“I hope you know how much I love you, piccolo.” He groans in my ear as he continues to pump in and out of me. Leaning on my forearms, I push against him, wanting my release now.
“Why?” I huff out, questioning why we’re even talking at this point. I just want his cock inside of me, fucking me into oblivion.
“Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you. So hold on, baby.” His words are the only warning he gives before I hear him undo his pants. Suddenly, his fingers are gone, and I don’t even have time to protest because I feel his cock probing at my entrance the next instant. My mouth waters as he slides into me all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, god,” I cry out, my head falling toward the hood of the car. I can hear the traffic on the other side of the building, and if anyone drove down the alleyway, they would see us. None of those things bother me.
Slamming into me over and over again, I find myself on the verge of coming. Skin slapping against skin echoes around me, only pushing me further and further.
“That’s right, squeeze my cock,” he growls, gripping my hair tightly, pulling my head back.
That’s when I see him. Someone standing at the end of the ally, watching us. A car passes, illuminating his face for a few seconds.
It’s Eli, leaning against the brick wall, watching me getting fucked like a whore. Even from far away, I can see the smirk on his face and the lust in his eyes.
I should be ashamed, terrified, and appalled. Instead, it excites me. It’s wrong, dirty, and so fucking sexy.
Enzo grips my hip hard while the other keeps a tight grip on my hair. At that moment, all I can feel or see is him, and not another fucking thing matters when we’re like this.
“Give it to me, give me all of you,” he whispers his words, covering my body in a blanket of need. We are both covered in sweat, and with one shove, he is deeper than he has ever been.
“Come for me, Amara, come all over my cock,” he says, tensing. His own release mere strokes away as if on command, my pussy clenches around him as he continues to pump in and out of me at a furious pace.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I experience the most intense orgasm of my life.
I blink my eyes open, staring down the alleyway once more, to find it empty. Eli is gone, like he was never there at all, and for a moment, I wonder if I imagined him being there.
Releasing my hair, Enzo pulls out and flips me over, only to stare deeply into my eyes as he strokes himself. There’s a deep look in his eyes, almost fear, and when he comes, I watch his vision swarm with every emotion known to mankind. My own body shudders with aftershocks as his hot cum lands on my sweat clad body.
The tension eases out of both of us, a huge smile spreading across my face. The drinks I had earlier are a forgotten memory as the endorphins of my own release circulates through me.
“I love you, Amara… I’ll do anything for you, but I can’t change who I am. All I ask you to do is try to accept that. If not for me, for us.” The way he talks and looks at me has my walls of existing anger crumbling. If you really love someone, can you ever stay mad at them?
“I will… Now, take me home,” I say softly, sitting up and pulling my pants on. The wetness of his cum against my skin causes me to bite my lip. I should probably feel gross and dirty, but none of those feelings come. I simply feel like I’m his… his in every way, shape, and form.15EnzoMy blood boiled the second Eli texted me telling me he was taking Amara to a club. He ran into her, and instead of fucking calling me right away, he took her somewhere away from me. But the most furious part is that he gave her what I couldn’t, even if it was only for a moment. Freedom.
I knew from the way she moved her body against mine being free of the chains of this life was exhilarating. For once, she could breathe without restriction.
I want to be mad at Eli, but the truth is I have to thank him, yet again. First, he saved my life, then he freed Amara, and now he calmed her down after I pushed her away. I don’t want to think about what would have happened if Eli hadn’t found her and taken care of her last night.
As she’s sprawled out on our bed in Jared’s house, my mind wanders. I wasn’t lying to her when I said I wasn’t sure I could be the man she wants me to be. I have a soft side, especially when it comes to her, but under it all, I don’t think I can let the harshness go. Yes, I’ll change for her, but I can’t go as far as she thinks. I can’t be normal. I was born this way, made this way, and hardened by the cruel aspects of my life.