“Who did this to you?” I ask, anger filling my voice. Her expression turns from lust to confusion in mere seconds as she looks down to see what I am talking about. Fear roots itself deep in my belly. Was she only telling me a half-truth?
“I… I don’t know where those came from, Enzo…” Her eyes plead with me to understand, and looking up at her, I know she is telling me the truth. She isn’t sure how she had been bruised. Had I done that to her? It could very well be possible.
“Shhhh. I’m sorry I scared you,” I whisper, laying soft kisses against the bruises. I want them to go away. I never want a single thing to blemish her beautiful skin.
From there, I trail my kisses over her neck and down her chest, listening to her breathe and to her heart accelerating.
“Being with you is like being on a roller coaster. The moments of fear when you don’t know what’s around the next corner. The feeling of falling, just for a fraction of a second, where you think death may finally get you. You make me feel all of it,” she says softly, her voice as smooth as silk.
Her words stir something deep within, and I lose control. She always brings unknown emotions to the surface. My fingers delve into her skin as I trace her entrance. So wet, so fucking wet for me.
“Fuck my finger,” I demand, gritting my teeth as I watch her eyes light up like a fireworks show. With one hand wrapped around her chin to keep her eyes on mine, I slam my finger into her over and over again until she finds her own rhythm.
“I need more,” Panting, she pleads with me to give her what she wants.
“Beg for it… Show me what that sweet pussy of yours wants,” I say, nipping at her lip. A frustrated sigh erupts from within her, and her movements become jerky.
“Beg for it, and I’ll give you what you crave. You know my cock only wants you,” I murmur on the verge of coming myself. She’s a goddess, and her body works in so many fucking mysterious ways. I know I said I wanted her to control the pace and to be in control, but that was before she said what she said.
“Please, Enzo…” she cries out… begging, pleading, and giving me exactly what I want.
“Please, what? You want me to fuck that dirty cunt of yours? You want my cum to fill you to the brim? Do you?” I smirk, adjusting myself for her entrance the moment the words escape her lips.
“Please, fuck me… Fuck me now!”
“Now, now. Don’t make demands, my greedy girl,” I growl at her, withdrawing my finger before sliding deep into her pussy. One swift movement is all it takes to get her mouth to shut. My body shudders with the need to slam into her repeatedly, but I stand my ground, relishing every jerk and clench of her body.
Our bodies connect, and a blissful kind of peace overcomes me. She slides over my cock slowly, and I take the time to explore her body, leaving a path of fiery kisses over every inch of her body.
“Ahhh… Ahh…” she exclaims, her hips moving in motion with mine as I lie back slowly to watch her work her magic.
“Fuck, yeah,” I hiss out, my hands moving to her hips. Our flesh is smacking against one another as she fucks me into oblivion. Her walls clamp onto my cock like a vise as I continue to push into her deeper than I ever have before.
“Never enough… Never enough…” I say breathlessly as my cum hits the back of her pussy, and my toes curl. They literally fucking curl.
Amara’s body slumps against mine as we both come down from our highs, listening to one another’s hearts beat.
One of my hands moves of its own accord as if it has been doing this for years. I push the hair off her shoulder and rub small circles into her back.
She is all fucking mine, and I’m the luckiest man in the world. I lost everything, but I don’t care—because I found my home in her arms.
“Promise me, through all of this, even if Mack wins, you’ll run. You’ll push on for something more because both you and I know someone’s going to die. Death is inevitable in the world we live in, and even if I die, I just want to know you will find your peace.”
If all else fails, peace is what I want her to have. I want her to be able to move on without me.
“If I promise this to you, then you have to promise the same to me. It’s not just your life on the line but both of ours.” She’s right, but she doesn’t realize I would do everything in my power to make sure she makes it out, even if it meant giving up my own life for hers.
“I promise,” I lie. I can’t promise something like that. Hopefully, it never comes down to that, but if it does, I’ll die for her. And if I fail, and Amara dies before me, there will be no moving on, no peace, no me without her.
“Good,” she mumbles into my chest.
“I love you,” I whisper into her hair, never feeling so content in my life. She doesn’t say it back, but she doesn’t need to. Her letting me hold her like this is all I need right now.
9
Amara
Dirt everywhere I look—dark, damp, and filthy dirt. The walls are closing in on me, and there is nothing I can do. I’m back in the hole, cold, and alone. Shivering and scared, even though I try my hardest not to be. Hoping every day that Enzo will come for me, that he will find me and take me away from this place.
My body shudders against another, and for a moment, I forget where I am. Confused, I realize I’m wrapped in a casing of warmth. Memories swirl in my mind, past and present intertwining before the dream ends, and I’m back in the here and now.
Opening my eyes, I take in the bedroom, reminding myself that it’s over. My prayers were answered. I’m safe, back in Enzo’s arms.
I didn’t lie when I said I was okay—I am okay… just okay. But I don’t think I’ll ever be back to the person I was before all of this. No. There is no going back to the lie that was my life.
I peer out the window and find the first shimmers of morning light are filtering through.
“The sun is just rising,” Enzo says softly, his voice full of sleep. He places a kiss on my shoulder, and I melt back into the mattress. We made love last night, not the kinky kind, not the fuck me against the wall kind, but the slow and sensual kind. The kind that makes you one. The kind that makes two halves into one whole.
“What time is it?” I ask, rolling over from my stomach to face him.
Looking at him makes me realize that I somehow came to terms with what Enzo did to John… to me. But that doesn’t mean it makes my feelings go away. I still harbor all of those, good and bad, which makes me feel like I’m sleeping with the enemy.
“My phone says six-thirty a.m.” He yawns, apparently still very much tired. I roll my eyes, even the king has a weakness—sleep.
Laughing, I push the sheet from my body and pull myself out of his warm embrace.
“What’s going on inside of that head of yours?” He’s been asking that a lot lately as if he thinks I’m unstable or something.
“Just absorbing things and wondering where I go from here.” It’s an honest answer. I know I’ll have to talk to Jared’s dad, my dad… soon. I’ll have to fill in the missing pieces somehow.
“James will have some answers for you, I hope. I’m not sure where he got all his information, but I guess your mom had told him before she passed away.” My chest constricts. Even after all this time, talking about my mom’s passing hurts more than anything. Even more so now, since I have no way of getting answers to the questions I desperately want to ask.