MAEVE HAWTHORN.
My throat bobbed as I swallowed Enzo’s warm cum, he had done it in a way that I had no other choice but to swallow all of his load and I could feel my fear creeping in.
My limbs shook with terror and it was almost as though I was starting to get immobilized by the mortification that shook me. Fear coursed through my veins and I shook.
What the hell just happened? Did I just….. No, I couldn’t have possibly done that, I couldn’t have possibly obeyed him when he ordered me around like that.
My heart raced and panic sent shivers down my spine as I remained on my knees as though I’d gotten paralyzed and I couldn’t even look up.
My breath caught in my throat, my body a mass of trembling shock and I gasped as my breathing halted, the lump at the caught in my throat getting bigger and bigger.
My air supply seemed to be cut off as I felt an intense breathlessness racking me from within, my nose flaring in both anger, frustration and fear.
I couldn’t believe that I’d just given Enzo a blowjob in the midst of him torturing someone and right when he came down my throat, he had pulled the trigger twice.
How could he do this? How could he do this without any remorse?
Is this how sick he is? What the hell is wrong with his mind and why am I caught in the midst of it.
I wanted to stand to my feet but terror had me glued to the spot and anxiety welcomed me with its cold, chilling hands, making my teeth clatter as I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened.
“Good girl,” my thought was put on a momentary hold when Enzo’s voice jolted me out of it and it wasn’t until then that I was able to move my body.
“You did good.” He continued and I lifted my gaze to look up at him, my lips parted but my vocal cords kept telling me that they couldn’t possibly convey my thoughts.
I merely stared, tongue tied as he complimented me but his compliments and head pats had no effect on me like they usually do.
I tried to wait for my pussy to throb or my heart to flutter involuntarily like it usually does but none of that happened and that was when I knew that I’d gotten sick to my stomach.
I’d gotten completely numb to whatever charm he might have had in him.
“Do you want to stand up?” He asked as he zipped his pants back up and redid his belt. Enzo stretched out his hand to help me up but I was too stricken to take those hands.
I mean, I knew before now that they’d been stained with blood and even in front of me he had killed two of his own men but what I felt that day was nothing compared to what I was feeling now.
I felt a sudden constriction in my throat as my heart raced against my chest, thumping so loudly that I could tell that it was trying really hard to rip right out of my chest.
Fear took over my entire being, shattering my resolve and opening my eyes even wider to the kind of monster Enzo De-Luca could be because how can he look so satisfied in this kind of situation?
How can he be so calm and collected? How is he smiling?
Staggering, I ignored his stretched out hand as I made it to my feet on my own. My stomach remained tightly clenched and a flicker of apprehension coursed through me.
“C- can-” I stuttered as I retched, trying really hard not to vomit. I also didn’t want to look behind me because I knew that I would never be able to stomach what I was going to see.
The thoughts of the man’s body right behind me tore away at my inside, making me feel the urge to vomit again but I kept trying as hard as I could to remain in control of my own emotions.
To remain in control of my own body even though it was clear that I was losing control and it was only a matter of time before I broke down in tears.
Blinking back tears, I looked into Enzo’s eyes and searched for something to atleast to put my mind at ease, something to tell me that he isn’t really dangerous but everything I could see in his eyes reeked of danger.
“Can I go home now?” I asked and Enzo smiled, the sight of it gave me the chills but I kept it all under wraps, making sure that he couldn’t read my facial expressions.
“Sure,” He responded as he reached out his hand to touch me but I quickly moved away from him; I would rather die than let him touch me with those hands again.
“We can go home now.” He added, his voice a little lower than usual and a little sadder this time as his face fell but I’d be damned if I let it have any effect on me.
“Good.” I muttered, swallowing the lump lodging in my throat and when I took another step towards the door, Enzo reached out to touch me and again, I pulled away.
“Don’t-” I closed my eyes to force back the tears that threatened to drop, “don’t touch me.” I added and he looked as though he was shocked by that request.
His eyes were wide and he raised an eyebrow as if trying to indirectly ask me why I’d asked him not to touch and I just couldn’t believe his audacity.
How dare he look so shocked?!
“Are you scared of me?” He asked in an even lower and more resigned voice and I could hear bells ringing in my head.
My breathing paced and my chest heaved as I looked up at him and he still had the fucking nerve to look clueless.
JUST WHAT KIND OF MONSTER IS HE?
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” I barked as my emotion spiraled out of control and I lost all composure.
My panic turned into utter chaos and my distress escalated to a crisis point, my feelings reached a burning intensity and I still couldn’t believe that he had just asked that kind of question.
“ARE SERIOUSLY ASKING ME THAT?!” I yelled, my voice thunderous as it resounded in the basement and I felt something racking my throat.
Giving myself to whatever it was, I bursted out laughing until uncontrollable tears were trickling down my cheeks as I stared at my shaky palm.
It was sweaty and barely stable as it shook and all of my attempts to get the shaking to stop proved futile because just like my hands, my entire body was madly shaking.
‘This has to be a dream right?’ I asked myself in a mutter as I kept looking at my cold, shaky hands, ‘this is a dream, it’s not real.’ I added.
‘Maeve? Maeve?’ I called my own name repeatedly in hopes that it was going to bring me back to reality, ‘wake up.’ I urged myself but I didn’t.
I was still in the basement with Enzo, my hands were still sweaty and shaky and the stinging tears that were coming out of my eyes were landing on my open palm.
The feel of a larger hand grabbing mine brought me back to my senses and right there and then, I realized that Enzo was holding me, he was touching me.
His fucking, filthy hands were holding mine.
“Let. Go.” I snapped, my words punctuated by the gritting of my own teeth but no matter how hard I tried to pull my hands away from him, I couldn’t.
His palm clasped mine tightly, as if he was hanging on for dear life, “MAEVE!” He yelled and I shook as I looked up at him with my eyes wide.
“You haven’t done anything,” he said, his voice low, “he betrayed me and I killed him, you didn’t kill him, I DID!” He continued but I merely stared at him.
“Look at your hands, they’re as clean as they’ve always been so please, fucking snap out of it!” He finished, his breathing paced and I looked down at my hands before looking back at him.
“How?” I mumbled as I looked into his eyes and they showed no glimmer of remorse, they were as cold as ever with no flicker of emotion in them.
It soon became clear, as clear as day, the reason Enzo De-Luca is referred to as the devil himself, there’s no mistake, Enzo is not human.
“You don’t have to be scared, you have nothing to be afraid of.” He whispered, finally letting go of my hand and I couldn’t believe it.
Did……. Did he just say I have nothing to be afraid of?
My head pounded, my blood rushed and I felt as if there was a bell in my head, ringing incessantly and making it difficult for me to comprehend what he’d just said.
“I brought you here so you could see my world……”
“See your world.” Enzo and I said at the same time and I shuddered. This really is his world, I shouldn’t be surprised or scared.
This is the kind of world my father signed me off to.
The thought of it caused rage to flow through me like Lava and my stomach clenched tight, I still couldn’t bring myself to look at the dead man.
Turning my back on Enzo, I attempted for the door but he was quick enough to stop me. He leaned on the doorframe and looked down at me with green eyes that pierced through my whole body.
“Don’t run away from me, Maeve, please.” His voice was low, lower than I’d ever heard it and it wasn’t until a loud sound resonated through the basement did I know what I’d done.
I’d just slapped Enzo so hard that my palm hurts and it was more like I was inflicting the pain on myself than on him.
“STAY AWAY FROM ME.”