Chapter 37 Enzo
ENZO
"What do you mean you need to get her pregnant?" Maman Margot asks, scandalized.
I grimace as I think of a way to explain this to her without seeming like the worst cad.
"She needs a reason to stay," I add rather weakly.
The aftermath of my atrocious behavior and her poisoning hadn't gone too well. I've become obsessed with keeping her safe—tucked away from the world so that no one can harm her, but also so that no one can steal her from me.
I'd started small. In the beginning, I simply stopped her from going outside, even with her bodyguards.
Seeing her crouched on the floor in pain and bloodied had done a number on me.
I'd suddenly started having recurring visions of her getting into a car accident or, worse, getting killed by a madman.
The visions had turned into nightmares, and I started barely sleeping for fear something might happen to her and take her away from me.
I'd installed cameras in the entire house, alternating my time between necessary business meetings and watching her.
She'd sensed the change in me and had become even more withdrawn.
I'm loath to admit it, but the hate I'd instilled in her might have started to fester… and I only have myself to blame.
"What do you mean I'm not allowed to go anywhere?" she'd asked, outraged, when I'd refused to allow her to go to the grocery store.
"It's dangerous," I'd lied to her, even though I'm well aware the danger is only in my paranoid mind.
"What's wrong with you?" she'd whispered, her eyes filled with hurt.
"I'm just looking out for you," my reply had had no effect on her, and since then our conversations have become more and more strained.
It's only at night that we seem to get along, and it had been entirely surprising that she hadn't rejected my advances—all things considered.
Faced with the evidence of what I'd done to her, I'd been wary of even going anywhere near her. But one night, when I'd had slightly too much to drink, I found myself knocking on her door.
I hadn't been drunk enough to not remember it the next day, and I'd savored the feel of her in my arms, the way her expression changed in a moment of pleasure.
But as much as I'd started feeling more confident about our relationship, outside the bedroom the situation had worsened.
"So what," she'd arched an eyebrow at me, "just because I'm a woman I can't enjoy sex? I need to get at least something out of this relationship… if you can even call it that," she'd rolled her eyes at me.
"So that's it? You're just using me?" I'd been rather taken aback by her comment.
She'd shrugged. "You can't offer me anything more than a good fuck, Enzo.
Let's not kid ourselves that there's anything deeper to what we do.
We fuck. Hard, fast, like animals. There's nothing tender or loving about it," she paused, studying my reaction.
"And I'm perfectly fine with that. I don't think you have it in you to give me more.
" With a friendly slap on the shoulder, she'd gone to the bathroom, leaving me alone in bed, staring at her retreating figure.
She'd taken my words from before and twisted them—and I'd realized just how it felt to be on the receiving end of such mockery.
It was at that moment that I knew just how wrong our relationship had become. She even stopped arguing with me, and the apathy was killing me.
And so our strange dynamic had persisted—at night we'd find pleasure in each other's arms, and during the day we'd ignore each other.
For a month now, though, Allegra has become more secretive than usual. So I snooped in her diary—again.
But what I'd found shook me to the core.
My little tigress was planning to leave me.
She'd made detailed plans, keeping track of the change of guards and the schedule of buses at the nearby station.
She'd been extremely thorough in her observations, and I knew it was just a matter of time before she executed her plan perfectly—leaving me forever.
"Enzo…" Maman Margot shook her head at me, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes. "What did you do?"
"I just need her to stay," I repeated, a hint of desolation in my voice.
I know I could lock her up, isolate her even further than I already have. But that would make her hate me even more.
And now more than anything I want her not to hate me.
No, I need her to want to stay of her own volition. And I know a child would be the perfect reason for her to stay.
"Have you been having relations?" Maman probed, and I nodded. "Protected?" she added, and I frowned.
"No, we've never used protection."
Maman narrows her eyes in consternation.
"Never? How long have you been sleeping together?"
"Almost a year now."
"God, Enzo… it's hard to believe she hasn't conceived by now. Maybe one of you has fertility issues…" She trails off. "But also, maybe she's been taking something to prevent pregnancy?"
I go still—the idea absurd at first, but starting to make sense the more I think about it.
"Certainly, there could be fertility issues, but…" I'm suddenly struck by a thought. "She's always taking a pill at 3 p.m. I've asked her about it, and she told me it was vitamins," I say. Maman just purses her lips.
"Vitamins don't need to be taken at the same time every day. Contraceptives do."
"Fuck," I mutter low, and I try to remember how she would have gotten them in the first place.
Ana…
She's the one who delivers her vitamins every month.
Fuck!
How did I not see this? She's been planning everything, hasn't she?
"What can I do, maman? I can't lose her." The pain in my voice must be palpable because maman gives me a solution—even though she doesn't agree with it.
"You better treat that girl right, Enzo," she warns me as I leave.
After doing my research on her pills, I stealthily switch them with placebos, hoping it won't be long before I see results.
Late at night, when I go to her room, I find her already asleep. Shedding my clothes, I slide between the sheets, hugging her to me.
I start kissing her neck and shoulders, reaching her breasts as I feel her rouse against me, her hands tugging me closer, her legs wrapping around me.
"Mhm…" she whimpers when my fingers caress her clit, dipping lower to enter her. She's snug around my fingers as I pump them in and out of her.
I trail my tongue over her chest until I reach her lips, kissing her with an intensity that leaves us both breathless. Her walls clamp down on my fingers, and I swallow her moan, continuing to tease her until she's begging me to stop.
Only then do I sheathe myself inside her body—the tight heat of her channel making me shudder from pure pleasure.
"Fuck," I mutter against her mouth as I start thrusting in and out of her, my cock hitting the back of her womb and making her whimper.
"You feel so good, little tigress. The perfect fit."
My perfect fit.
It's only in moments like this, when we both lower our guards, that I can reveal some of the things she makes me feel.
If I said any of it during the day, she'd either call me a liar or laugh and throw the words back in my face.
"Enzo," her nails scrape down my back, the pressure so strong I know she's drawn blood.
"My little savage," I bite down on her nipple, and she convulses around me, her pussy gripping me so tight I have to will myself not to come.
Not yet.
I drag my mouth up, my teeth grazing the skin of her neck until I reach her pulse. Licking the sensitive spot, I suck on it, leaving my mark on her before latching on with my teeth—breaking the skin.
Blood flows into my mouth, and I revel in the metallic taste, in the way we become one.
Her hands tug at my hair, bringing me up to face her. I stare into her eyes as she leans into me, her tongue dancing on my lips, licking her own blood before deepening the kiss.
I increase my speed, my fingers digging into her hips as I work my cock in and out of her.
"Faster," she commands, and I can only oblige.
Briefly slipping out of her, I turn her onto her stomach, grasping her ass and plunging into her once more—deeper and harder.
This is the animalistic way our matings usually end.
I grab her hair, pulling her toward me, while my other hand circles her neck. I continue to lick the open wound on her shoulder as Allegra whimpers in both pleasure and pain.
She comes, screaming my name, her walls clenching around me. I thrust into her a couple more times before emptying myself inside her. Satisfaction brims within me as I imagine my seed coating her womb, impregnating her.
Because she's mine.
And she can only ever be mine.