ENZO DE-LUCA
“Oh, what have I done? What the hell have I done? Why did I have to do that? Why on earth did I have to walk in on her touching herself and making all those tempting demands?!” I asked myself as I made my way to my room as fast as I could.
I hadn’t intended to walk in on her like that but she was the only thing on my mind since I got out of that strip club.
She was the only person I could think about so walking in on her masturbating just pushed me over the edge and drove me crazy with desire.
I swear I didn’t want to touch her like that, I didn’t want to be so aggressive with her but her reaction just turned me on even more and I couldn’t stop myself.
I kept pushing my limits to see how much I can get away with. I wanted to see how far I can go before she finds out that I’m actually in her room, fucking her without her consent and it’s not just something she made up in her head.
Each time I touched her, each time she begged me to be rough with her, I waited for the moment she would open her eyes but she never did and now……
……. I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING RAPIST!
I could feel the eyes of the maids and my men on me and it’s no surprise, Maeve was really loud and as much as everyone might have tried to mind their own business, I was sure they couldn’t have done much.
FUCKKKKK!
Pushing the door to my room open, I started unbuttoning my shirt, getting ready for a shower and hopefully stop getting turned on each time I replay what happened in Maeve’s room in my head.
“ENZO DE-LUCA!” Her loud, angry voice put a halt to my thoughts and I turned to see Maeve right behind me.
She had a fire in her eyes that told me more than I needed to know, she was breathing ferociously and I hated that seeing like that was also turning me on.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I stared at her lazily as if I wasn’t going crazy with the thought of tearing that flimsy, transparent form she was wearing off her skin.
“Since when did you have the audacity to barge into my room like that?!” I asked, my voice cool as I resumed unbuttoning my shirt before I started undoing my pants.
It didn’t take much for me to undo that since, well, they were already undone thanks to my stupid escapade with Maeve, one she probably already knows about now.
“Since you came into my room unannounced and-” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks turned bright red, her eyes grew wider and her voice went lower.
I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the side of my mouth as I waited for her to admit what I’d done to her but she only cleared her throat.
“You were saying?” I questioned, acting totally unbothered and hoping I could convince her that whatever she thought had happened between me and her was probably a dream she had.
How much longer can I actually mess with her mind?
“Don’t give me that look!” She sneered, the vein in her neck threatening to pop, “you were in my room! I know you were there and-”
“How are you so sure I was in your room?” I asked as I got out of my play pants. Maeve gasped at the sight of my cock as she turned around with a speed of light and cleared her throat again.
“You know,” I started as I walked closer to her and stopped when I was just about two feet away from her.
“If you don’t have anything meaningful to say to me other than throw false accusations then get the hell out of my room.” I whispered in her ear before pulling away.
Maeve turned to face me and was taken aback by how close I was to her. Her brown eyes looked uncertain as she bit her lower lip and I couldn’t believe that it was working.
I could smell her, she smelled of hot pussy juice, delicious orgasm and a journey I want to take her on all over again.
Closing her eyes but opening it almost as fast as she’d closed it, she took a step backwards with her eyes still fixed on mine as though if she looked long enough she would find the answers to her questions.
“What the fuck do you want from me now, Maeve Hawthorn?” I asked and watched her get weak in the knees. I still remember vividly what hearing me call her name does to her.
“I- I was- What?” She tilted her head slightly as she shook it and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as I ran my fingers through my hair, my cock twitching in the secrecy of the towel I’d wrapped around my waist.
“What? Did you have yet another wet dream about me?” I teased, staring directly into her brown eyes with my green ones and pretending like she hadn’t squirted all over my fingers.
Running her own fingers through her hair, she had a look that indicated that she didn’t believe a single word I said and none of this made any sense.
“So, you’re telling me that you weren’t in my room?” She started walking around my room as she threw her accusation.
“Why would I be in your room?” I asked exasperatedly, “what could I possibly keep in your room that I want back, if you’re not going to talk then you should just-”
“I AM NOT OUT OF MY MIND!” She yelled before I could finish talking, “I KNOW IT, you were in my room, you were there, I could smell you!” She shouted, completely done with the games I was playing with her.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but I swear to God that you were in my room and you were-”
“I WAS WHAT? What was I doing in your room?!” I interrupted, it was getting even more interesting and the more we yelled at each other and argued, the harder my cock became.
“FUCKING ME!” She snapped, hitting the hammer right on the nail’s head but she seemed to regret it the moment she blurted it out.
I couldn’t keep my smile under wraps as I started walking towards her, my eyes exploring every inch of her body and my fingers itching to touch them.
“Really?” I asked, my voice rough as I got even closer to her, “you thought I was fucking you and you’re not even sure if it was real or you were just making it up?” I added, earning a very aggressive look from her.
“Just when I think you couldn’t be any sluttier, you surprise me, Maeve Hawthorn,” I laughed dryly, “did you at least enjoy it?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“STOP!” She yelled all of a sudden, grabbing a huge chunk of her hair as she emitted a really strong, brutal aura but that pure animalistic feeling of aggression and fury that she showed only egged me on.
“I thought you were a lot of things, Enzo but I never fucking thought you would take advantage of a girl that has absolutely no idea what’s going on around her.” She lashed out.
“I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE A FUCKING RAPIST!” She screamed, throwing her hands in the air and glaring at me like a tigress ready to tear me apart.
“Rape? Don’t throw that word around now,” I cautioned even though she was right, I might have raped her but she practically begged me to.
“I wouldn’t have gone that far if you hadn’t clung to me and begged me to treat you like the fucking slut that you are!” I yelled back at her.
I had no intention of raising my voice but boy, was I infuriated and I have no idea why. I could just feel the flames of anger burning within me.
I felt like a volcano at the verge of eruption and along with that is the feeling of intense arousal that makes me lose my mind, I’m actually losing it right now.
Maeve was yelling but I could barely hear a single word she was saying, I wanted her. I want to shut her up by kissing those perfectly carved lips of hers and devour her.
I want to destroy her in all kinds of ways, I want to mess her up so badly that healing would be the last thing she would ever do. I want to break her to a point that she’s beyond repair.
She does things to me, things that I’ve decided to give in to but the world that I live in isn’t designed for things like that and I have to hurt her really bad for her to realize that.
“FUCK!” I yelled, hitting the mirror right behind her so badly that I felt some of the glass shards pierce my skin, even sticking to it when I pulled my fist away.
Maeve went pale immediately, she must have thought that I was going to hit her and I don’t blame her, the noise that reverberated in the room when I broke the mirror was scary.
But then again, even though I would never hit her, curiosity began to creep into my mind and I wondered what a hit like that would have done to her.
Would she have been able to stay conscious after being hit by me?
What kind of sound will her perfectly carved skull make when I crack it open with my hand?
The thought of it, the fear of one day losing my mind and doing it made my dick twitch, it was unhealthy, she really shouldn’t be with someone like me at all.
She hasn’t done that much evil deed in her life to be with me.
“Maeve Hawthorn.” I called weakly, bringing myself to do something I never thought I would have done as blood clouded my vision.
My palms were on either side of her head, I’d never touched her like this before, at least not with the thoughts running through my mind right now.
Maeve also looked serious, she looked like she was ready to take me on as she grabbed my hands and pushed them back hard on her head before spitting on my face and hitting my hands off her head.
“Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Me.” She said coldly as she pulled away from me. Her eyes were void of any kind emotions, her brows furrowed and her lips thinned.
I’ve never seen her look at me like this before, but I loved what I saw in her eyes. It was exhilaratingly arousing.
She spat on my face again, making me flinch as her saliva hit me. I loved where this was going and I wanted to see how far she would go, she also seemed like she wanted to know how much she could get away with.
“Fine, Yes, I fucked you, maybe I didn’t but well, you came all over my fingers like the slut you are but you can’t put it on me alone.” I laughed, excitement coursing through me.
“You begged me to fuck you, Maeve Hawthorn, No, YOU BEGGED ME TO RAPE YOU, so it was consen-”
She raised her hand and hit me so hard that my eyes closed tight as I turned my head away, with the direction of the slap. Slowly I turned my face back to meet hers.
“You’ve really done it this time.” I chuckled devilishly as I grabbed a huge handful of her hair and pulled it towards me with so much force that I was sure she felt immense pain.
She wants me to be a sadistic prick, well, she’s going to get that Sadistic prick.
“NO ONE PUTS HANDS ON ENZO DE-LUCA,” I barked, my voice resonating in the room, “NOT EVEN YOU!” I added and with that, hit her face so hard that my palm left swollen red marks on her face.
Oh god, I hate this.