, like a snake ready to strike. The room is simple, except there are drawers that line one of the wooden walls.
What they contain, I have no idea. I’m sure I’m about to find out, though.
“Go stand at the end of that wall…” He points to the far wall, the one that seems as if it is a million miles away.
Dread eats at my insides. Is this the end? Is he going to kill me? I try my best not to show weakness, but I know as much as he does, that he will kill me if he wants to.
With my head held high, I walk the distance as if I’m walking to my own funeral. Turning around to face him, I stand against the wall with my back straight. If I am going to die, I wil
l be dying in a way that says I stood tall and proud when I was given no other choice.
A smirk lights his face. It is devious and makes the darkness in his eyes seem that much darker. His body looks hungry for either release or bloodshed.
The silence stretches between us, and I’m sure that this will be the end. I watch as he pulls open a drawer, his eyes growing wide with happiness as he handles whatever is in his hands.
I look up through the shitty lighting to see a knife sitting on the palm of his hand. He grabs the end of it like he has experience using it. He probably does…
“If you’re going to kill me, just do it.” The words rush from my lips, unintentionally. He peeks up at me again, pushing away a couple pieces of his dark hair that have landed on his forehead.
“I’m not going to kill you... yet. Instead, I’m going to do something far worse…” He examines the knife like he isn’t sure that it will do its job. If he isn’t going to kill me, what is he going to do?
His body is full of pent-up aggression, and it’s like watching a train wreck happen in slow motion. I don’t care what he says, he is going to kill me. I know it.
My mind is reeling, and then in a blink of an eye, I watch him throw the knife right at me.
16
Enzo
The knife lands with precision right where I expect it to—just shy of cutting her ear off. A breath of an inch closer, and she would have been one ear short.
Her eyes are as wide as saucers. Fear is rooted deeply in them, and I know she thinks I’m going to kill her. She thinks that one of these many knives is meant for her.
She is wrong. None of the knives are meant for her—they are meant for me.
“Whatever fucking crazy ass rollercoaster you’re on, I want off.” She is tiny but sounds like a ferocious beast. Her eyes are filled with fire, but her body trembles with fear.
“Sorry, no refunds, baby,” I taunt, grabbing another knife from the drawer. I can go all night. There are knives upon knives that can be thrown, but I have other ideas about what I can do with them.
“Then kill me. Do it. Because this game, or whatever it is that you’re playing, is fucking with my head. You’re fucking with my head. Just do what you planned to do all along.”
My dick grows harder with every word that passes from those full lips of hers.
I throw another knife. It lands a few inches away from her but on the other side of her head this time. Her face is flushed with fear, and I know if I remove her clothing, I will find other parts of her body flushed as well. She’s beautiful even as she trembles.
“What I plan to do to you doesn’t pertain to actual death, although after I bring you to the edge repeatedly, I’m sure you will wish I had just killed you.”
Her face shows understanding as her lips part. Is she ready for me already? Does this type of thing bring her pleasure? Maybe she is darker than I thought.
“I won’t let you…” She is trying to sound strong, and I admire that, but it won’t save her from me.
“You won’t have a choice. Now tell me what really happened last night,” I demand.
She shakes her head, and I throw another knife. This one lands even closer, but at her right arm. So close it slides through the fabric of her shirt.
“It happened like Eli said. Addy told me to go to your room and wait for you because you weren’t home.” Her words rush out so fast it takes me a moment to understand what she is saying.
I know she is still hiding something, but I also know she won’t tell me anything else right now. I’m not full of myself, I just know when someone is lying and when they are hiding what they truly want.
Her hair is plastered to her face, and her small legs are shaking. I slide my eyes up her legs so very slowly, taking in the slope of her thighs, imagining how they will feel squeezing me as I enter her.
If she feels anything close to the way she felt when I entered her with my fingers, I’m going to be in heaven. There is nothing more glorious or satisfying than entering tight, virgin pussy. My dick is rising in approval. Her pussy is mine, only mine.
I cross the distance between us, my body moving effortlessly. I still hold a knife firmly in my hand, and I watch her eyes glace to it. Fear still shows, but something else does too. Excitement? My blood stirs. She wants me even when I scare the shit out of her. She still wants me, I just have to make her admit it to herself.
I stand directly in front of her. The edge of the knife is sharp, but I know just how to move it so that it won’t hurt her beautiful skin. If she thinks she is going to die, she is wrong.
“What are you doing with that?” Our eyes meet. I smile, my eyes narrowing as I pull the knife up to her lips. A gasp leaves her mouth as she begs me with her eyes. What is it that she wants?
Pushing the knife against her full, red bottom lip, I wait for her to do something, to push the knife away and beg me to take her. Instead, she just stands there, maybe out of defiance, or maybe she is really that frightened. I don’t know. I just know it makes me want her more. I grip the edge tighter as I slide the tip over her skin. A small red line marks her skin as I slide it lower, down her neck and over her beating heart.
“Are you scared?” I whisper to her. Her breaths are hot against my skin. I’m on the verge of taking her without following through with what I want to do.
She sucks her lip into her mouth, shaking her head no. I smile slyly, gliding the tip from her chest back up to her collarbone. The red scratch that shows on her skin is nothing compared to what I can do to her body.
Lifting the knife from her skin, I shove it in my pocket, before grabbing her by the hip and throwing her over my shoulder. She lets out a little squeal and grabs the back of my shirt as I spin around and head upstairs.
She bounces on my shoulder, her small hands grasping the fabric of my shirt tighter. I should probably slow down, but all I can do is speed up. The need to get her into my bed is too strong.
I make it upstairs in record time. Kicking the door shut behind me, I move to the bed and put her down on top of it.
Grabbing the knife from my pocket with one hand, I grab her shirt with the other. The flimsy material is no match for me. I pull it from her body, taking the knife and cutting it straight down the middle.
“Oh, God…” she murmurs softly as we both watch the material fall away.
“My name’s Lorenzo. Please use it...” I say roughly, on the verge of falling off the edge. I haven’t even taken her panties off yet, and I’m ready to explode.
“Enzo…” she pants, her eyes wanting to meet mine. Her hands reach out, tracing across my shoulders. Her touch is soft, and my body wants it… wants her.
“Slide those pants down your legs, and hurry before I cut them off too.” My words come out as a growl, which gets her moving quickly. She shimmies out of her pants and throws them next to the bed.
Now, she lies before me in a pair of simple white panties and a black bra, but it looks more than magnificent against her skin.
Getting on the bed, I straddle her body, so I’m looming over her. Taking the knife, I move it under the strap of her bra. I slide the strap down and trace across her chest to release the other one. Bringing the knife back between her breasts, I push it straight down the middle, cutting the material from her body. It falls to the side as her perfectly perky tits are unleashed.
Her skin is milky white, and her nipples are a dusky pink. I want to lick and bite at them, but I place a kiss against each one instead. Her lips part as I stare at her, my tongue slipping out of my mouth and circling her nipple. She tastes sweet, like cherries and vanilla. Her unique scent surrounds me, pushing all thoughts to the back of my mind. Making her come is front and center.
Sliding down her body, scraping the knife across her skin. By the time I get to her panties, I’m panting with need.
I slide my blade across her hips, watching as her panties fall away. Nothing is separating us anymore. She is completely bare for me. Mine.
> Her pussy is freshly shaven, and it begs to me. Her pulse jumps as I separate her lips, my finger sliding through the slick wetness. Her need for me can be seen and smelled from miles away.
“You want me?” I growl. It isn’t really meant to be a question, but more like I’m letting her know that I know. She says nothing, other than allowing a gasp to leave her lips.
I drop the knife next to the bed and listen to it fall to the floor. With both hands free now, I push her legs apart. Gripping her behind one leg, I place it over my shoulder. I want to feast on that slick pussy.
“Please,” she greets me with a begging plea as she lifts her other leg to place it over my shoulder to allow me to grip her ass and bring her pussy to my face. She smells delightful, and I can’t decide what I want to do more—fuck her or eat her out. I nuzzle her, and I feel her legs grip my face tighter. I smile like the prick I am.
My tongue darts out, circling around her clit. “Fuck…” she cries out. Her fingers grab at my hair. Fuck is right… Nothing in this world can pull me away from her.
Leaning forward, I lick her from back to front until her legs are shaking. Her hips move feverishly, and I can tell from the purrs she is making that she is right there.
I enter her slowly with one finger, testing just how close she is. Her muscles clench around my thick digit as I suck her clit into my mouth. Who knew such a small, little thing could bring such great pleasure?
“Oh...” She barely gets a word out as her pussy grinds against my face. I don’t mind, though. I’m smiling, sucking, and nipping at every piece of her.
She tastes just as she smells, and I pull my face away to remove my own clothes.
“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy now, piccolo.” A sigh leaves her mouth as I blanket her body with mine. I stare into her hooded eyes. Parting her thighs, I position myself at her entrance. My cock is stiff with need. Dipping a finger inside of her, I take the wetness from within and rub it onto my cock.