“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 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.