Sookie blushed and quickly averted her eyes, hoping that he hadn’t seen the blush that had spread across her face.
“No, I just …”
Enzo saw the consternation on her face through the moonlight and the beast in him stirred.
“I mean, I-” Sookie was suddenly a little nervous; she was obviously just worried about not having enough school vacations, but he seemed to have misunderstood.
“You had something else in mind,” Enzo said, his voice low and ambiguous.
“I don’t!” Sookie was a little mortified at how this man kept misinterpreting her! But when she saw his burning gaze, her body seemed to respond to him as if it was generating some strange feelings.
“Really no? Don’t you want to take off your panties, slide my big cock inside you and fuck you until you scream for more?”
Sookie’s face turned red and she shook her head, looking angry. “You pervert.”
“Never claimed I wasn’t.”
“Well, I never claimed I wanted you to touch me again.”
Enzo laughed, “Really, but the look on your face tells me you want to.”
Enzo got up, his hands going to his belt and Sookie gulped heavily, her eyes on his legs. He pulled the button on his dark jeans, then he slipped his hand inside, and as he slowly pulled it out, Sookie sucked in a cold breath.
God, it was huge.
Enzo’s hand encircled his cock, and it pulsed as he stroked it gently. Sookie drew in a shuddering breath and lifted her head to meet his eyes.
“Take your panties off, baby.”
Sookie shyly, slowly pulled her panties down.
Enzo’s eyes landed on her thighs, and her triangle. Sookie felt his burning gaze, and her whole body heated up, her pussy dripping wet, her nipples becoming three-dimensional.
“Spread your legs.” Enzo ordered. And she did.
Enzo bullied his way up her body and ran his large, rough hands up her thighs, the warmth of which heated her with a shudder. Sookie’s breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t help but gasp as she felt Enzo spread his hand from the base of her thighs down into her dark, hairy bush. She was so happy to see Enzo’s fingers on her pussy that she couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.
Sookie couldn’t help but moan out as Enzo’s fingers rubbed over her clit.
“Good girl, awesome.”
Enzo lowered his head, his breath spraying over Sookie’s pussy. Sookie cried out when his tongue found her center and teased and pushed in. She moaned against his face as he tongued her pussy.
Enzo’s hands found her ass and rubbed it hard, Sookie panting, the shivers from the touch still rocking inside her, “Ahhhh…”
Enzo slowly backed away and stood up.
Sookie panted, her eyes watching him.
Enzo removes his shirt, kicks off his pants and kneels down to her. Sookie whimpers as she feels the head of his thick cock sliding up and down inside her slick pussy. Enzo continues to undulate above her, his muscular body ramming into her.
Sookie screamed in sweet pleasure as her hands flew to his wrists, gripping them tightly.
He went deeper, filling her bottom and making her scream. He grabbed her hands and secured them above her head, then accelerated rocking his hips back and forth, filling her cunt with his cock with each thrust. It rubbed deeply, making her moan out.
They just kept rocking, their bodies crashing together in an intense, frantic sprint to the finish line. His hands dropped to her knees, then lifted it, lifting one leg over his shoulder to make him go deeper. Sookie screamed frantically as she felt her mind go blank, the pleasure of her body making her incapable of thinking, only of urging him to go faster, harder.
Sookie was so lost in it that she didn’t even care what happened next.
Enzo’s cock swelled thick and deep inside her as she screamed over the edge. Enzo groaned as he released himself deep as they both gasped for air. They eventually collapsed.
At night, they returned to the small building.
Sookie was having some trouble sleeping, she was experiencing yet another bout of insanity, and she was in the mood for sex when she was obviously on the run from a Polish mob. She, a small town honor student, was now naked in bed with a man she didn’t even know.
Sookie’s thoughts were so confused that when she went downstairs to get a drink of water, she heard a beeping sound from the corner. She was startled; it wasn’t supposed to be an alarm. She walked towards the source of the sound, her eyes scanning the darkness of the room.
Narrowing her eyes at the bag thrown in the corner, she gingerly made her way over to it without making a sound, her heart suddenly starting to beat wildly as she flipped to the bottom of her backpack and pulled out the makeshift cell phone Agent Hayde had given her.
Watching the captions bounce across the screen, Sookie gently slid the connect button.
“Good evening, ma’am,” the person on the other end of the line whispered before she could speak.
“Isn’t the whole point of a secret phone call that it stays secret?” Sookie’s back teeth gritted, and she glanced back up the dark staircase, fearful of a tall figure standing there. “The damn bell is ringing!”
“Well, you should check it,” Hayde responded with a harrumph. “Dawson–”
“He’s asleep.” Sookie rolls her eyes.
“Did someone tire him out?”
The mocking tone in Hayde’s voice made Sookie’s cheeks burn and she frowned into the phone. “Whatever you want.”
Hayde laughed softly. “I want information, kid.”
“Uh, I don’t have any information-”
“Let me break some news to you, the Shadowy Saints were involved in a fierce gunfight at the factory this morning. almost all of the Shadowy Saints were killed in action, and if Dawson hasn’t stepped in yet, maybe this kind of engagement will intensify, are you listening?” Sookie’s fingers tightened around the phone. She closed her eyes and rubbed her hair in annoyance, why were calls like this happening to her? Calls like this made her feel like she’d betrayed Enzo.
“What exactly do you think you owe him, Sookie?” said Hayde, as if reading her thoughts. This time his voice wasn’t as sharp as usual, and he used her name instead of “ma’am” or “kid. “Sookie was sure it was some kind of psychological ploy to “understand her” or show empathy. Sookie was sure that it was some kind of psychological ploy to “understand her” or to show empathy in an attempt to extract her words.
It didn’t work.
Sookie bit her lip and shook her head slowly. “I really don’t know anything.”
“Do you know about the phenomenon known as Stockholm Syndrome?” Hayde asked her seriously.
Of course she knew about it, and she knew that her current situation was practically identical to the syndrome.
“People who are taken or held against their will and experience stress sometimes begin to sympathize with their abductors.”
“I know.” Sookie sighed.
“You know and you’re still not cooperating with me! Do you want to be bound to him for the rest of your life?” Hayde becomes agitated and Sookie can’t help but hold the earpiece away from herself to prevent her ears from being pierced by the sound waves.
“Ms. Willis, I think I need to give you some assignments, like starting tomorrow you need to tell me exactly where Dawson is going next. What time he gets up in the morning and then what he does until he falls asleep, do you understand?” Hayde ranted for a long time and Sookie didn’t say a word, standing in the darkness and listening quietly.
Hayde saw that Sookie wasn’t responding and he softened his attitude, “Sookie, after all, you want to get back to your normal life soon, don’t you?”
“Yes, so I’m glad we had this talk.” Sookie replied.
Hayde knew she wasn’t listening and added, “I know you didn’t hear a fucking word of it, but I want to remind you of one thing, whether this man is worth harboring or not, just go ask him about that man.”
Sookie finally responded, frowning. “Who.”
“Mia.”
Without waiting for Sookie to respond, Hayde hung up and Sookie stood frozen in place with the phone.
Mia…? …