MAEVE HAWTHORN.
What? There’s no way he just said that.
I felt weak to my knees and my entire being shivered as I finally looked up at him. His green eyes were dark with desire and even though I wanted to convince myself that he was just messing with me, his expression was serious.
His lips were pressed together in a thin, bitter smile and his brows drew together as the side of his lips curled as if at the edge of laughter.
My heart tightened against my chest and I felt a large lump seeking refuge in my throat. It was as though I’d just taken a blow to my face and I had no idea what to do next.
“What?” I had no idea I’d said that until I heard it in my own head. His grip around my wrist tightened even more, making me feel as though he was hanging onto me for life.
What kind of a man takes a woman to a basement where he’d tied up a half dead man that had betrayed him, make her watch him torture the man, make her suck his cock, traumatized her so badly that she has nightmares now.
“Y- you don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced the words out of my mouth as I forcibly swallowed the bile that was lodging in my throat too.
What kind of man does those kinds of things, ignores the girl for four good days and then comes out of the blue to confess his love to her?!
“I’ve done a lot of things that I’m not sure of,” Enzo chuckled but it was tasteless, there wasn’t a hint of emotion in his voice, “I’ve said tons of things and most times, I have no idea what I’m talking about.” He continued.
“But it’s different now, I know you hate me and it’s justified, there’s absolutely nothing I can do about that because I deserve it.”
Why? Why does he keep saying these kinds of things?
“But I’ve never been more sure of anything like I am now, I’ve never been more certain that I know what I’m talking about like I am now.” He went on, the glimmer in his eyes was slowly coming back.
Even though his muscles were still tensed up, even though he looked like he had tons of things that he wanted to say at the moment, Enzo took his time.
I could hear the sincerity in his voice and it claws at me like talons, it made me feel as though I was being punished for something.
My heart was pounding, beating like crazy but he didn’t stop talking even though it was clear that I would be more than grateful to him if he just stopped talking.
“I’m in-”
“STOP!” I yelled before he could say the words that made my heart go out of control one more time. I hate that I’m not sure of the feelings I have for him.
I hate that I hate him but now that he’s saying these words, I don’t know how to feel about him. I’m not forgiving him, that’s for sure but I still can’t put a finger on what I’m feeling at the moment.
“Just fucking stop!” I retorted, looking into his eyes and doing nothing to hide my rage, “you think you can just tell me you love me and everything will magically disappear.”
“All the pain, the nights of nightmares and sleepless nights you’ve caused me is just magically going to go away just because you can say you love me?!” I yelled before scoffing.
I didn’t want to react to his body, I don’t want to react to those words but there are uncontrollable cold chills running down my spine right now.
The sound of my own heart thumping is so loud that I could barely hear my own voice over the loud beats, “you think I’m one of those girls you lie to and they forgive your sick mind because of what?!” I squealed.
Not caring that we were starting to have an audience but they all disappeared as soon as Enzo glared at them and it was now just the two of us.
“You’re a monster, you’re sick, nuts and not just that, Enzo, YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE AMONG HUMANS!” I roared, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.
His body so close to mine was threatening to mess with my thinking, I could feel my throat feeling dry as I could also feel Enzo’s heartbeat and I didn’t want it to affect me but it was.
My body wasn’t listening to me, it was listening more to the sound of Enzo’s heartbeat. It wasn’t reacting to all the forms of resistance I’d put up but instead, it was reacting to his breath.
Being in such close proximity with him was messing with my brain even though I was trying to keep fragile control, my pussy throbbed like crazy.
I could feel my panties getting even wetter and despite the situation, I kept getting pulled to him like there was some sort of magnet attaching me to him by force.
My body shivered and I could feel the sexual magnetism that makes him so hard to resist, his eyes were half closed and I hate that even that was getting me wetter than anything else.
The eager affection coming from him cheered me on and I knew that I was going to falter, his presence is going to shatter my resolve and if I don’t run away from him…..
…….. if I don’t go as far away from him as I can, I’ll be begging him to fuck me again.
I can’t let that happen, I really can’t let it happen. I’m not that cheap.
“Let me go or I’m going to scream out so loud that you’re going to have bloody ears.” I threatened as those were the only words of threat I could think of but Enzo only laughed.
It was almost as if he knew what he was doing to me, he knew what being this close to him was doing to my body.
“You don’t have to scream.” He said amidst laughter as he released my hand and without spending one more second with him, I bolted up the stairs and ran to my room as fast as I could.
Finally getting to my room, I slammed the door behind me and pressed my back against it as my eyes shut tightly. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, my pulse pounded and my blood rushed.
“Scary. Scary. So fucking scary.” I muttered to myself when my mind briefly played back Enzo confessing his love for me. Touching my racing heart, I knew I couldn’t get it to calm down now.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I slowly made my way to the bed and collapsed on it as a heavy sigh escaped my lips and I pulled a pillow into me.
My mind was conflicted and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Soon, I started feeling hot from within as my mind unconsciously began to replay the moment in my head.
The more I remembered what he smelled like, how his voice sounded, how his body felt when I’d crashed into him, the more difficult it was for me to try and forget him.
I felt frustrated and there was only one way for me to let go of these kinds of frustration. Groaning, I pressed my hand against my panties and rubbed my pussy through it but that wasn’t giving me the kind of satisfaction I wanted.
Closing my eyes, my lips parted and a small moan escaped them as my fingers began taking over before I could jolt myself out of it.
Caressing my boobs with my freehand, my back arched and I moaned even harder as I pinched my nipple and while I enjoyed doing that to myself, my other hand made its way to my already stimulated clitoris, pinching it hard, a breathy moan escaped my parted lips as I rubbed my hand on my wet panties.
“Fuck, it feels good.” I groaned, leaving my subconscious to do the work as I imagined Enzo naked in front of me and I couldn’t get his huge cock off my mind.
Rubbing myself from my thighs up to my stomach and then back to my boobs slowly, my fingers pressing down hard on my nipple and massaging it slightly.
I rubbed my breasts softly, squishing and squeezing it as hard as I could before making my way with my fingers down to my clit as I rubbed it up and down.
Using two of my fingers, I glided over the middle of my pussy and clitoris, rubbing it slowly before increasing the pace, going fast because my body was demanding the desperate need to release the building orgasm.
As fast as I could, I started finger fucking myself with two of my fingers and I could feel my orgasm about to push me to the edge as I moved my other hand to my boobs, rubbing my nipples and stimulating them while I fucked myself really hard with my fingers.
Placing my thumb and my index finger on both sides of my clitoris, I squeezed down hard on it and I could feel my body vibrating.
Closing my eyes, I pulled off my already wet panties completely as sliding it to the side wasn’t working for me. I returned the pillow back between my legs, squeezing it hard with both my thighs.
Even more frustrated as I didn’t seem to be finishing, I changed my position and folded the pillow in half as I straddled it. Resting all of my weight right down on it, I adjusted it so that it’s pressed firmly against my pussy before riding.
My eyes rolled in ecstasy as I humped my pillow, throwing my head back as I kept riding. Not wanting to return myself to this reality, I didn’t stop aggressively riding my pillow, imaging it to be Enzo.
Finally feeling myself about to cum, I moved away from the pillow and replaced it with my fingers. My pussy clenched around my fingers and I wanted more, I wanted Enzo, I wanted to feel his cock in my cunt the way I’d tasted it.
My back arched, almost leaving the bed and moans escaped my lips, louder than I’d thought it would be as the orgasm came crashing down on me.
“Arghh. Yes. Fuck, Yes. Enzo.” I moaned, my chest heaving as my breath hitched, catching in my throat and making me perspire as my pussy walls closed in even more on my fingers.
I wanted him. I hate that I do but I really fucking do.
I hate that the image of what happened four days ago was still clear and vivid in my head but it only riled me up even more and as I could feel myself at the verge of orgasm, I drilled my hole with my fingers more aggressively.
My third finger still couldn’t go in, it was still too early for that. My tongue twisted in my mouth and I recalled how Enzo tasted when he had shot his cum down my throat.
I wanted him to do it again, I wanted him to cum on my face, my boobs and most importantly, I wanted him to cum in my slutty hole.
The thought of it kept pushing me over the edge, my toes twisted and my body shivered violently as I drove myself to orgasm.
“Arghhh. Argh.” I screamed, my body vibrating as my pussy clenched tighter and my eyes dilated and just as if something huge had hit me, my pussy unclenched and I let it all out.
My body collapsed on the bed and I fought to catch my breath as I also struggled to steady my erratic pulse.
I felt at peace, an overwhelming warm glow filled me from the inside, enveloping my cunt and I felt even more squirt seeping out of me.
“How many times is it now that I’ve walked in on you fucking myself to the thought of me?”