MAEVE HAWTHORN.
I felt helpless but who wouldn’t be after hearing him say those words. Silence settled in the room again as I felt Enzo’s heart beating against my palm.
My palm pressed harder into his chest and I wanted to pull away from him but at the same time, I wanted to listen more to his heartbeat, to feel it vibrate in my hand.
Why does he have so much effect on me? Why is he getting these kinds of reactions out of me?
My gaze lifted and I saw the heart rending tenderness of his gaze as he looked down at me. Staring me over like I was some sort of prize and his hand pressed down on mine, holding it while I rested my hand on his chest.
Something in his manner soothed me, my body ached for his touch and he radiated even more vitality that drew me like a magnet. I wanted him to kiss me, to keep on touching me like his life actually depended on it.
I dreamed of being crushed within his embrace but I settled for feeling his heartbeat. Enzo had unlocked something that the men in my past hadn’t been able to.
He had unlocked my heart and soul and laid it bare before him. It feels like I was going to die if I didn’t give in to the urge of falling in love with him.
It was as though both of us were digging a pit and we were ready to jump in it together.
“Why?” I managed to ask as I looked into his green eyes, his older man charm was coming out now and I felt like a little girl in front of a man she saw as either a father or a brother figure.
“Why now? Why are you saying these things now?” I asked, I don’t know what I wanted to hear but I knew that Enzo had the answer to my question and whatever that answer was, I knew I was going to be satisfied with it.
It didn’t take me long to realize that when I’m with Enzo, nothing else actually matters. With him, I feel seen even though he’s a jerk most of the time, I still feel like he cares about me.
Even my own father didn’t care that much about me while he was alive and of all the men I’ve had in my life, Enzo was different.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked, his gaze softening and as they met mine, my heart turned over in response, “it’s because I’m so in love with you that it hurts, Maeve.” He answered and my heart fluttered.
“I love you so much that it’s slowly killing me,” he went on even though I was fine with his first answer, “I’m so in love with you that even after trying so hard, I can’t control this feeling, I can’t even control myself when I’m around you, just like now.” He breathed.
“Then,” I cleared my throat, “if you knew this or if you’re really in love with me-”
“I am.” He cut in before I could finish talking and I felt a smile tugging at the side of my lips. My heart danced with excitement and I felt a ripple of happiness surging through my chest.
The sound of his voice, his words and the way he’s looking at me now affected me so deeply that I couldn’t hide it even if I tried but I only pressed my lips together as I continued my question.
“Then why were you being a jerk? Why did you take me to that horrible place? You claim to love me but I had nightmares for days because I couldn’t get that image out of my head, why did you do that?” I asked and he sighed heavily.
“I thought that too was obvious?” He asked and I felt my heart clenched. He had told me why he took me there, it was because he wanted me to see his world, he wanted to show me how dangerous his world was.
“It’s because I’m a really stupid, stupid man.” He answered and my jaw dropped as my mouth hung open, of all the things I was expecting, that wasn’t on the list at all and I couldn’t help but smile.
My head fell back as I laughed, tears lingered in my eyes as I looked back up at Enzo through the veil that the hot tears in my eyes had formed.
“That’s right,” I sniffled, doing nothing to hold back the tears, “you’re a really stupid, stupid man.” I added, repeating his own words to him and he laughed too.
I felt at peace, the air felt peaceful and the room wasn’t as choking as it had been a moment ago. My body was at ease as the emotions kept rolling through me while I looked into the eyes of this man in front of me.
Who would’ve thought that I was already knee deep in love with the man, the devil, my father signed me off to? Who would have thought that right now, all I can think about is how much I want this moment to last forever.
I never would’ve thought that. I didn’t even think I could ever fall in love with a man like Enzo, I just thought that our relationship would be based on sex alone but here I am, stupidly falling for a man that spells nothing but trouble for me.
Scarlett definitely needs to hear this.
I was brought back to my senses when Enzo’s lips touched mine, it was delicate, almost like he was being careful so as not to break something.
His large hand took my face and held it gently as he looked into my eyes and I felt hot from within, my throat started feeling dry and no amount of saliva I swallowed moisturized it.
He leaned into me again, his lips reclaiming mine and his kiss was painfully slow, thoughtful and sending jolts of desire coursing through me but the tide quickened before I could blink.
What started out as a slow, gentle kiss migrated into something more. Enzo’s tongue explored my mouth, fucking and owning it as he kissed me like his life depended on it.
His heart picked up again, racing even faster as he continued kissing me. The kiss was so hungry and filled with so much desperation, so much desire that even as I tried to catch up, I couldn’t and was only running out of breath.
Enzo kissed me wickedly, it was like he didn’t want me to catch up to him and it was cruel as his hand fell to my back. My breath was stuck in my throat and I couldn’t get it out.
I could barely breathe, it was hard, harder than it’s ever been, for me to catch up with Enzo, to match his strokes.
I wanted to explore his mouth too, to bite his tongue and his lips like he’s doing with mine now but he’s giving me no chance to do that, his breath was heavy and he did nothing to mask his hunger for me.
“I want you, Maeve, I want you so much it hurts.” He growled and I felt chills running down my spine because I wanted him too.
All of him.
“Me. Too.” I managed a reply even with my breath hitching and catching in my throat and with my heart thumping as if it was going to jump right out of my chest.
“I don’t deserve you,” he continued as he finally pulled away from my lips, finally giving me the chance to breathe properly as he kissed and bit my neck.
“A nuthead like me doesn’t deserve you.” He repeated, his arm wrapping even tighter around me as he hugged me, our heart beating in resonance as he trailed a finger down my spine as if counting it.
My body pressed against him and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, my pussy throbbed, ached and yearned for him but it was as though he wanted nothing more than to hold me.
To savour this moment.
“God, how can I ever let go of you.” He added shakily, his voice breaking and heavy with more sincerity than I’ve ever heard in his voice.
“Don’t,” I shocked myself with my own response, I’d answered before I could think but then again, who cares?
“Don’t let go of me then.” I added, damning all consequences, my heart was ready to fly right out of my chest now and I could feel Enzo’s was ready to do the same.
His tongue trailed, wet, warm path down my neck, stopping right above my boobs as he cupped it with his palm and stared at it as if he was staring at paradise.
Enzo squeezed my boobs, rubbing it as he drew in a sharp breath and looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust and fervour.
“How can I?” He asked with a slightly twisted smile, “you’re too perfect, I could never let you go even if I wanted to.”