by J. L. Beck
Ironically, this is the worst time to do just that. I’m basically on the run, being hunted by a madman, but if the last few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that life is short, and there is no time to waste.
We step inside the main room, and I take in my surroundings. The beat of the music rumbles under our feet and vibrates through our bodies.
I’m so fascinated with everything going on around me that I jump half a foot when I feel hands roaming over my hips.
“What the fuck?” I yell. Twisting around, I shove against Eli’s chest. He just frowns at me.
“You don’t have any weapons on you?”
I stare at him in confusion. He shakes his head before pressing something cold and metal into my hand. I look down, catching the glint of a knife in the strobe lights. What the hell?
“I can’t tak—”
“You can, and you will. I’m not planning on letting you out of my sight, but in the off chance we get separated, I need you to be able to protect yourself. I can’t believe Enzo didn’t give you something already.”
Holding the knife in my hands, I gently slip it into my boot without another glance. The last thing I need is someone seeing me holding a knife in the middle of a club like a fucking weirdo.
“You’re right… I don’t understand why he hasn’t given me a weapon yet.” The more I think about it, the more it starts to bother me.
“He’s Lorenzo. He doesn’t really answer to anyone, and he likes to do things in his own way,” Eli kind of jokes.
“I’m thirsty, and I want to dance,” I say close to his ear as I watch a few couples out on the floor gyrating against one another. I’m mesmerized by their movements. Their dance is provocative and sexy. Why have I never been to a club? I missed out.
“Drink first, and then maybe, if you’re lucky, dancing.” He winks, dragging me through the deep crowd. People surround us on every angle. My eyes roam over every single object.
“I need a beer, and…” He looks at me for an answer. Like I have one.
I shrug my shoulders and give him an uncertain look.
“And a Malibu and pineapple.”
“What’s that?” I haven’t heard of that drink before.
“It’s a girly drink and will be perfect for someone who looks like an ounce of liquor will knock her over.”
Narrowing my eyes, I whisper, “Are you making fun of me?”
“Quite possibly,” he says back in a much flirtier tone. What’s his angle? What’s he attempting to do by all of this? Is this really his way of apologizing? Hanging around Enzo has made me think everything over so much more than I should.
A drink is pushed in front of me a moment later. It looks like pineapple juice, and when I put the straw to my lips and suck, I realize it tastes mostly like it too. I wait for the awful burn to come. When it doesn’t, I all but sigh. It’s delicious, tangy, and reminds me of the beach.
“Good?” he questions, his own eyes roaming over the dance floor. The club isn’t overly huge, simply a two-story building with a long ass line outside. A line that we magically skipped.
“Very,” I mumble, taking the straw between my teeth for another sip, which turns into a gulp.
I watch Eli out of the corner of my eye as he slams back the beer the bartender sat in front of him. The pounding of the music drowns out all other thoughts, and for a moment, I slip into another form. Someone I didn’t even know.
Before I know it, my drink is empty, and my body sways to the fast beat of the music. All I can think of doing is getting up and grabbing someone to dance with.
I love this environment. The darkness, the smell of sweat, and the smoke in the air. It’s exhilarating, making me forget about my past until Eli brings him up again.
“What’s your real reason for coming with me?” Eli yells, though I can barely hear him.
“First, I wanted to get away from Enzo. He’s up my ass all the time and, it surprises me he let me run.” Pausing for a moment, I look at the empty glass in my hand. “Secondly, I needed out. I needed air, and I needed to see things differently. I’ve never even been to a club. I’ve had a gun aimed at my head three times already, but I’ve never been out dancing. What kind of bullshit is that?”
“That’s some real fucked up bullshit,” Eli agrees while waving over the bartender for another round.
My head is getting a little fuzzy, but I still want to keep going. One drink won’t be enough for all I’ve been dealing with.
“You know he loves you, right?” Eli asks, but it wasn’t much of a question. It was more all matter of fact like, the amusement leaving his voice as he takes the empty glass from my hand and replaces it with a full one. I turn to Eli, rewarding him with a smile. He’s earning huge brownie points from me.
“I know he loves me in his own way. But I don’t think he can love me the way I need him to.”
Eli looks uncomfortable with the subject, and I wonder why he brought it up at all.
I sip my second drink a little slower, but I never stop dancing.
“I feel so close to you right now, it’s a force field…” I sing the words totally off-key, and if it wasn’t for the volume of the music, everyone would be covering their ears.
The alcohol is settling into my veins, and slowly but surely, I find myself wandering out onto the dance floor.
Eli follows close behind, but he doesn’t dance with me. He just stands awkwardly beside me in the center of the dance floor. Enzo would kill him if he knew where he brought me. I shake the thought away.
People surround me in masses as our bodies move against one another’s. Nothing matters at this moment more than spreading my wings and being free.
For the first time in months, I’m not afraid, not ashamed—I’m just me. My hair sticks to my skin as my body becomes encased in a shell of sweat.
A few times, guys come up and try to dance with me, but Eli quickly makes them go away.
I don’t know how long I dance, I stopped counting songs. All I know is that I don’t want this to end.
Then I feel him. I don’t have to see him to know he is there. My heart tugs to him. My body yearns for him. I continue to move to the beat, wondering how he found me. Eli probably called him. Traitor.
“Piccolo.” His sweet voice sounds like a deep ocean, an ocean I want to jump into, immerse myself in. Why am I mad at him again?
“Lorenzo King.” I slur my words but only slightly. His hands find my hips, and he pulls me into him until his whole body is against mine. He moves with me. Our hearts beat as one, and when his thrusts become more, I feel his hard length press against my ass.
“Ahhh…” I moan, unable to contain the pleasure claiming me.
“Believe me, I know,” he whispers against my skin, his hands roaming my body, moving me to the rhythm. I’m hyper-aware of my clenching pussy, and my need for him.
“I’m sorry, Amara. I’m so fucking sorry I allowed you to run without following. I’m sorry you think me loving you might not be enough.” I can hear the suffering in his voice. Pushing back against him, he grabs me hard. If he’s really that sorry, he’ll have to prove it.
Rubbing my ass into his groin does me no good when it comes to me feeding my own needs.
“Slow down, beautiful,” he growls, taking my earlobe in between his teeth. Slow down? If anything, I need to speed up.
Whirling around to face him, I rub my hand between his legs. He’s more than ready for me. His cock straining against his pants, and by the look in his eyes, I can tell I’m playing with fire.
“If you’re truly sorry…. prove it.” I lean into his face, whispering the words in his ear. A fire ignites within me. As much as I want to be mad at Eli for giving away our location, I know I can’t be. He’s given me this small sliver of happiness in a world of chaos… With a gift–apology like that, I can’t be mad.
“Oh, I will, piccolo. I fucking will.” His lips find my neck, and in a flash, I’m melting into a puddle of mush. My resistance t
o him is non-existent. I’m a fucking mess.
The bites, kisses, and sucks of my flesh are all that I can hear, even with the loud music playing. His hands skim over my body until they land on my ass. With one quick movement, he lifts me up and has me wrapping my legs around his waist.
I don’t care if we’re in a club with people looking at us. No. All I care about is Enzo proving to me how sorry he is. In a matter of seconds, we’re pushing through what I assume is a back door. My back slams against a brick wall as his mouth assaults mine furiously.
Pulling away just slightly, he bites my lip, causing me to groan. “If you run from me again, I will spank you until your ass cheeks glow red. Then, I’ll fuck you like I hate you. Got it?” He commands my attention, and my pussy purrs in appreciation. Instead of saying yes, I nod my head, my eyes must be glowing with a deep need.
“Good, now I’m fucking you the way I want to.”
I smirk a little. Releasing my legs slowly, I slide down the wall. Once I find my footing, he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the alleyway.
“Fucking me the way you want to?” I tease him, hoping just for a smidge of the darkness in his eyes.
“The. Way. I. Fucking. Want. To.” He turns, growling at me, making sure I hear every single word. My insides tingle with desires far darker than I ever wanted. In this new world, life could be pulled from you in a second.
A walk next to him casually as if I’m not walking to my impending death by fucking. Our footsteps echo on the pavement as we walk around the back of the lot. We come to a stop in front of an expensive-looking, sleek car, and I immediately know it’s his.
“Where did you get this?” I ask curiously, running my hand across the hood. My pussy clenches at the very thought of being taken against the hood of the car.
“Where I got it from doesn’t matter nearly as much as what I’m going to do with you in it,” he exclaims, a dark, one-sided smile crossing his face. I cover the distance between us.
“Fuck me… Please.” My eyes urging him for more. The idea of doing such a taboo thing in public is exhilarating, and even though I know we could be caught and found by Mack at any second, I still want him. The idea of being found just adds more to it.
“Oh, I will,” he growls, cupping me between my jeans. My body bows at his touch, and I push up on my tiptoes. Spinning me around, I catch myself on the hood of the car. The black paint sparkles in the light, but I have no time to admire its beauty.
One second I’m wearing pants, and the next, they’re wrapped around my ankles. Enzo pulls my panties to the side, and I feel the cool midnight air on my wet and hot pussy.
“Fuckkk…” I groan as two fingers enter me with so much intensity, I find myself leaning against the car more and more. He is finger fucking me so hard, I slide up and down the hood with every stroke.
“I hope you know how much I love you, piccolo.” He groans in my ear as he continues to pump in and out of me. Leaning on my forearms, I push against him, wanting my release now.
“Why?” I huff out, questioning why we’re even talking at this point. I just want his cock inside of me, fucking me into oblivion.
“Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you. So hold on, baby.” His words are the only warning he gives before I hear him undo his pants. Suddenly, his fingers are gone, and I don’t even have time to protest because I feel his cock probing at my entrance the next instant. My mouth waters as he slides into me all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, god,” I cry out, my head falling toward the hood of the car. I can hear the traffic on the other side of the building, and if anyone drove down the alleyway, they would see us. None of those things bother me.
Slamming into me over and over again, I find myself on the verge of coming. Skin slapping against skin echoes around me, only pushing me further and further.
“That’s right, squeeze my cock,” he growls, gripping my hair tightly, pulling my head back.
That’s when I see him. Someone standing at the end of the ally, watching us. A car passes, illuminating his face for a few seconds.
It’s Eli, leaning against the brick wall, watching me getting fucked like a whore. Even from far away, I can see the smirk on his face and the lust in his eyes.
I should be ashamed, terrified, and appalled. Instead, it excites me. It’s wrong, dirty, and so fucking sexy.
Enzo grips my hip hard while the other keeps a tight grip on my hair. At that moment, all I can feel or see is him, and not another fucking thing matters when we’re like this.
“Give it to me, give me all of you,” he whispers his words, covering my body in a blanket of need. We are both covered in sweat, and with one shove, he is deeper than he has ever been.
“Come for me, Amara, come all over my cock,” he says, tensing. His own release mere strokes away as if on command, my pussy clenches around him as he continues to pump in and out of me at a furious pace.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I experience the most intense orgasm of my life.
I blink my eyes open, staring down the alleyway once more, to find it empty. Eli is gone, like he was never there at all, and for a moment, I wonder if I imagined him being there.
Releasing my hair, Enzo pulls out and flips me over, only to stare deeply into my eyes as he strokes himself. There’s a deep look in his eyes, almost fear, and when he comes, I watch his vision swarm with every emotion known to mankind. My own body shudders with aftershocks as his hot cum lands on my sweat clad body.
The tension eases out of both of us, a huge smile spreading across my face. The drinks I had earlier are a forgotten memory as the endorphins of my own release circulates through me.
“I love you, Amara… I’ll do anything for you, but I can’t change who I am. All I ask you to do is try to accept that. If not for me, for us.” The way he talks and looks at me has my walls of existing anger crumbling. If you really love someone, can you ever stay mad at them?
“I will… Now, take me home,” I say softly, sitting up and pulling my pants on. The wetness of his cum against my skin causes me to bite my lip. I should probably feel gross and dirty, but none of those feelings come. I simply feel like I’m his… his in every way, shape, and form.
37
Enzo
My blood boiled the second Eli texted me telling me he was taking Amara to a club. He ran into her, and instead of fucking calling me right away, he took her somewhere away from me. But the most furious part is that he gave her what I couldn’t, even if it was only for a moment. Freedom.
I knew from the way she moved her body against mine being free of the chains of this life was exhilarating. For once, she could breathe without restriction.
I want to be mad at Eli, but the truth is I have to thank him, yet again. First, he saved my life, then he freed Amara, and now he calmed her down after I pushed her away. I don’t want to think about what would have happened if Eli hadn’t found her and taken care of her last night.
As she’s sprawled out on our bed in Jared’s house, my mind wanders. I wasn’t lying to her when I said I wasn’t sure I could be the man she wants me to be. I have a soft side, especially when it comes to her, but under it all, I don’t think I can let the harshness go. Yes, I’ll change for her, but I can’t go as far as she thinks. I can’t be normal. I was born this way, made this way, and hardened by the cruel aspects of my life.
She wiggles around on the mattress, pulling the blanket down, then immediately curls up and shivers. Smiling, I pull the blanket back over her body, and I’m rewarded with a soft moan of appreciation. Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder before heading back downstairs.
“You found her?” James questions, as I take a seat in the living room. I’m not ready to go and crawl into bed next to her. It would just make me want to fuck her into submission over and over again.
No matter how pissed she was, running from me was stupid, so fucking stupid.
“Yeah, I did,” I mumble, running my hands through my hair.
“Well, technically, Eli did.” I’m exhausted. The truth is I’m not used to all this, all I ever had to protect was myself. Having to think about more than just myself—well, it’s fucking exhausting.
“I’m assuming from the look on your face it wasn’t somewhere you expected to find her?” What’s with all the questions?
Arching an eyebrow, I ask, “What do you mean?”
“You just look slightly amused and slightly pissed.”
“Well, your daughter is a spitfire. The last thing I expected her to be doing was getting drunk and dancing out on the crowded dance floor.” I expel a deep breath.
He lets out a deep, almost contagious laugh—contagious if I had something to laugh about.
“Must’ve gotten that from her mother. She was definitely a get drunk and take off her clothes kind of gal, I remember the one time—”
“No. No. I don’t want to hear about it.” I stop him with my hands, really not wanting to hear about how Amara came into this world.
“Still, the woman was feisty as hell. Clearly, Amara got that from her mother,” he comments, smiling at me, his eyes glazing over. I know that look well—he’s scouring his mind for the one memory he’s most fond of. I do it, too. Every time I think of my mother.
“I’m sure she did.” I was never given the chance to meet her mother. Had I met her, would things have been different? I think so.
“You know, you and Amara aren’t that far off from the same kind of people. She’s lost just as much as you have. Maybe you guys can find the happiness missing in your lives through one another. I love her to death, but I don’t think Jared and I loving her will be enough to hold her together…” James talks as if he has experience with this whole ordeal. I’m not sure I even want to ask.
“Well, it can’t just be me,” I say without thinking. There’s no way, after everything that has happened, I would be the person to hold her to the earth.