Page 33 of Innocence
I couldn’t help but shudder at the intensity of his stare. Which Enzo must have liked, because he rocked my hips, pressing me down on him. The pressure felt good. So good, I lifted my hands to push him away, but then remembered my vow.
Enzo’s hand trailed up my spine and speared into my hair, yanking my head to the side.
“I can feel your hot little cunt, Pet.” I couldn’t hold back the shiver when his tongue slid up the side of my neck. “Do you want me to touch you?”
I whimpered and tried to shrink back. It didn’t matter who this man was, my body was responding to his firm touch. He could feel it, too.
Every time he pushed my hips forward, more dampness seeped onto his denim covered erection. Then it wasn’t his hardness sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. It was his hand.
He swirled his finger, pressing down on a spot that made me see stars. The growl that rumbled through his chest in response to my moan, vibrated through my very being. I closed my eyes, fighting against the tension building in my core as he continued to work my clit. Each swipe, swirl and pinch wound me tighter and tighter.
“That’s it, Pet,” he growled while sliding his mouth along my chin, “fight me.”
I did. I used every ounce of strength I had to resist the euphoria trickling through my veins. I fought the sensation of his finger sliding through my slick folds. Tried to shut out his soft lips moving down my neck and over my chest.
That fight was lost when his mouth latched onto my nipple. My mind focused entirely on the man I was straddling and what he was doing to me.
“I hate you,” I cried out when he dragged my stiffened nub through his teeth.
He popped my nipple out of his mouth and chuckled, “Is that why you’re about to come all over my cock.”
“I am no…”
One pinch of my clit and my words were shoved violently back down my throat, as the tension in my core snapped.
My body seized, wracked by a white hot wave of pleasure. Which only intensified when Enzo grabbed my hips and slammed me down on his erection. He rocked me back and forth, building up the sparks stealing my breath.
I didn’t realize I was screaming until euphoria released me from its grip and I collapsed on my abductor’s shoulder, out of breath and oddly satisfied.
“You may hate me, Pet,” Enzo breathed while kissing my cheek, “but your pussy doesn’t.”
I swallowed back the bile of self hatred rising in my throat and pushed my tired body off him. “Do what you want to me, you still won’t get me to touch you.”
It was the one way I could fight him. He could hurt me, rape me and threaten me. He could even make me touch him. But the one thing he couldn’t do, was make mewantto. That was my war, and if it took my last breath, I’d win it.
Isat back, listening to the leather groan in my chair as I swirled the glass of brandy in my hand. A stack of untouched papers sat on my desk. I’d been in my office all morning and only taken care of a few problems.
Most of which were shipment issues. Nothing too hard to handle. Someone was always trying to encroach on our territory. A few heavy fisted visits usually handled that.
What I really needed to figure out, was which one of our men was skimming from our profits, but I was much more interested in what was displayed on my computer monitor.
Kya cried herself to sleep two hours and twenty-three minutes ago. I knew this because I couldn’t stop watching her. Over the years, I’d come to learn a few things about human nature. Such as, everyone could be bought if the price was right. The first person to stab you in the back was usually the last you’d expect, and freedom was the most underrated instinct.
Survival was ingrained in us all. In situations out of our control, we did what we had to. But deep down, that desire pecked away at our subconscious.
Leading people to make poor choices, and sometimes fatal mistakes. The traitor I’d dealt with last week was a perfect example of this. For days he was tortured, and deprived of the basic human essentials.
We even threatened his family, but the thing that finally broke him, was the promise of being released. That drive for freedom caused secrets to spill past his lips, faster than it would’ve taken to slit his throat. Which I did, after I had all the information I needed. Death was a form of release.
My pet didn’t beg to be released. She didn’t plead for mercy. She simply accepted her situation. Too easily, if you asked me. Hence why I decided to watch what she did after I left.
She jumped into action not more than two seconds after I’d turned on the cameras in my room. Carefully tiptoeing to the side, while using the wall to guide her through the dark.
Every time she’d hit an obstacle, her mouth would move. MyPulsantewas counting, mapping out the room in footsteps. A way for her to feel secure, perhaps?
Well, I couldn’t have that. I’d have to rearrange a few things the next time I paid her a visit. Which would be in about twenty-seven minutes. If I waited too long, the smart little thing might use my absences to keep track of time.
Besides, she needed to eat. Something I suspected wouldn’t be easy to get her to do. Her lack of trust was almost as diminished as her sense of self preservation.
