Chapter 6 #2
He shoved me forward again and we got into his BMW. With a groan, I slid into the passenger seat, crossing my legs as my skirt rode up my thighs. The rich leather stuck to the sweat on my skin and pulled with each movement I made to adjust myself.
“Let’s get it over with,” I said.
Enzo leaned over, his warm breath making goosebumps rise on my chest. “Don’t rush this moment.
” He looked out the window for a second, then back at me, his eyes flashing blue.
He forced my legs apart and dug his fingers into the flesh of my upper thigh.
His hand slid further until it rubbed against my panties.
“Pretty soon, you’ll be begging me to stop. ”
Enzo kept his hand on my thigh as we drove toward his home.
My mind raced with fear, anxiety, and a bit of excitement.
For a moment I forgot that it wasn't what I wanted. I hated him. I despised him. But my body fucking wanted him. I hoped his threats weren’t empty, because I needed to be filled. There were worse ways to settle a debt.
My eyes widened when we pulled into the driveway leading to a towering mansion with archways and extravagant Venetian windows.
Ostentatious topiaries shaped into perfect cones lined the driveway.
The stone masonry on the mansion’s outer shell looked like something out of a magazine. How much money did these people have?
Enzo drove past the house and parked in front of a smaller, simpler building with massive windows that allowed me to see the expansive pool inside.
He got out of the car and patted the hood, glaring at me with squinted eyes as his other hand hovered over the revolver on his hip.
He gestured toward the front door of the building with a jerk of his head.
With a groan, I got out of the car and walked toward him.
Gravel crunched beneath my heels. I faced him and crossed my arms over my chest.
He smirked at me and brushed his hand through his thick, dark hair. “Get your ass inside, and you better not have panties on by the time I get there.”
With one more encouraging shove, I walked toward the front door, looking back at him as I grabbed the handle and pulled it open.
He leaned against the car and watched me, a sly grin on his face.
As I entered the building, the smell of chlorine wrapped around me.
I walked along the edge of the huge pool and allowed my nose to adjust to the strong scent.
The surface of the blue water rippled, and steam rose like translucent ribbons from a jacuzzi beside the pool.
I remembered Enzo’s demand to remove my panties before he joined me, so I lifted my skirt and hooked my fingers into the waistband. I pulled them down my thighs and dropped them to my feet, letting the hem of my skirt drop as I squatted to pick them up.
“Damn,” said a voice behind me. “I didn’t expect you to listen.” His strong arms encased my waist and made me stand straight again. He grabbed my panties from my hand, rubbing his fingers along the lace. “Pretty wet for someone who doesn’t want it,” he said with a rise in his eyebrow.
“Oh, fuck off.” I scoffed.
Enzo growled and pulled me into him. He rubbed his hand down my side, his fingers trailing over the bunched fabric of my dress. His hand slithered down my ass and my outer thighs.
“Are you patting me down? Really?”
“Nah.” He smirked before gripping my skirt and lifting it toward my hips.
He exposed the garter holster that kept my pocket pistol pressed against the skin of my outer thigh.
“I already knew you were carrying.” He drew the pistol from its holster, took out the magazine, and racked it, ejecting the round in the chamber.
His hand hovered over the weapon as he placed it on the glass table beside us.
“Just in case you get any ideas,” he said as he wiggled the magazine before slipping it into the back pocket of his dress pants.
Enzo walked into me until I felt the cold glass window behind me.
The entire wall was made of windows which overlooked the courtyard by the house.
My breath caught in my throat as he pressed his body against mine.
He drew his pistol and cocked it before pressing it to my temple.
He dragged it down until the barrel grazed my lower lip, pulling it into a pout. I could smell the scent of gun oil.
Enzo reached behind me and grasped the clasp on the zipper of my dress.
He eased it down, his fingers grazing my back as he lowered the metal down its track.
The straps over my shoulders dropped down my arms and sent the dress falling toward the ground.
I kicked it away when it puddled around my feet.
His breath rolled over mine again as he reached back to unclip my bra.
He hooked the barrel of his revolver under the shoulder strap, pulled the bra away and discarding it with my dress.
I fought the urge to cover my breasts, feeling anxious with the sun setting behind my exposed body.
Landscapers shuffled around the house adjacent to the building, and the wall of windows put me on display.
I gasped as he gripped the revolver again and dragged the barrel further down, dipping between my breasts and rubbing the sensitive skin.
His other hand grabbed the flesh of one of them, and I bit the inside of my lip to avoid moaning at his rough touch.
He pulled the pistol away for a moment, but the adrenaline continued to course through me.
A moan finally slipped out of me as he shoved the barrel of the revolver between my legs.
The cold metal pressed into me, rubbing back and forth against my clit.
“You want this, don't you?” he asked with a seductive grin. His free hand grabbed mine and rubbed it over the front of his pants. I nodded quicker than I meant to, and Enzo groaned. “Unbutton my pants,” he commanded.
I worked the button loose and lowered the zipper.
The fabric spread and exposed his boxers, tented by his girth.
As Enzo pulled his boxers down and revealed his full length, my eyes widened at the sight.
That is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.
Why does it have to belong to such a horrible person?
Enzo pulled the barrel through the excited mess between my legs and drew it away from me. It glistened with my wetness as he brought it toward my mouth. “Clean it off,” he said as he maneuvered the barrel until it was vertical against my lips.
I hesitated for a moment before putting my tongue against the metal and licking upward. The curve of my tongue wrapped around the barrel, tasting the mixture of sweetness and metallic electricity.
“Goddamn it, Zoey. I need that perfect mouth on me.” He put a strong hand on my shoulder and gripped, pushing me until my knees met rough tile. He grabbed my hair in a fist. “But if you bite me, so help me God . . .” He tapped my forehead with the barrel. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Tell me you understand.”
“I won’t bite you.”
With his hand still wrestling within a ball of my hair, he pulled my face toward his cock.
Heat radiated off his skin, and the scents of cologne and a sweet, pleasant sweat mingled.
I reached up and wrapped my fingers around him.
He took up my whole hand. His skin was warm, and the head of his cock glistened with his own pre-cum.
Enzo grew impatient and shoved himself into my mouth.
My conscience got to me the moment he was on top of my tongue, and I gagged as the hard flesh moved within my mouth.
He tasted incredible, but it only veiled the man beneath it.
Evil.
Sadistic.
Fucking beautiful.
Damn it.
The moment I gagged, he pulled my mouth away and smacked my cheek. He ran his finger along my lips, wiping at the saliva that had dripped down my chin. “Can we not handle it? You hardly had me in your mouth.” He rubbed my lower lip. “I think I’ll go make a quick call,” he said with an evil grin.
“I can handle that just fine,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Then handle it.”
I rolled my eyes before taking him into my mouth again.
I used my hand to compensate for the length I couldn’t take.
My hand swirled rhythmically as it moved in sync with my mouth, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away so he could jam himself further into me.
I felt him at the back of my throat as he thrust against my face, growling as he fucked my mouth.
I gagged and my eyes welled with tears, but he didn't pull away.
Instead, he held himself in place until my throat stopped spasming.
He pulled out of my mouth, a string of saliva swaying between him and my lips.
He smacked my cheek again, making me bite my lip.
“There’s no way I’m going to spill my load down your throat. I want it dripping out of your pussy.”
I swallowed hard. Part of me was afraid and the other part was .
. . intrigued? Enzo unbuttoned his shirt, letting the silk fall off his shoulders and pool at his feet.
He kicked it away. The muscles of his abdomen flexed beneath the tight ribbed sleeveless shirt.
Ink covered his arms, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from an intricate image of a tipped cross with beads hanging from it like a noose.
With a quick motion, Enzo turned me around and pinned me against the cold glass. My breasts pressed against the window. He reached over and grabbed my chin, forcing my face toward the picturesque view outside. “Look,” he said with a sultry tone.
I did as he commanded and saw a man in a suit leaning against a pillar at the bottom of a staircase. A cigarette dangled from his relaxed hand, abandoned as his eyes locked on my body.
“Is he just going to watch us?” I asked with a tremble in my tone.