Inevitable (King Crime Family #2) - J.L. Beck Page 0,86
understand. He raises his eyes to meet mine, and I can see the man who used to wrap his hand around my throat as I came all over his cock. All he needs is one more push, one more thrust into the deep end, and he would be able to swim all on his own.
“I can’t tell you what I want more. To shove my cock in that filthy mouth of yours or slap your ass until it glows red for me.” His admission causes a fire to stir inside of me. He has no idea the power his voice alone holds over me.
“Do both,” I blurt out loud, not thinking of the things that can take place from that one request. Truthfully, I want him in every single way I can have him. The whole reason I told my father to take Gia is so I can bring back to life the fire in our marriage.
He stands from his seat, the computer chair hitting the wall with a loud thud. One of the photos above the desk sways, reminding me of the twisted game I’m playing with Enzo.
“I know what you’re doing!” He commands my attention with that one single sentence. My body fills with so much life, so much darkness. I crave it. I crave him.
“Then let me do it! Let the walls down... You have nothing to be afraid of!” I shout at him, my own face growing red with anger.
An icy glare is shot my way as I can feel the temperature rising.
“I was once an evil man. A man who would’ve killed anything that crossed him the wrong way.” He comes to stand in front of me. His height, his body, his menacing stance causing my body to go into hypertension. Enzo’s hand reaches out, pushing the locks of hair behind my ear. The motion is soft and gentle, something I don’t want right now.
“I’ve watched you kill. I’ve seen you covered in blood. I’ve even killed for you.” My declaration comes out as nothing but a whisper. I know he hears it. His eyes lift, going straight to the wall behind me.
“I’m not him anymore. I’m not a callous killer, and I’m not going to put you through whatever it is you want from me just because you want that other person back.” The air fills with tension. Did I want to go against this bull, can I handle the horns? The pain I’ll cause myself?
“You are him,” I growl, my hand slamming against his chest. Enzo raises an eyebrow at me in warning. “Underneath all this bullshit is the man I fell in love with. The man who made love to me and fucked me like he meant it when I needed it. The man who gave me our first child, and the man who I married,” I shout, the words falling from my lips without a care.
“I. Am. Not,” he shouts back. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but I hold them back, not allowing my emotions to get the best of me.
“You are. He’s in here. I can feel it. With every stroke of your cock inside me, every beat of your heart against my own tells me he is right there.” I poke him in the chest. “Right underneath your flesh, waiting for the one moment when you finally unlock the cage you hold him hostage in.”
Fuck.
“The person you want is gone, Amara.” His face grows cold. “The further you push, the harder you dig, the more I couldn’t care less about being here. If you don’t want me for who I am, then you don’t need me at all.”
I take a step back, shock coursing through me. I watch him, waiting for his expression to change, for a flicker of guilt to show in his eyes. Instead, he stares at me for a long moment before turning around, grabbing his keys and leaving. I hear the roar of his engine come to life, but I still stand there, trapped in place by his words and my own emotions.
All I want is him, the man I fell in love with.
Throwing myself onto the couch, I finally allow the tears to fall.
Enzo
My fist lands against the brick wall, my knuckles cutting open as blood drips from my hand. I want the pain to make the ache in my chest go away, but it doesn’t. It just makes it grow bigger and bigger.