004: "I Want Your Eyes To Stay Open As I Fuck You,"

(Anastasia's Point of View)

A week elapsed and I made it a point to avoid Enzo Mezzesalma like he was some sort of atrocious pathogen; maybe he was, but I didn't want to find out. I didn't want to breach that rule once again. I valued my life more than any petty infatuation.

However, I ran across him again on the ninth day. When Enzo came in like a hurricane with a man I recognized as Galileo Mezzesalma, one of the other two underbosses and the boss's oldest son, I stopped at where I was cleaning the horse statue by the staircase of the third flood's living room.

"You do not leave when I'm speaking with, Enzo!" Galileo grabbed Enzo's hand to stop, however, the other man yanked his hand back like Galileo's touch burnt him.

Enzo's eyes were darker than any night. They held animosity and they looked like they wanted to tear Galileo to shreds. "Toccami ancora e ti ammazzo. Dare me!"

Enzo threatened. It sounded like a threat since I didn't understand Italian. Should I be witnessing this? I hid behind the statue. I didn't want to be seen when Enzo looked like a wild animal let loose from his cage. 

Galileo tried to stare back with the same amount of venom but it was nowhere close to what was on Enzo's face. Both looked like they wanted to murder the other in cold blood. "You better watch your back, little brother,"

Enzo was the first to walk away while Galileo stared at his back with an evil smirk. 

Once he was gone, I came out from my hiding spot with a hand over my chest and let out a breath of relief. This was some crazy household.

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I was on the sixth floor for the third time in a week. I cast a glimpse towards the first door, keeping as far away from it as possible. I went through the third door, which led to a gym. Why did I have to clean this place every day when it wasn't in use?

I pouted and went to work, but that's when I heard it: groans and moans of anguish. I hesitated, myriad stray thoughts racing through my mind. Was someone hurt?

I didn't allow the question to answer itself as I peered out the door, scanning the corridor until my attention settled on the widely opened elevator, where Enzo was sagging against the door with an excruciating grimace, panting heavily.

Was he hurt?

I stepped out of the gym and slowly approached him.

His hair was a hassle. He was no longer wearing the upper coat he was wearing this morning, but rather a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves folded to the elbows and the top buttons undone, showing his chest. I made an effort not to look.

"Are you okay, sir?" I inquired, concerned, and his eyes met mine, striking me like thunder, but he slumped before he could say anything.

"SIR!" I yelled as I dashed to his side.

"Bedroom," he said faintly, pointing to his bedroom door.

Without hesitation, I put his arm around my shoulder and hoisted him to his feet, fumbling toward his door and pushing our way in.

I walked him over to the bed, dropping him as he lay flat on his back with his eyes shut. I stared down at him unsurely. Was he passed out? 

I reached out and pressed the back of my palm to his forehead and instantly, I withdrew my hand as his skin burnt. 

There was no way he was sick, he was fine this morning, and he didn't look like someone who gets sick easily! Then he had to be drugged!

"Do you require anything, Sir?" I inquired. I shouldn't be doing this or being this close to him. I put my face closer to him, hoping he'd say anything.

"Water," was the quiet response.

I looked around the room and noticed a bottle of water and a glass on the side table. When I turned to go retrieve it, my wrist was seized, and before I knew it, my back was pressed into the soft mattress. I shrieked as he abruptly came on top of me, hovering, and stared with lascivious eyes.

He couldn't have been aphrodisiac-drugged, could he?

"So pretty,"

When he ran a finger from my cheeks to my lips, I shook my head in protest. "No, please, sir!"

His expression was filled with dread as if he had been jolted back to reality. He sprang off of me and sat on the side of the bed, gripping his hair.

I leaped to my feet and dashed for the door, but his moans of torture caused me to come to a halt, and I looked back to discover him tugging his locks fiercely. "Sir, you should not do that; you will hurt yourself,"

I was about to run back when I remembered rule number three. But he needed my assistance, but what if anything bad happened to him because I abandoned him? Wouldn't that bring the harshest punishment?

I returned to him, kneeling to his level. "Sir, let's get you to the shower," I said, thinking he'd listen, but he grabbed my wrist again and yanked me onto his lab. I exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around me and sniffed, burying his face in the crook of my neck

"You smell so sweet," he whispered as I froze but jolted when a tongue brushed across my flesh. I exclaimed at the electrifying sensation coursing through my veins, causing something to pool in my stomach and between my thighs. I clamped my thighs shut.

Was I becoming aroused by a simple touch?

While I was disoriented, he nipped on my neck, peppering open-mouthed kisses, and I didn't notice till a moan came out of me and my body trembled in exuberance.

What was he doing to me, and why was my body reacting so strongly to him? Why couldn't I think rationally when he touched me?

I didn't know what was going on until my back struck the bed again, and I watched him unbutton his shirt one at a time, as if giving me an opportunity to back out, but I lay there on the bed, entranced as he abandoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor.

I focused my attention on the perfection in front of me, observing the black ink covering his whole left arm. Why hadn't I noted that before?

I squeezed my legs firmly, feeling an aching and dampness between them, whilst my heart accelerated as if it wanted to rip out of its case.

Slowly, he climbed on top of me, bracing himself by resting his hands on the bed beside my head. I squinted my eyes shut.

"Open your eyes," I sluggishly opened my eyes as he instructed in a much milder tone than he used before. His eyes were obscured and filled with passion. He got closer to my neck. "I want your eyes to stay open as I fuck you,"

I bit my bottom lip, holding back a moan at his warm breath on my neck and dirty talk. "P-please be g-entle, I haven't done this before,"

He smirked, the lust clearing for a moment, replacing it with something else. "Don't worry Doll, I will take care of you,"

Then he captured my lips in a kiss.

 It was initially soft. His kisses were gentle and tender. A ticklish kitten licks his tongue placed between my open lips. He was teasing me. As he gingerly controlled my lips, warmth sprouted in my chest and sparks sparked.

His lips on my mine made my thoughts go frantic and grey, and I felt wrecked even though I hadn't been touched yet.

He abruptly withdrew, sitting up on my hips, and looked down at my crimson face. "You look stunning like this, Kitten. I can't wait to ruin you,"

And for some reason, I was ready to be ruined.

To be continued...!