ENZO DE-LUCA
“Are you okay?” I muttered as I helped her up, finally having her in my arms, her curvaceous, soft and gorgeous body was tender under my embrace.
My cock twitched and I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms even more, I wanted to squeeze her like she was some sort of plushie.
How long has it been since I’ve last held her in my arms like this?
“Excuse me.” She responded, the intensity of her voice lashing at every one of my bones and making me shiver within me as she moved away from my embrace.
She didn’t look up at me for once and I couldn’t help but watch as Maeve walked past me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she walked.
Her body was stiff and even as my eyes followed her, even as I tried as hard as I could to go with her, to have her talk to me. All I did was clench my fist.
The sound of her wincing caused me to turn fully in her direction and that was when I saw what she was really doing, her eyes were closed so she wouldn’t have to see me.
She would rather close her eyes and walk into objects that would leave bruises on her skin than open her eyes and see a monster before her.
“Hey! You-”
“Don’t.” She sneered, the word grounding between her teeth as they made their way to me, tearing at me like it was some sort of wild animals tearing me apart.
She continued walking and bumped into one of the pillars but she still wouldn’t let me help her. I stretched my hand forward but I couldn’t get to her.
My teeth gritted and my legs were as though they’d been impaled on the spot, not budging one bit no matter how determined I was to chase after her.
“I guess this is what I get.” I muttered to myself, a bitter smile tugging at the side of my lips as I watched her go until she was completely gone, disappeared from my sight.
I’d heard her talking to her friend earlier on when I wanted to go to her room to apologize to her like Levi had asked me to.
I had heard her say those things about me, heard her call me a monster and heard her talk about how she never wanted her friend to mention my name wherever she was.
I’ve really gone and done it this time.
I messed up badly, really badly because even the dumbest person in the world knows that this isn’t the right way to treat a person you’re supposedly in love with.
Could this feeling even be love? What if it’s just some sort of crazy feeling? What if it disappears too?
I had traumatized her to the point that she felt she would be better off avoiding me, I didn’t need anyone to tell me that because her reaction said everything I needed to know.
She hates me even more now.
Sighing, I rubbed my temple and pinched the bridge of my nose as I also started walking towards the stairs and to the dining room.
Maeve noticed I was around and wasted no time in stopping her breakfast. Standing to her feet, she was about to run away from me again, to avoid me like she’s been doing for days but I couldn’t let her keep doing that.
There’s no way I’m going to let her keep on avoiding me.
“Hey!” I called, my hand grabbing hers and without as little as a second thought, I pulled her so hard that her body crashed into me, making me stagger a little but I held her against me, offering myself as support.
“Don’t.” I breathed as my arm tightened around her and I closed my eyes. I took in a big whiff of her smell and it all came rushing back to me, how much I missed her.
I missed her sweet strawberry scent, her fragile body, her perfectly carved face and her lips that always seemed to be muttering my name so much that it kept taking all the self control I have in me to not kiss her right now.
“Don’t run away from me, Maeve,” I continued, pulling away from her a little so that I could take in the sight of her face. Her eyes were darker now and her body seemed more stiffened.
“You don’t have to-”
“GET. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. OFF. ME.” She snarled, hissing like a snake that was about to attack. Her body writhed in my hold as she sought to get free but freedom wasn’t what I wanted to give her now.
“I can’t.” I said honestly because there was really no way I could possibly let go of her when it’s all I can do not to pin her against the wall and ravish her with kisses.
It’s been four days and this is the most I’ve seen her in those days. The desire to take her lips and own it was intense and the craving to have her body pressed into mine more than this was crazy.
I longed for her which is a silly thing because I have never wanted to hold someone, I have never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to hold and kiss her right now.
Her eyes were fiery, emphasizing her anger and disgust for me but I couldn’t care less about those things because right now, I’m holding her in my arms.
Right now, all that matters is the fact that I have her here and now.
It’s been hard without her for those days, I never thought I was going to have to admit it but it’s been so fucking hard and I wish I could put these feelings into words.
I wish I could explain just how I feel to her and make her understand that I’m not that scary, I’m not as scary as the cops and the newspaper make me out to be but how could I make her understand.
For days, I’ve been wallowing in nothing but hatred for myself because of what I’d put her through and also because I’ve been doing all that I can to ignore the feeling.
“You’ve fallen in love with her, Enzo.” Levi had said but falling in love with another woman is something I’ve always been incapable of doing.
Not after-
Maeve wriggled again and even though she had kicked me so hard between my legs that I could feel my entire body breaking down, I couldn’t let go of her.
“I- I need- to tell you- something.” I winced, pain coursing through me, rippling and forcing to pull out every bone I had in my body as I finally released my grip around her.
“Whatever nonsense it is you want to say, I’m not interested in hearing it.” She retorted, her voice firm and heavy with spitefulness as she tried to take a step back but I held onto her hand and pulled her closer.
She still wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“You already showed me my place, Enzo De-Luca, I’m nothing but your fucking cocksleeve and unless you need someone to suck your dick, let go of me right now.” She yelled.
Hearing her say those things about herself was painful, I felt like someone had reached into my heart and was about to pull it out with their bare hands.
There’s no way she’s just my cocksleeve. I don’t look at my cocksleeves the way I look at her.
Fuck!!
“Listen to me, pl-” The rest of my words didn’t make it out of my mouth because of the painful, resounding slap that Maeve had delivered to my face.
Her eyes glistened with tears, “LET GO OF ME!” She yelled, her voice reverberating in the dining room as she kept hitting me with her only free hand while I stood there and took it all.
“You monster!” She growled, the tears finally pouring out of her eyes freely, “let go of me.” She resorted to kicking and spitting when I wouldn’t budge.
I wouldn’t get any other chance. If I want to do this then maybe now isn’t the best time but this is the only time I’ll get.
“I’m in love with you, Maeve Hawthorn.” I confessed, blurting it out before I could even think without caring about the fact that there’s a possibility that there are maids and guards around.
Sighing, I couldn’t bring myself to let go of her hand as my green eyes looked into her brown ones, hoping I could look into her soul but all I got was blankness, her tears stopped and her eyes widened.
Her hands hung midair and her lips parted as she stared right back at me. It was hard to tell what she was thinking and it was because I made her that way.
When she first got here, I could read her like a book, tell what she was thinking but after what happened four days ago, she became a total mystery.
“I love you, Maeve Hawthorn and you don’t have to believe me but it’s true.” I continued talking while her hands fell helplessly to my chest.
It’s true, I’m not just in love with her, I’m madly in love with her. So in love with her that it breaks me to see her smiling with other men.
So in love with her that I envy something as stupid as her clothes because they get to be on her every fucking day.
The force of attraction pulling me to her was so strong, so intense that even when I’d tried ignoring the feelings, it kept eating up at me.
I’ve tried my best, done everything in my power to ignore her, pretend that I didn’t even care about her but despite all of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I want her. I fucking need her. I love her.