MAEVE HAWTHORN.
What should I call this feeling? I really want to put a name on it but the more I think about what to call what I’m feeling deep inside me, the harder it is to put a label on it.
Staring into the pair of green eyes looking down at me, my body tingles and I could feel burns on each part of my skin, each part that Enzo had touched and kissed.
I ache for him, I want him even more and right now even as he refuses me, I can’t help but feel even more attracted to him, my heart thumped loudly and my head pounded.
Whatever this is, whatever this feeling is, no matter the amount of hatred I have for this man on top of me right now, I don’t ever want that feeling to stop.
“You care what I think about you?” I managed to ask as I stared into his sparkly green eyes and I saw them glisten as his lips curled as though at the edge of laughter.
“I care a lot what you think about me, Maeve Hawthorn.” He added and I felt cold chills running down my spine.
He was doing it again, calling my name intentionally because he knows what hearing him say my name does to me.
Enzo looked a thousand times more attractive and giving into my intrusive thoughts, I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling on the elastic band he had used to hold his hair in a ponytail.
His hair fell, covering his face and my heart skipped a beat as I looked through the veil of hair that had covered his face.
It has to be a sin for a man to be this handsome.
His hair was black, not too straight and not so curly and so fucking silky that right now, I couldn’t bring myself to stop running my fingers through his hair.
“What are you doing?” Enzo asked, pulling me out of the reverie I was lost in and I opened my mouth to answer but a response was the one thing I couldn’t think of.
What am I really doing? Why am I so attracted to him?
I’m supposed to hate this man but he’s making it extremely difficult for me.
The way he’d kissed me, the way he’d touched me, the way his long, veiny fingers had fucked me and the way he’d tasted me, I couldn’t possibly shake these things out of my head.
“Why do you care so much about what I think of you?” I asked, my voice raspy as my eyes landed on his lips once again and I yearned for them, I wanted to taste those deliciously soft lips once again.
“Because it’s you.” He responded and even though it shouldn’t, that answer told me everything that I needed to know at that point, I felt heat rushing to my cheeks and the tip of my ears as I stared at him.
It was as though time had stopped and everything was happening in slow motion around us as he reclaimed my lips, reigniting the fire I’d thought was quenched already.
My back arched, leaving the bed as I pressed my body into him, my breast hard against his chest and I wanted to beg him to fuck me once again but I know that no matter what, he still wouldn’t.
One unimportant observation: Enzo De-Luca is a really stubborn man.
Closing my eyes, I gave myself freely to the passion of his kiss as his tongue owned my mouth, sending shivers of longing through me and just as I was enjoying it all, it stopped.
Enzo pulled away from me, leaving my lips quivering for more even though they were still warm and moist from his kiss and as I opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were exploring every inch of my soul.
“I intend to change your mind about me, Maeve, and trust me, I’m going to do it,” he started as his fingers deliciously traced a line down to my stomach, below my navel before stopping at my opening, teasing it.
“Like I said earlier, I intend to break you,” he continued, his fingers entering my opening and twirling around as he fiddled with my clit, “I want you to want me.” He finished and with that Enzo pulled his finger out of me.
“I want you to need me.” He groaned as he stood from the bed, looking down at me with a smile that would have been creepy if I wasn’t so lost in pleasure right now.
I watched as Enzo turned to leave my room, closing the door behind him and the receding sound of his footsteps filled my ears, resounding.
He had left my room but still, I couldn’t help but feel like he’s still here. I could still smell him, I could still feel him on top of me, his fingers buried in my cunt.
I felt intense heat coursing through my being as my toes curled and I couldn’t let go of the sheets as my breathing paced. My pussy throbbed and ached and as my eyes closed, I replayed everything that had happened here in my head.
I’m done.
I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me just how doomed I am, I’ve been caught in a web that I knew really well I wouldn’t be able to get out of, a web Enzo De-Luca had weaved and what’s worse is the fact that I never want to get out of the web.
Enzo De-Luca was making me feel things I’ve never felt before, things that felt foreign to me, things that felt nothing short of bliss and fighting against those feelings had to be the hardest thing ever!
“MAEVE!” I screamed as I buried my face in the pillow, clutching it tight to my face as if I wanted to smother myself to death, “what were you thinking?!” I asked myself, embarrassment washing over me.
Kicking the bed really hard and burying my face even further into the pillow, I couldn’t stop the renewed embarrassment that overcame me and true to Enzo’s words, I regretted every single word I’d said to him.
I paled when I remembered just how many times I’d begged him to fuck me and how he’d turned me down, my embarrassment turned into raw fury directed at myself.
Fuck me? Why on earth would I say something like that? Why did I even let it out of my mouth?
“Arghhh!” I screamed again, the sound muffled by the pillow my face was buried in as I finally pulled away from it. I could still feel my cheeks burning in remembrance as I rolled over on the bed.
Covering my face with my palm, I let out a heavy sigh as I pulled my palm away so I could stare at the ceiling. Sighing again, I couldn’t help but think about my situation.
I wouldn’t have been here if my father hadn’t borrowed money from Enzo De-Luca.
I sure as hell wouldn’t be here if my father had had the decency to tell me about it instead of selling me off like I was some sort of slut.
How do I work for 3 million dollars under Enzo De-Luca without all of these crazy feelings getting in the way? The thought of it made my stomach churn as I curled up on the bed.
Like someone had pulled a switch, tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about all of the things I could’ve been doing right now.
I should be with Scarlett right now talking about things we probably have no control over and after learning that Theo cheated on me, I would be doing everything in my power to calm her down so she wouldn’t commit third degree murder and go to jail.
I want to get out of here as soon as possible. I miss Scarlett and I want to see her.
Swallowing the sob that threatened to come out of my throat, I shook the thought out of my head and tried to convince myself that I was doing this to protect Scarlett.
Leaving Enzo’s house would put Scarlett in great danger but staying here would keep her away from said danger.
I tried to console myself with that but it wasn’t working and as hard as it is to admit it, I’m scared, terrified even of being alone with Enzo.
He had told me he was going to have fun breaking me and less than a day in his house and I’m already begging him to fuck me.
What’s going on with me?! What am I going to beg him to do next? Tie me up and whip me?!