hyper-aware of my clenching pussy, and my need for him.
“I’m sorry, Amara. I’m so fucking sorry I allowed you to run without following. I’m sorry you think me loving you might not be enough.” I can hear the suffering in his voice. Pushing back against him, he grabs me hard. If he’s really that sorry, he’ll have to prove it.
Rubbing my ass into his groin does me no good when it comes to me feeding my own needs.
“Slow down, beautiful,” he growls, taking my earlobe in between his teeth. Slow down? If anything, I need to speed up.
Whirling around to face him, I rub my hand between his legs. He’s more than ready for me. His cock straining against his pants, and by the look in his eyes, I can tell I’m playing with fire.
“If you’re truly sorry…. prove it.” I lean into his face, whispering the words in his ear. A fire ignites within me. As much as I want to be mad at Eli for giving away our location, I know I can’t be. He’s given me this small sliver of happiness in a world of chaos… With a gift–apology like that, I can’t be mad.
“Oh, I will, piccolo. I fucking will.” His lips find my neck, and in a flash, I’m melting into a puddle of mush. My resistance to him is non-existent. I’m a fucking mess.
The bites, kisses, and sucks of my flesh are all that I can hear, even with the loud music playing. His hands skim over my body until they land on my ass. With one quick movement, he lifts me up and has me wrapping my legs around his waist.
I don’t care if we’re in a club with people looking at us. No. All I care about is Enzo proving to me how sorry he is. In a matter of seconds, we’re pushing through what I assume is a back door. My back slams against a brick wall as his mouth assaults mine furiously.
Pulling away just slightly, he bites my lip, causing me to groan. “If you run from me again, I will spank you until your ass cheeks glow red. Then, I’ll fuck you like I hate you. Got it?” He commands my attention, and my pussy purrs in appreciation. Instead of saying yes, I nod my head, my eyes must be glowing with a deep need.
“Good, now I’m fucking you the way I want to.”
I smirk a little. Releasing my legs slowly, I slide down the wall. Once I find my footing, he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the alleyway.
“Fucking me the way you want to?” I tease him, hoping just for a smidge of the darkness in his eyes.
“The. Way. I. Fucking. Want. To.” He turns, growling at me, making sure I hear every single word. My insides tingle with desires far darker than I ever wanted. In this new world, life could be pulled from you in a second.
A walk next to him casually as if I’m not walking to my impending death by fucking. Our footsteps echo on the pavement as we walk around the back of the lot. We come to a stop in front of an expensive-looking, sleek car, and I immediately know it’s his.
“Where did you get this?” I ask curiously, running my hand across the hood. My pussy clenches at the very thought of being taken against the hood of the car.
“Where I got it from doesn’t matter nearly as much as what I’m going to do with you in it,” he exclaims, a dark, one-sided smile crossing his face. I cover the distance between us.
“Fuck me… Please.” My eyes urging him for more. The idea of doing such a taboo thing in public is exhilarating, and even though I know we could be caught and found by Mack at any second, I still want him. The idea of being found just adds more to it.
“Oh, I will,” he growls, cupping me between my jeans. My body bows at his touch, and I push up on my tiptoes. Spinning me around, I catch myself on the hood of the car. The black paint sparkles in the light, but I have no time to admire its beauty.
One second I’m wearing pants, and the next, they’re wrapped around my ankles. Enzo pulls my panties to the side, and I feel the cool midnight air on my wet and hot pussy.
“Fuckkk…” I groan as two fingers enter me with so much intensity,