LETHAL

chapter 13

Open the door,

~Enzo.

I was pondering on what to do when another message popped up.

Don't make me wait, Amelia.

It read and I felt goosebumps all over my skin. My heart was racing so fast that I felt it would leap out of my chest.

I hastily sat up before looking around with cautious eyes. Standing on my legs I slowly made my way to my bedroom door and tried to hear anything from outside. Nothing. It was all just silence.

Taking a deep breath I opened my door without making a noise and tiptoed to the front door. With my heart hammering inside my ribcage, I peeked out of the peephole and I almost sighed in relief when I found Enzo's face on the other side. But what happened to his face? He looked agitated and despite my sixth sense warning me, I found myself opening the door.

"Took you long enough." He muttered without any humor and I stood there dumbfounded.

"Won't you invite me in?" He asked and I looked up at him, mouth agape, my eyes tracing the bruises on his face that were healing. But he looked bad. In a bad shape.

"Huh?" I didn't register his words

"Won't you invite me inside?" He repeated and I nodded absentmindedly.

I stepped aside and invited him in. He brushed past me and into the living room. I was so scared already and looking at his bleeding knuckles, I felt like puking.

"What's going on?" I snapped out of whatever my head was thinking and whispered yelled.

He looked at me blankly before pointing to the door which was my bedroom.

"It's yours?" He asked instead.

"Yes." I frowned but replied and saw him easing his way inside as if he owned it. I followed him inside.

"Close the door and lock it." He commanded and I thought I heard wrong.

"I won't repeat it, Amelia. Lock the damn door." He gritted and I found myself obeying him. Locking the door I turned to find him going inside the washroom. I walked in and stood at the doorway Though it was cramped up but I needed to see what he was doing.

He splashed water on his face thrice and looked up in the mirror, locking eyes with me as I stood behind him.

"Nothing should go out of this room Amelia." His deep baritone voice muttered and I frowned. Was he talking about him walking inside here? Or the blood? I didn't know, so I didn't reply.

"Where do you keep your first aid?" He asked looking around the small washroom and I told him I'll get it. I stepped inside and bent down to retreat it from under the basin cabinet.

I placed the kit on the basin and forwarded my hand in his direction. "Give me your hand. I'll do it." I said and he placed his hand in mine.

The blood wasn't his, the knuckles were cut open but they weren't bleeding. It was someone else's blood he was carrying on his hands and this is when I realized what he was saying earlier. I wasn't supposed to talk about this outside the room. Wow.

I cleaned the blood from the wounds before bandaging his palm and knuckles. "What about your face?" I couldn't help but ask when he made efforts to move out.

And now I realized why he wore sunglasses last week. It was the bruises that he was hiding. God.

"It's alright." He brushed it off and I didn't probe much. He walked out of the washroom and I thought he will leave but instead he started emptying his pockets on my nightstand. Wallet, car keys, phone some cigarettes, and then lastly his watch came off.

I looked at him closely before walking near him. "What are you doing?" I asked not able to understand what is going on.

"I am getting ready to sleep." He shrugged and I narrowed my eyes.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I didn't get any response he just stepped closer to me.

"You're not staying here Enzo!" I whisper-yelled at him but he just shrugged. What was wrong with this man?

He started walking closer and I started stepping back. "Enzo.. What are you doing?" My voice came out shaky. f**k! I was not in the right state of mind. s**t. s**t. s**t.

"Enz—.." Suddenly, he grabbed my hands and put them against the wall. His touch set my skin on fire, longing for the slow burn of his touch all over my body. My core is sizzling with desire. I look up at his mouthwatering lips. His eyes are darker. They are intense and searing with hunger. His other hand gently touches my face and I feel the heat rise in my body. My n*****s are hard. My p***y, instantly moist. He slammed his lips on mine making me forget where I am. I moan soaking up every lustful movement of his lips,

getting lost in the euphoria. It's full

of greed and carnal desire. My mind

shrieked with exhilaration.

It wasn't my imagination and Enzo's

lips were really claiming mine.

His lips on mine felt so right. My free

hand ran down his chest and I could

feel his huge muscles constricting

with his movements. My hand traveled down his stomach. Oh My God, his rock-hard abs make my senses go off like fireworks! His cologne was making my heart swirl, it was clean and fresh. I inhaled deeply, it ignited a fire within me and it sent signals to my p***y.

It was throbbing and already seeping. His tongue was dancing with mine. His hands were holding me firmly in place. and closes the door to put me up against it. I grab ahold of his hair, biting his lower lip. He growled sending my core into a frenzy.

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Okay, things are getting steamy in here. Damn! How are you all? My book was rejected and I am very disheartened.