release soon follows, filling her to the brim with cum.
She’s mine. She’s been mine from the moment I saw her, and that will never change.
Amara
Waking the next morning, my body is thoroughly worked over, a delicious soreness consuming me, reminding me of the previous night’s events, for the entire day. Enzo watches me, his eyes lingering on every curve of my body, from the tips of my toes to the longest piece of hair on my head.
Every time I catch him looking at me, a zing of electricity shoots through me. I haven’t felt this way with him in what seems to be years. How one single look can lead to sex on the kitchen counter, or how one small innocent smile can have me against the wall, his cock driving into me at a pace that is almost painful is exactly what I have been longing for.
He let go a little last night. Gave me a tiny bit of what I wanted, but not nearly enough. I want him to be rough like he used to. I want him to own my body, demand and take it.
“When I first met you all those years ago, I knew you would be an enigma. The one thing that would cause my world to tilt a little bit more toward the light,” Enzo admits gruffly as he settles into the chair at the computer desk.
“Why is that?” I pop a cherry into my mouth. He stops typing, his eyes lifting to mine.
“Because when you came into my life, you were nothing but a debt. You gave yourself to me as payment, Amara. I never expected anything to come from our transaction, and that was my biggest downfall.” I frown. I hate thinking about him viewing me that way—as a downfall.
“You think if you had expected something of me, it would be different?” His eyes narrow, frustration settling into his features.
“I think if I had wanted something from you, things would be different. The fact that I didn’t expect you to be so defiant, the fact you didn’t give into me but held your ground told me you were different, and that alone saved you from being something else.”
“Oh…” I pluck another cherry out of my dish. Water droplets fall from it as I watch Enzo’s eyes hone in on one dangling cherry. I slowly lift it and place it into my mouth. My teeth sink into the fruit, the cherry bursting in my mouth as sweet juices assault my taste buds.
“Oh?” Enzo finally comes back to life, having realized I didn’t actually give him an answer.
“I meant it just seems so strange for us to have made it so far. To have been two so very different people, yet the same side of a coin.” I can see the vein in his head throbbing. I’ll bet something else is throbbing, too.
“Do you want to piss me off?” he growls, his eyes and voice growing dark. I can see his fist clenching against the desk, and for one second, I wonder if there is a chance I can push him too far and unleash the beast within and be unable to control him.
“If you’re asking me, I’ll say you’re already there.” The words leave my lips like a secret, my voice cool and calm. I can all but see Enzo losing his shit, the questions of his past beating against his exterior walls causing him to break down and answer them.
He is vulnerable, even weak, and every time I’m able to bring the king to his knees, my blood sings, my eyes glaze over, and my hands sweat. The power he places on me always gives me a rush, as if he is my never-ending supply of a drug I desperately need.
“Amara.” He sounds weak as if he is losing his sense of reality and can no longer resist my needs, my deepest desires, and my darkest cravings.
“You say my name like you need me like you want to slide into my wet cunt. But in the next second, you look at me as if you would rather bend me over and spank me until my cum is running down my thighs.” I lust for him, begging for one last wall to splinter. He knows I need this. He knows his pain, his agony over the past, is not only his burden but mine as well.
He runs a hand through his dark hair, my lady bits clenching with a need I didn’t even