Chapter SIX.

MAEVE HAWTHORN

“Let go of me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as the maids dragged me off to my new room or should I say my new hell, “I’m telling you to—”

“Putting up this amount of fight won’t do anything for you,” one of the maids spoke up, causing me to stop my struggle against their holds.

My stomach tightened and my jaw clenched as I managed to get out of their grips although they’d already had the intention of letting me go.

Looking around the hallway, there were men stationed everywhere so I knew that even if I wanted to make a run for it, there’s no way I’d be able to do that.

Everywhere I looked, everywhere I turned to, there were heavily built men around me, they had scary faces and the sight of them alone was enough to cause fear to tighten in my stomach.

“I don’t know what you’ve done for him to be so interested in you but you should know by now that you’re not getting out of this house.” The maid continued.

Her declaration of my bondage was so clear that I could feel the imaginary chains tying me to this mansion, I felt an acute sense of loss and I shuddered.

“Stop being stubborn and just be submissive to boss Enzo.” The other maid chimed in and I shriveled at the thought of me being submissive to such a devil.

My misery was like steel weight and terrible regret assailed me, I shouldn’t have left Theodore’s house last night. I should have stayed and put up a longer fight then maybe this would have passed me.

Men are known to be chronic cheats so why did I let it bother me that Theo was fucking a woman that isn’t me when I hadn’t even let him go as far as putting his cock in me.

Giving a choked, desperate laugh, I looked around once again and cold chills ran down my spine because the maids are right and being stubborn wouldn’t do anything for me.

But the last thing I want to do is be submissive to Enzo De-Luca.

“God forbid I submit to an evil entity like him!” I spat, swallowing the despair in my throat as I tried to brace myself and get ready for the hell that awaited me in Enzo’s house.

“Where is my room?” I inquired and without saying another word or even trying to force me to walk, one of the maids walked before me while the other stayed behind me.

Finally coming to halt, the door opened and I stepped in, it was as though Enzo was expecting me in his house already. The bed was well made, the wallpapers looked beautiful and everything was covered with my favorite color, purple.

There were posters of my favorite anime characters on the wall and as much as I loved the sight of my new room, it was also very creepy.

Just how much does this man know about me? How long has he been watching me?

My throat ached with defeat as I sat on the fluffy, welcoming bed. My gaze lifted and I saw the glazed look of pity on both maids faces as they turned to take their leave.

The sound of the lock clicking brought me to the knowledge that they’d locked me inside the room, probably to keep me from running away.

Finally alone, I felt a strange cold like never before hit me so hard that I couldn’t help but curl up like a wet cat on the bed as I cried.

I wanted to call my best friend and tell her of my situation but I had no phone with me, there was not a single means of communication.

I was confined to the four walls of Enzo De-Luca’s mansion.

“We brought you your breakfast,” I had no idea the maids were back until one of them spoke up and I lifted my gaze to see pancakes and juice on the tray they’d placed on the table in my room.

“I’m not hungry.” I lied, biting my tongue as I did so and as though my body was against me too, my stomach growled and I groaned.

“You really should eat something,” one of the maids said, “we’ll come back to check on you.” She added before they both left me alone again.

Curling up even more, I let the tears that had been dancing on my eyelids out of my eyes. Smothering my sobs, I hiccuped as my tears choked me.

I’d thought my life was going well enough even after my father’s death, why does this have to happen?

Closing my eyes, I tried to shake off the thought of the man that had made the top of the list of the people I hate most but I couldn’t. My mind wouldn’t stop circling back to that room.

My body couldn’t seem to forget just how good his body felt against mine, how his green eyes looked into mine and at my body with keen interest.

I couldn’t forget how my pussy throbbed and how it felt when he rubbed that cold metal against it. My body trembled at the thought and frustrated, I helped myself up as I touched my pussy to feel just how wet I was.

It felt strange but something in his manner soothed me, the maddening hint of arrogance about him aroused me more than anything else and even during our years of relationship, Theodore had never made me feel like this.

My body has never reacted to him to such an extreme degree before, the smoldering flame I saw in his eyes when he licked my pussy juice off the tip of his gun was sexy and it made me fear for myself.

Fuck, what am I doing? I’m not supposed to be thinking of him. I’m not even supposed to see him in this kind of light.

Shaking the thought out of my head was harder than I thought. His deep baritone voice kept ringing in my head, sending the wrong signal to my cunt and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my already parted lips.

The air conditioner in the room was in a good condition but I still felt so hot that I couldn’t keep my clothes on. Hot and angry, I pulled my clothes off, leaving just my panties on as I laid on the bed.

I was frustrated, my pulse wouldn’t stop leaping erratically and fuck, it felt so good, rubbing my cunt to the thought of Enzo De-Luca felt so good.

“Ahh. Yes, fuckkk.” I moaned as I imagined how big his cock would be while I stroked my already dripping pussy. My mouth hung open and I couldn’t help but imagine Enzo’s cock in my mouth, fucking my throat like he owned it.

My toe curled and my back arched when I inserted a finger into my opening, I felt something in me crashing down as I panted and my cunt dripped out more juices.

Slowly, I fucked myself with that one finger, stretching my pussy out at the thought of Enzo doing it for me. His tongue felt good against my ear and now, I want to feel it in my pussy.

I wanted him to take me, fuck me mercilessly and make me scream his name until my lungs gave out.

I pictured his green eyes staring deep into my brown ones as he fingered me, “Enzo.” I moaned before I could think as I introduced another finger before increasing the pace.

It felt good. So fucking good. Better than I want to admit.

“Oh, Yes, Fuck me, Enzo.” I breathed, my breathing paced, my back arching, my toe curling as my fingers went in and out of my slutty cunt and I just wished I could add more, I tried but it was painful and so I gave up.

Who would’ve thought that a virgin like me knew how to bring herself to orgasm.

“That’s it, mama, that’s it,” I imagined Enzo’s voice in my head as I neared orgasm, “moan for me, baby girl, say my name.” My eyes rolled so far back that I could feel it in my skull as the juices came rushing out of my pussy.

“Don’t cum until I’ve asked you to, mama,” my pussy clenched around my fingers as I tried to hold back my orgasm, holding onto both fingers so tightly that I didn’t want to pull them out so instead I dug it further in while my thumb played with my clit.

“I want to hear you call my name.”

“Enzo.” I moaned, my eyes shut tight and my back leaving the bed as I moaned his name, the desire to keep calling him filled me.

“One more time.” He ordered, his deep baritone voice was low and I felt myself losing control as I moaned and groaned at the same time.

“Enzo.” I obeyed, my pussy giving in, my body vibrating as though jolts of electricity were flowing through me, my toe curled tighter and I could feel it.

“My full name this time.” His voice was louder than I’d imagined it. It sounded so real, almost as if he was right here with me.

“Enzo De-Luca.” I moaned, my breath hitching and getting caught in my throat as my heart raced. I’ve never felt so good from masturbating before.

But this, this feels so fucking good.

“Now, cum for me, mama.” His voice resounded in my head and as if that was what I was waiting for, I couldn’t hold back the squirt that gushed out of my cunt.

My body shook as I convulsed on the bed, grabbing onto the sheets for support as I tried to come down from the large wave of orgasm that had hit me.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to see the bed wet from all of my juice and my cheeks flushed, the heat rushing to my ears.

This is exactly why I never let Theodore go so far down on me. Squirting is embarrassing.

The bed was soaked, everything was so wet that one would think the roof had opened up while it was raining.

“That’s some huge load you released.” My head felt as though there was a bell ringing in it and the sound was incessant as everything immediately became a blur.

I’m imagining it, right? I have to be imagining it because there’s no way he’s really here.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze, my heart racing as I silently prayed that it was all in my head but it wasn’t all in my head, it was indeed real, my heart stopped when my head lifted and I was staring directly at the green pair of eyes that had me convulsing from orgasm just five minutes ago.

He’s really here and he’s smiling at me so mischievously that I could feel my bones and my heart freezing over.

“Y— You— Why— why are you—”

“Hi, mama.” He responded before I could get to finish my sentence, his smile growing wider. Suddenly, I felt so self aware, embarrassment eating at my insides.

How long has he been watching me for?