Chapter 5
Enzo
“Change can be sparked in many ways.”
We ride in silence to the old Wilson estate, hand-in-hand.
Even the idea of her in those halls makes me want to destroy everything.
I thought that my obsession was bad when it was just cleaning up and watching her over the camera feeds, but now that I have her in my arms, I cannot imagine my life without her.
The house that we are going to is where he recorded her without her consent in private spaces, which is very different from watching her on cameras at work where she knows she is being filmed.
There is no way that I would put a camera in her bathroom or bedroom without express permission. Everyone deserves some privacy.
The most erotic thing that I have ever watched her do was torture and dispose of bad men without flinching.
She methodically tears them apart and makes them pay for every amount of pain that they’ve inflicted on anyone else, and it fills me with pride when I think about it.
Thinking about the way that she kills grown adults without flinching has my erection growing in my pants.
I try to subtly adjust my pants with the hand that she isn’t holding when we make eye contact and she starts laughing.
“Having technical difficulties, Zo?” She laughs with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
“Zo?” I ask, deflecting from the question of my hardness or the discomfort it brings where it presses against my jeans. I use the mirror to catch glimpses of her smile without fully taking my eyes off the road. The estate is not too far out of the woodwork, but her safety is my top priority.
“I like it better than Pussy Tamer,” she laughs out in response. The warmth that floods my heart is new, expanding my love for the woman next to me.
“Thinking about all of the things that I have seen you do makes me hard,” I admit, not wanting to keep secrets from her.
While I knew that she was different when she became more than just a job, honesty in my line of work is not usually so freely given.
She has blood on her hands like I do, but the blood coating hers is only of people deserving death.
What I have done in the name of the family is more than revenge.
I do not always know why people must be handled, but I do as I am asked.
There are few lines in the proverbial sand aside from hurting children and innocent women.
“I could alleviate your discomfort… but I have a feeling you want to be able to focus on the road when I suck your soul out for the first time,” she jokes, watching me squirm at the wildly erotic images flooding my mind. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
“Kitten,” I growl, as we pull up to stop at the gate. I remove my hand from the wheel, adjust my hard length, and type in my gate code, 80085. She blinks at me, sighs, and shakes her head.
“I gave myself a code to access anywhere that you could be in case you needed an extra set of hands. It was as easy as adding my contact to your cell phone. You, Kitten, have been slowly picking off some of the most dangerous men in this country by yourself. When I was unavailable, I assigned someone to monitor your location to ensure you always had backup if you needed it. Everyone has been instructed to stay out of your way unless you are in trouble,” I explain as we park in front of the stairs.
We get out of the car, re-join hands, and walk to the front door. She stops with her hand on the knob, turns to me with tears in her eyes, and her armor cracks. I pull her into my arms and clutch her to my chest.
“I never felt safe bringing anyone here, and after I found out what Andrew was doing, it made more sense,” She admits, wrapping her arms around my waist and hiding herself in my chest. The need to help her with this situation courses through my veins like a primal urge.
I run my fingers through her hair until her breathing evens out, then I place a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.
When she pulls away, I reach out and open the front door, bringing us back to reality.
Each of us takes off our shoes by the entrance door before we walk up the stairs to her bedroom and open the door.
We walk into the room where soft pink tones cover every surface, and it looks more suited for a child than a teenager.
We stride to the large closet door before she drops to her knees and moves the boxes deeper in the closet to reveal the bare wall.
“Can I see your knife?” she asks me expectantly, looking up into my eyes with a smile.
I grab the knife from my pocket and hand it over to her.
There should be some hesitation with handing her a knife so close to my genitals after the other night, but if she decided tomorrow to end my life, I wouldn’t fight it.
I would gladly accept my fate at her hands if it healed the parts of her that this life broke.
Without hesitation, she cracks the panel open and reveals the dark space filled with hard drives and electronics covered in dust. I crouch next to her and grab an empty bag from the other side of the closet and we work together to place all of them in the bag.
When the space is finally empty, we stand up, take the bag to the bedroom, and rest it on the floor. She turns to me and fans her hand around the fluffy room that screams young girl.
“Can you tell that this room was never about me, from the pink tones to the rose gold accents? My stepfather would have his ‘interior designer’ make all of the decisions and I was supposed to just be happy to live here,” she tells me, emphasizing her tone on “interior designer,” but I can see the pain in her eyes.
I reach out to her and pull her into my arms to comfort her.
I can feel her head tilt in the direction of my face and I meet her eyes.
“What can I do?” I ask.
“Make me forget,” she answers, our lips finding each other, the kiss deepening as her hands work their way into my hair.
Her firm tug at the roots rips a feral growl from my throat.
Her other hand finds my back and her nails dig in as we war passionately through our kisses.
I pull away to breathe and clasp her chin in my hand, seeing the fear of rejection in her eyes.
“I need you to tell me what you want. You make all the decisions when it comes to your body. If you ever want me to stop, say ‘milk’ and everything ends without question,” I instruct her, searching her eyes until I see the understanding that I want.
She grabs my hand and I let her have full control, it’s what she needs, as she shoves my hand inside her leggings and panties.
“Fuck me, claim me as yours, and replace all of the bad in this room,” she tells me with fire in her eyes.
There isn’t a fiber of my being that can deny her what she wants.
Moving my fingers, I find her clit as I pull our lips back together.
She moans into my mouth as I rub tantalizing circles, increasing her pleasure.
If she wants to forget, I will blow her mind in this room until her brain can barely recall her name, let alone the dark memories.
Moving two fingers farther down her pants, I insert them inside of her and move my kisses down her jaw before biting the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, as she rides my hand, finding her first orgasm of the night.
As she tightens on my fingers during the aftershocks, I use my other hand to pull her shirt over her head.
She isn’t wearing a bra, and my breath catches in my chest at all the exposed skin and her beautiful full breasts.
Her nipples are hard and I look up to meet her gaze before I pull my fingers to my lips and lick them clean as she removes her pants.
Once my fingers are clean, I pull my shirt over my head and follow her to the bed.
Not wanting to waste a minute, I shuck my pants and boxers at the foot of the bed and crawl over her.
Kissing my way from her knee to her glistening pussy, I proceed to circle her clit until her legs are clasping me back and shaking in response to each slow stroke until I finally tip her over the edge into oblivion again.
“Now that you have cum twice for me Kitten, I am going to fuck you until I cum so hard that I implant myself in your DNA,” I instruct her as I climb onto my knees between her thighs.
She looks at me and nods, her legs still shaking as I line myself up with her entrance.
In one quick thrust, I push myself into her all the way to the hilt and she takes an audible breath to adjust to my size.
In response, she rocks her hips backward before re-seating herself fully and moaning.
We find a pace that has her gripping the bed’s sheets as I thrust into her consistently.
“Touch yourself, Kitten. Fall apart on my cock,” I invigorate my tone with as much power as I can.
Her eyes light up as she moves her hand to her clit, intensifying the experience for herself.
With the added pleasure, her walls begin to clench and flutter as she falls over the edge, taking me with her.