he did.
The front door opens and closes. The sound of heavy footsteps carries down the hall, stopping outside our bedroom door. The creaking sound of the wood fills the room. Before he can enter completely, I’m up, sitting in bed with the straps of my nightgown falling down my shoulder.
“I made a mistake…” His words are only a little slurred, and he smells of beer and his cologne. So that’s where he was. Getting drunk.
“Is that right?” I reply, raising my eyebrow at him. This had been our first real fight, and even if it didn’t last that long, it still hurt me.
“Amara,” he purrs, coming further into the room. His fingers reach for the button on his pants as I watch in awe.
“You say you want me to be who I used to be…” I can’t tell if he is asking or stating, so I just nod my head yes. Because I do want that. I want to feel that blazing spark I felt with him when our love story first started.
“I want you,” he growls, his voice deep as he moves closer toward me. The danger, the tension, I can feel it pouring out of him. He wants to bring me to the brink of destruction over and over again. And I want to let him.
His fingers wrap around my throat, catching me off guard as he cuts off my circulation slightly. I smile, a devious feeling forming in my belly. “Then show me,” I order, seduction in my eyes. I want him. Every slick inch of him. The good and the bad.
He smiles at me while his free hand reaches into his back pocket. A moment later, I find out what he reached for. Shining in the moonlight that peeks through our bedroom window is a knife. A gasp leaves my throat, but pleasure courses through me as well. This is a drug to me. The darkness lurking right on the edge of insanity. I trust him completely, and I love him without question.
The tip of the blade slides across my chest as I stare into his eyes, witnessing the smile in them. “Why are you shaking?” he whispers, leaning down into my neck, his tongue darting out as he caresses the side of my throat. “Isn’t this what you want?”
Goosebumps spread across my flesh as I get lost in this moment.
“Mmh,” I murmur through my closed lips as I feel the pressure of his knife against my chest, my skin burning underneath the blade, making my heartbeat skyrocket. My core clenches, and I watch him bring the knife over to one of my straps and then the other, snapping both of them with a switch of his blade.
He pulls the knife up to my mouth and runs it across my bottom lip.
“Do you remember the night I took your virginity?” His voice is soft, even embracing, but I’m unable to form words—my tongue fell into my throat the moment he pulled out his knife.
I nod my head, yes, and his eyes light up with a sexual fury. A zing of energy goes through me and straight to my core. I have never felt so much passion between us, so much love.
“Get up. Go to the wall and face it,” he orders. I do as I’m told, pulling from his touch, and getting out of the bed. Standing in front of him, I allow my nightgown to fall to the floor. Enzo’s eyes take my body in, gazing at my breasts and at my pussy, which is basically begging for his cock, before nodding toward the wall while he finishes undressing.
My feet hit the carpet, taking me to where he wants me. Nervousness starts to creep in as I stand in front of the wall. We are bare to one another in every way possible.
“I thought about all the ways I can fuck you…” The knife scrapes across my shoulder blades, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake. “Against the wall.” He pushes me flush against it, his cock pressing firmly against my ass cheeks. “On the bed…” Another scrape of his cock between my cheeks.
He is teasing me, and it is working. Sweat forms on my brow and my fingernails dig into the plaster of the wall.
“On the floor, kitchen counter, shower, balcony…” The knife slides down my spine. “Yet, I knew nothing would be as pleasing as a long…” He pauses, and I jump as he pierced the wall beside my head with the