ENZO DE-LUCA
I watched as she put the dress on and my mouth soon filled with saliva, my cock twitched in my pants and I felt my stomach tightening as I watched.
I’d specifically picked this dress out because I loved how it looked on the mannequin and now that I’m seeing it on her, I can’t hold back all of my urges.
The fear in her eyes was vivid and although she was trying everything in her power to hide the fact that she was scared of putting on one little dress, I could still see it.
“S- So?” She asked when she finished dressing up, my jaw dropped and I was speechless. Her up-tilted breast, seductive body and the way her skin looked like a peach-tinted cream drove me crazy.
The desire to pull her into me and take her dress off with my teeth had me spiraling deep within me, my cock begging to be released from the captivity that is my pants as I looked her down.
She still had that terrified look on her face, the side of her lips curling into a bitter smile and the way her eyes widened and returned to their normal size made me feel as though she was reliving a moment she would rather forget.
Is it the dress? Why does she look so terrified?
The questions roamed around in my head and I just couldn’t get myself to think of a good reason why she would be so terrified of wearing the dress.
Did something happen? What about the dress had completely taken away the color on her face?
“Nice.” Was all I managed to say because aside from the questions I was trying to find answers to, the sight of her pushed up boobs, slim waist and hourglass figure was causing me to lose my mind.
Saying I love the way she looked would be the understatement of the year. I wanted to lick the ground she was standing on, she was so gorgeous that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Now, t-” I hadn’t finished talking when Maeve flinched, protecting her face as if I was about to hit her and that was when it dawned on me.
Something traumatic must’ve happened to her in the past and this dress just brought back the memories.
“Relax, I wasn’t going to hit you,” I assured her against my own will, the plan was to have her scared of me, I didn’t want her to be too comfortable with me so I wouldn’t lose control around her but seeing her wince and flinch like that caused my insides to curl.
“And you can take the clothes off if you don’t want to wear them.” I added and saw her eyes widen with surprise, she opened her mouth to say something but probably thought against it.
“Why?” She finally asked, not an ounce of fear showing in her voice, “a moment ago you threatened to kill my best friend if I didn’t put the dress on and now you’re asking me to take it off if I want?” She teased.
“What’s with the change of mind? Do you suddenly care about how I feel?” She added, causing me to roll my eyes.
What about my actions gave her the idea that I didn’t care about her feelings?
“I don’t care,” I lied, making sure that she couldn’t detect it, “keep it on or take it off, do what you want, at least you obeyed me first.” I finished.
“You’re such a jerk.” She spat and I smiled. Honestly, I didn’t want her to take the dress off. I came here because I’d intended to take her out for her first mission.
I had a job to attend to and leaving Maeve alone in the house just didn’t sit right with me, I couldn’t stop thinking about her touching herself and how angry it made me.
Would it make me a sicko if I admitted to wanting her to go on this mission with me because not only do I want her to watch while I torture the culprit, giving her more reasons to hate me, but because I had other plans.
Plans that included but not limited to having her naked and taking my cock in those sharp-tongued mouth of hers.
“Won’t you tell me I look beautiful?” She probed and I immediately lifted my gaze to meet her bold stare, her beauty was extremely exquisite, fragile and those eyes.
Fuck, those eyes and lips.
“Now you’re trying to get a compliment out of me?” I retorted and she raised an eyebrow, “there’s no time for this, get ready and let’s leave.” I added.
It was hard but I was stubbornly trying to throttle my desires. I took in deep breaths as I looked away from her eyes that kept drawing me into an abyss I would be more than willing to get drawn into.
Focus, Enzo. Focus.
“Well then, I’m not putting it on.” She said firmly, her voice laced with a little mischievousness as she looked dead at me.
“Maybe I made you a little too comfortable, Maeve, but you have no right to decide whether or not you’re keeping the dress on.” I argued, my head pounding from the blood rush I was getting from holding myself back from kissing her.
“Why?!”
“BECAUSE I MADE THAT DAMN DECISION FOR YOU!” I roared, my heart pounding, my vision starting to get blurry as breathing seemed like something I’d completely forgotten how to do.
I looked up to see apprehension taking over Maeve’s face, she gasped and her chest heaved as she panted in terror.
She seemed to be afraid, no, she was petrified and there’s that look she had just a while ago, the one that makes me feel guilty, the one that gives me the idea that she was reliving a traumatic experience.
“I- I’m sorry.” She apologized in a small frightened voice with her eyes shut tightly and I felt guilt wash over me. I reached out my hand to touch her but doing that would bring an end to all of the walls I’ve been building.
I shouldn’t be anywhere near her and yet here I am. My plan was to break her, to make her crazy about me but as far as I know the only person that plan seems to be working on is…..
……. Me.
“You’re my slut, I’m your master and you lost your right to make a decision when your father signed those papers.” I started after a while of silence.
A tense silence enveloped the room as Maeve stared at me with burning, reproachful eyes, anger that I’m not sure whether they were directed at me or her father.
I hated it when she looked at me with those eyes. I hate myself whenever she glares at me like that.
“My father signed those papers without my consent!” She fired back at me, her throat bobbing as she swallowed, “and I don’t care what d-”
Maeve was unable to complete her sentence because I’d closed the gap between us in a blink of an eye, my large hands holding her face and forcing her to keep her eyes on me.
Hurriedly and giving her no chance to blink before I wrapped my palm around her neck. There I fucking go, doing things I don’t want to her.
“Do you really have an objection?” I questioned through gritted teeth as I stared down at her and I felt her shiver, her teeth yearning to chatter as she was forced to look up at me.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she tried to get air into her lungs, the tension between us increased with an intensity I could tell was frightening for her.
She shook her head negatively and I let go of her neck. Maeve coughed and drew in fast sharp breath, a single tear trickling down the side of her eyes as she coughed.
I didn’t want to be rude, mean or rough with her but this was the only way I could get rid of the attraction I felt for her, being someone I don’t want to be when I’m with her is the only way I can keep my walls erect.
But not just my walls, my cock also erect seeing her in that submissive state.
After last night, I’d realized that I was losing control and it’s only a matter of time before I completely lose my mind over her and the only way to stop that from happening is by constant reminder.
Why did I get so interested in her? Why am I not letting her go?
I need to constantly remind myself of the reason I bought her, the reason I manipulated her father into selling her off and that wasn’t because of love but because of the thrill that came with being with someone as fierce as her.
She’s different from all the other girls I have met, fucked or ever had a contractual relationship with, she was fiery and despite being frail and weak, she stood up to me.
She could be scared but she challenged me, she never lets a fight go until she’s reminded that she’s at loss and even at that, her eyes still bore hot holes into me, making for my heart.
Even after losing this fight, I could feel her glaring at me with so much disdain and as crazy as it may sound, that’s one thing that turns me on the most about her.
The more reason to keep her as my slut.
Turning around, I dug into my pocket for my phone and immediately called Levi when I got it, it didn’t take long for him to pick up the phone.
“Where are you?” He questioned and I didn’t need a saint to tell me that he was asking because he knew I was going to be late.
“I’m going to be late, Levi, clear the arena and leave the traitor locked up there, I’ll take care of things on my own.” I responded before hanging up.
Turning back to face Maeve, she was standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Her dark brown hair was like strands of lustrous glass and I watched as she dabbed a red lipstick on.
It’s a good thing I asked the maids to fill the room up with feminine products and a good thing I did a little more research on the things she loved.
The sound of my phone ringing jolted me out of my thoughts, it was Levi. I answered the call and Levi had only nine words for me.
“It’s done, I’m leaving the rest to you, Don.”
Returning the phone to my back pocket, I stared at the dress that clung desperately to her body and my cock twitched.
I want to fuck her. I desperately want to feel her shake uncontrollably under me before we leave.
Closing my eyes and trying my hardest to not let out what is at the tip of my tongue, I might be referred to as the strongest man in the country but I lost.
“Fuck, Maeve, you drive me crazy.”