MAEVE HAWTHORN.
His eyes were hooded like those of a hawk and they darkened dangerously as they sought mine. I could feel my throat getting dry and I knew that I was supposed to look away before I get sucked into whatever this is but I didn’t want to stop looking into those green eyes.
They were perfect and I was more than enthralled by what I saw glistening in them despite the darkness. They looked as though they were trying to send a private message and maybe I didn’t get it but the entirety of my being got it perfectly clear.
I shuddered, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat as I managed to look away from his eyes even though I could still feel them boring into me.
My palm suddenly got sweaty as my heart raced and my eyes landed on his slightly parted lips. Looking away from them, my eyes travelled further down, exploring his upper body.
The parts I’d stitched, the parts I’d covered up and I felt tears welling up in my eyes, dancing on my eyelids and no matter how hard I tried to keep them at bay, they kept welling up.
I breathed shakily, my breath catching in my throat as I did so and forcing myself to look away from him, I’d made up my mind not to get sucked into his world but it was as though resistance was pointless.
“Where did you go to have so many injuries and gunshot wounds,” I asked in a low tone, shocking myself with the intensity of worry shown in my voice.
“You could’ve died, you know.” I added, hot tears trickling down my cheeks. I had no idea why I was caring, I don’t even care about him enough, he could die for all I care but-
My thoughts were put to an abrupt stop when I felt cold fingers right below my eyes and I opened it slowly to see Enzo trying to wipe my tears away as his head tilted and his lips curved.
“Why?” He asked, his smile widening as he pulled his fingers away from my face, “do you suddenly care about me now?” He added, laughing and my stomach tightened.
The anger I’d completely gotten rid of started creeping back in, engulfing me in its hot arms as my teeth gritted while my eyes stared daggers at him.
This is exactly why I hate him so much. This is exactly why I don’t care whether he died or lived, why did he even come to my room in the first place?
He’s arrogant, unbelievably selfish and so unbearable that it was taking all that I have in me right now to not rip those bandages off and tear those stitches open.
Why do I even care? I shouldn’t.
Closing my eyes, I heaved out a sigh as I tried to force myself to put up with him. I was able to put up with my father until his death, putting up with Enzo until I’ve paid off my father’s debt shouldn’t be difficult.
Maybe my father is the reason I care so much about Enzo right now, seeing those wounds on his body brought back unpleasant memories of my father.
He had treated me with nothing but hatred and disdain but I always wound up taking care of him because I’m his daughter and that’s what I’m supposed to do.
Whenever my father comes back home all beaten up and injured, I always felt sorry for him and a part of me usually felt hurt because somehow I thought I’m always the reason for his misery.
If I’d never been born, if my mother hadn’t died at birth then maybe he would have turned out differently and not as the jerk that I grew up knowing him to be.
I finished dressing Enzo’s wounds and pulled away from him as I tried to shake the thought of my father out of my head.
Why am I always the one taking care of people like this?
“I don’t care about you,” I finally responded as I packed up the first aid kit, “I have never for once cared about you and there’s no reason for me to right now.” I continued.
“Whether you had died out there would have been none of my business and honestly, I would have been so happy if you never came back.” I lied.
“I would’ve been the happiest person on earth if I never have to see or hear from you ever again so, Enzo De-Luca, don’t flatter yourself.” I finished as I tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Right,” he sighed, chuckling and despite the fact that he tried to hide it, I could hear the bitterness in that chuckle and I hate the fact that it had an effect on me.
My heart stopped, cold engulfing it as I fought hard to not look at him, “you have absolutely no reason to care about me.” He finished with a heavy sigh.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” I choked out as I carried the box and made my way out of my room as fast as I could, almost as fast as my heart was beating.
My heart ached under my breast as I walked even faster, making my way to Enzo’s room so that I could return the first aid box because I knew that staying in the same room with him for another minute would mean trouble.
Staying in the same room with that man would have turned me into something I’m not and I’m not just saying this, it has happened before and no matter how much I try to lie to myself, I knew that remaining in an enclosed space with him would let it happen again.
One more moment in the same room with Enzo would send an unwelcome surge of excitement coursing through me and excitement is the last thing I want to feel whenever I’m with him.
I would have lost my mind if I’d stayed back one more moment, whatever he decided to do with me, I wouldn’t be able to say no to. He knows just how to get me so submissive that the submission would be shocking even to me.
What is he doing to me and why is he doing it?!
Why does it have to be me?!
My life was going perfectly and if it wasn’t for him I would be in my best friend’s house, crying her a river and relying on her to take care of me because my boyfriend had just betrayed me but instead I’m stuck with a man that’s supposed to be the coldest human being alive.
A cold blooded murderer, a man that sees absolutely no meaning in the life of others and somehow, my heart keeps forcing me to try and see the best in him.
What best could be in a man like Enzo De-Luca? What best could ever be in a devil?
Finally getting into Enzo’s room, I returned the first aid box back where I’d taken it and gave myself a moment to still my raging heart and my crazy pulse.
My eyes closed as I placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart racing even more at the thought of him and nothing I tried worked.
Giving up, I walked out of the bathroom in hopes of returning to my room but the sight I was met with halted me in my tracks and my raging heartbeat immediately froze over.
Breathing became extremely difficult and just when I thought he couldn’t have so much more effect on me, I was thrown into a cruel reality that Enzo De-Luca, can in fact make my heart stop beating.
My jaw dropped and as much as I knew that I was supposed to sprint out of here, I could barely move my legs as I stared at the magnificent body in front of me.
His muscles were refined, causing my heart to leap and my pulse pounded. His back was covered with so many tattoos that there wasn’t a single place where he didn’t have tattoos and my pussy throbbed.
‘What are you doing, Maeve Hawthorn? Get out of here!’ A sixth sense told me but I could barely move, I wanted to feed my eyes even more and I found myself praying for him to turn around.
Turn around. Please turn around.
The rich outline of his shoulders from behind elicited a silent moan out of me, making my pussy throb even harder.
My heart stopped when he finally turned to face me and my eyes fell, my breath hitched as my heart unfroze and leaped as if I was about to have a fucking heart attack.
I was caught off guard and not only by the way he’d suddenly turned around as if he could hear my thoughts but also by the fact that he did it naked when I’m sure he knew that I could still be in here.
Standing there blank, amazed and as if I’d just taken a blow to my face. I really should have looked away but I couldn’t. I have never seen a cock as big as his and I hate to admit it but I watch a lot of porn, influenced by my best friend.
I’ve also seen Theo’s cock before but Enzo’s dick makes his look like a pencil that had gotten so much use out of it. My mouth dropped open as I stared, wordlessly.
Jesus Christ, it’s huge!
“Just tell me how much you want it and I might just give it to you.”
Liar.