ARIANA
I couldn't let go. My arms were wrapped around his neck tightly. He was squeezing my ass every no and then as he walked upstairs, toward our bedrooms. My heart was pounding against my rib cage. My heart wanted him to tie me up against my will and have his way with me. But my conscience was still licking my wounds to heal. I still needed time.
He kicked open the door of my bedroom. I whimpered when he buried his face in the crock of my neck. I heard the door lock clicking before he carried me to my bed. He had one of his hands, cupping my neck for the support as he laid me down on my bed. We both were staring into each other's eyes while breathing heavily.
His eyes were dark with lust. But he didn't dare to make a move. He took a deep breath while eyeing me from head to toe. He was trying to calm himself down. Then suddenly, he climbed off of my bed and walked into the bathroom. I was left alone in the bed, breathless and feeling cold, all of a sudden.
I knew I was not supposed to feel that way. Because I was the one who was not ready for him. But my heart was going all crazy. He came out of the bathroom, holding a basin with warm water in it, and the first aid kit. He placed the basin on the ground. “Give me your feet.” He ordered.
I didn't question. I placed my feet on his knees. He looked at me, crocking his eyebrows. A hint of amusement glinting in his eyes. I couldn't stop myself from giggling. He didn't say anything. He just wiped the soles of my feet on his pants. He dipped my feet in the lukewarm water, making me moan.
He was sitting in front of me, watching me play with the water in the tub. “What are you looking at?” I asked, my cheeks burning for no reason.
“I can look at my wife without a reason. There is no harm in that. And no one can stop me.” He whispered softly, almost seductively. I couldn't help but turn my face away. He surely knew what he was doing. The warmth of the water felt good. After a while, he took each of my feet out of the basin and wiped them with the towel.
Once he was done, he looked at me and a mischievous look appeared on his face. I whimpered when suddenly, Enzo wrapped his hand around my neck and pinned me against the bed. “Enzo, what are you doing?” I asked, feeling myself getting intoxicated by his scent.
“Take your pants off, my sweetness.” He growled at me, rubbing the button of his nose against my cheek. I was losing all the control that I had on myself. My heart was ready to obey him, as if he was God.
My brain cells kicked in, reminding me of all the resolutions I had made against him the day he left me empty and hurt on his bed.
My breath hitched. I looked into his eyes, my heart ready to rip its way out of my chest. “Wh.. what?” I stuttered like a fool, and licked my lips while staring at his plump lips. Not really a great idea. A growl ripped through his chest, making me shiver.
He was suddenly on top of me. I closed my eyes when I watched him leaning in. With all my might, I raised my hands and placed them on his chest that was rambling with unheard growls and his fast beating heart. “Enzo! I still need some space. Please…” I whimpered, pinching my eyes even more.
I heard him chuckle. Then he pinched the button of my nose. When I opened my eyes, he had pulled away from me. “I need to clean up the wound. It needs to get better.” He answered my question while shaking the first aid kit in front of my eyes.
Licking my lips, I nodded my head. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my pants and pulled it down. I was staring at him as did his job. Every touch was making my heart go crazy. As always, he deliberately touched where he was not supposed to touch. The tear was no longer painful. The stitches were soon to be removed. I no longer feel discomfort while walking.
Once he was done, he dressed me back up. I closed my eyes, thinking it was over. But I was wrong. Enzo sat down behind me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist. He pulled me to his chest. “Enzo! Aren't you supposed to be in your own bedroom?” I asked. I wanted to sound firm but my voice came out so small as if I was a mouse.
“I will go there. I just need to hold you in my arms for a while, my sweetness. It's been long since I have held you like this.” Enzo whispered in my ear. I was breathing heavily, feeling his arm around my waist. He sided the curtains of my hair and leaned in. I held my breath when I felt his hot breaths fanning on my neck.
I let my back rest on his chest, and my arms wrapped above his arms that had my waist encircled. “Are you sure, there is no way you can forgive her?” He whispered in my ear. That one sentence ruined my mood completely.
I gave him the side eyes that he deserved. Then I tried to pull away from him. But all my struggles were useless against his strength. “Is that why you are here? So you can seduce me and ask me to change my mind?” I didn't yell at him , but I wanted to. I wanted to scream so he would understand how much it hurt me whenever he took her side.
That old hag was one woman who took care of Enzo's biological mother when she was dying. Now, Enzo felt like he was obligated to take care of Marie, even when he knew that the woman was not loyal to him but his ex. When I struggled more, Enzo grabbed my neck and made me moan. “No! I am here because I missed you so much.” He whispered in my ear, making me shiver in shame.
Without a word, we laid down on my bed. He was holding me on top of his body. It felt good. Being with him felt good. And I wanted to fill my lungs as much as I could with his scent. It had been a while since we had cuddled with each other like that.
After a few moments, he crawled out of the bed. He covered my body with a comforter. Once he had dimmed the lights in my room, he walked away. I knew he had been waiting for him. But surely, he did something so wrong for me to react this way.