Chapter SEVEN.

ENZO DE-LUCA

The embarrassment was clear on her face when she saw the look on mine, her mouth dropped open as she fumbled with her words and she colored fiercely.

She was physically shivering, crimson with embarrassment, paling at the smile on my face that kept getting wider. I could see everything clearly because she was just like a book, easy to read.

Her arm covered her boobs as her eyes left mine to look at the clothes she had scattered on the bed and the colors on her cheeks got even darker. Looking from me then at the clothes once again, she sprung into action but I was faster.

Grabbing her arms, I pulled her back until she crashed into me, her hot boobs pressing really hard against my chest and a loud scream got out of her mouth.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” She yelled out in anger, the embarrassment I’d seen just a second ago was starting to turn into rage, raw fury.

“Do you really want to do that now?” I questioned, my eyes not leaving her brown ones as I leaned further down until both our breaths were brushing our faces.

“C’mon, you have other things to worry about, Maeve.” I added and felt her shiver in my hold, her veins popped out and it was so visible that I was scared of actually seeing it burst open.

Her lower lip went in between her teeth as she colored again although the result of me calling her name was still vividly visible and it lasted that way for about thirty seconds.

“LET. ME. GO.” She gritted, writhing out of my hold and not giving up even though she knew that I wasn’t ready to let her go anywhere.

“And Get the HELL out of my room.” She spat at me, almost giving up but still trying her best to get out of my arms.

“I own this house, Maeve,” I countered, enjoying the way her body reacted anytime I called her name. I knew it was horrible of me but I just can’t get enough of the shivers, the hushed moans and the look of defeat that glazed her face anytime I called ‘Maeve’

“Plus, I already told you that privacy is something you’re not going to be opportune to have.” I finished with a smile that caused her to burn even hotter with the fire of fury.

Maeve’s eyes held mine and the entire world seemed to stop, I could keep staring at her all day no matter what I have to do or what I’m supposed to take care of.

The pure look of hatred in her eyes got even more visible and a stab of guilt laid buried in my chest. I'm not supposed to keep her with me, I’m not supposed to bring her into my world but the damage has been done already.

My glance slid slowly from her eyes to her neckline and then her boobs and I felt something inside me soften as I savoured the sight.

I could tell her body ached for my touch just like mine yearns to be on top of her, every day, every single day, my love for her deepened and intensified and now that she’s in my arms, naked with only her panties on—

I wanted her.

I want to do dangerous things to her until she’s screaming how much she can’t take it anymore. My body shook and I tried to quench the rapidly growing fire of attraction.

But each time I saw her, the fire grew even hotter and bigger and the pull was stronger. Her body felt so soft against mine and I wanted to feel more of her while I’m also naked.

The very air around us seemed electrified and as a small smile took over my lips, I closed my eyes and played back what was happening when I first stepped in.

The way her head was thrown back, her eyes closed with two fingers plunging in and out of her pussy and I just wanted to be those fingers.

I felt a pang of jealousy wash through my being because instead of her fingers, my cock would have been perfect in her hole with her pussy lips wrapped around it.

I wanted to feel the warmth of her cunt and when she started calling my name, I knew I couldn’t hold back, the control I thought I had slipped right out of my fingers.

Hearing her call for me, beg for me to fuck her, drove me insane right on the spot, my cock twitched and begged to be inside of her. I really wasn’t expecting to be the element of her fantasy.

Didn’t expect my name to be the one coming out of those perfect lips of hers as she intensely fucked herself and shivered with orgasm but I loved every bit of it.

Engaging her in that little conversation was risky but she was so engrossed in the ecstasy that she could barely tell what’s real from what’s an imagination.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I tried to push it to the darkest part of my mind because I could feel the jealousy creeping back in, tearing at every bone in my body.

She shouldn’t be fucking herself, I should be fucking her.

“I hate you.” Her words, glossed with every hint of hatred that she had for me pulled me out of my reverie as I looked back down at her and now isn’t the time but I couldn’t help but imagine her on her knees, sucking on my cock while looking up at me with those vicious yet innocent eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I questioned with a grin, “just some minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you, weren’t you?” I added and her eyes widened as though she couldn’t believe that I’d just said that.

I— You were— I wasn’t—” she fumbled with her words even more and the sight of her flushed, embarrassed and probably silently wishing to be swallowed by the ground was arousing.

Her boobs were calling for me to touch them, I wanted to taste her pointy nipples in my mouth and squeeze her boobs in my palms. My mouth was yearning to cover hers, savoring the taste of her parted lips.

My head felt hazy and it was as though the room was spinning as I tried to throttle the dizzying current. I tried to keep myself under control but I was losing it.

Maeve Hawthorn is in my arms right now, her boobs are pressing against my body, her eyes are staring at me with heavy hatred and a tiny hint of sparkle that I can’t put a name on.

Her body shivers anytime I call her name, her tongue, her mouth spews how much she hates me but her body wouldn’t stop saying something entirely different.

Fucking her right now wouldn’t entirely be against her will, would it? Fuck, Enzo, what are you doing? Leave the girl alone!

I wish it were that easy to let go of her, that simple to get rid the heavenly sight of her masturbating to the thought of me fucking her.

“Why are you even here?!” Her voice put an end to the dilemma I was in and I tried to think of an answer to her question but I couldn’t think of one.

Why am I here? I’d totally forgotten what I came to her room for.

“I don’t remember,” I confessed, “it’s hard to remember what I came here for when I opened the door only to see you in that position you were in.” I continued taunting her.

“Seeing you call my name in such a state of ecstasy took everything right out of my head because that’s something I wasn’t expecting, especially after you’d declared your hatred for me so many times.” I paused.

“You say one thing and then your body totally opposes everything that comes right out of your mouth, Maeve,” I continued and her body shook, “see? It just did.” I smiled down at her.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Enzo,” the words grinded between her teeth as she wriggled once again, trying her hardest to push me away from her, “you’re not the only one with the name ‘Enzo’ so please, get off your fucking high horse and get your head out of the fucking clouds.”

“It’s a fucking wonder how—”

“Enzo De-Luca?”

“You’re still not the only one with that name.”

“Who else do you know have the same name as me?” I waited for over a minute for her response but I got none, only her lips opening and closing.

Her compelling eyes riveted me to the spot and I just couldn’t tear my gaze away from her profile, her delicious looking lips, the heat from her body and everything was just—

Fuck it!

I pulled her up against me and twisting in my arms and arching her body, she sought to get free but I held her snugly, her body was calming.

Claiming her lips, I crushed her even harder into me, my mouth covering hers hard and hungrily as I savoured her taste. She tasted like an old wine and I wanted more, I wanted to savour more.

Her lips felt heavenly against mine, I wanted to stop because I knew she didn't want this, she didn't want me kissing her but I just couldn’t bring myself to put an end to this feeling.

My palm cupped her right perky boob, taking her pointy nipple between my fingers and pinching it, her wanton moans drove me crazy, the fight she was putting up despite the fact that she was responding to my kisses was driving me insane.

Her tongue entwined with mine, her hunger matched mine and as I trailed my fingers down her body, getting a little close to her pussy, I felt my cock kicking really hard against my pants.

My fingers grazed her pussy and I felt the warmth, sliminess of her juice and all of my control came crashing down as I gently stroked her pussy lips.

I don’t want to fuck her against her own will, that’s the last thing I ever want to do but I can’t seem to pull away from her anymore.

She was too addicting.

I wanted her to say something, to do something to stop me from this madness, to push me away one last time.

“Tell me to stop, Maeve.”