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Except he pulls back. “No, you don’t want me, soldier, so you can’t kiss me,” his words reek of spite and anger as he denies me.
I clench my jaw, “So this is a hate fuck then?” I ask him.
“No,” he shakes his head, rising up again, “It’snothing.”
The one word pisses me off in the way that Maximo expects and when he rises up this time, I snap my hips upward, slamming into him. A gasp leaves his lips but I don’t miss the excitement.
“Fuck you, Maximo.”
“That’s right,” he whispers, brushing his lips across my cheek before his tongue comes out to leave a warm, wet trail. “Fuck me, Enzo.”
We leave the words between us, our bodies doing the real talking. I slam into him, taking him hard and fast, not caring how rough the glide is without any real lubrication. My precum slickens the ride a little bit, but not enough. I know it has to feel like Maximo is being fucked with a bat, but he moans, the desire clear on his face and his hard erection.
I reach out with my free hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck. I hold onto him tightly, continuing to piston up into him until I feel myself right on the edge.
“Fuck,” the one words leaves my lips, barely a whisper.
My eyes fall closed on their own, as I prepare to fall into the waves of euphoria.
But right when I’m on edge, Maximo slides all the way up until my cock falls from him.
My eyes snap open and I find him standing over me, his lips pulled into a wicked grimace of a smile. “This could have been good for both of us, but this is what you’ve resorted us to,” he says.
He wraps his still bleeding hand around his cock, jerking it furiously.
Before I can protest or say anything, he’s coming, white squirts shooting from his cock, down onto my face. He paints me and all I can do is sit, hard cock out, taking it.
When he’s done, he smirks at me, before leaning down and rubbing his palm over my face.
I know he’s purposely making a mess of my face, mixing in the cum and blood.
“You sick fuck.”
The insult only makes his smirk turn into a grin. He leans forward, placing a kiss on my forehead that most definitely isn’t as sweet as it seems.
“Yea, but you love this sick fuck, don’t you.” Are the words he leaves me with before the evil bastard is walking out of my room, leaving me on the floor a complete mess, both figuratively and literally.
CHAPTER SIX: WINTER
“Amadeo, did you find Enzo?” Giovanni asks as he steps into the foyer. His eyes go to the blonde guard, who has been muttering Italian curses under his breath since he retrieved me from my room.
I don’t know what the hell his issue is, because he’d only said something was disgusting in clipped English, before switching right back to Italian. I’m starting to think he does it on purpose, switching to Italian when he knows I’m interested in what he’s saying. The only words I can decipher in the language are swears, thanks to Lucia.
Amadeo’s blue eyes narrow, crinkling at the corners before he jerks his head in a nod to Giovanni. “Yes, I found him.” His nose wrinkles and I put the pieces together.
Whatever disgusted him definitely had to do with Enzo.
Curiosity threatens to get the best of me, but I don’t ask. Amadeo is like a prison, his lips placed on lock down when it comes to my questions. He’s tougher than Enzo ever has been as a guard, and some days I’m almost convinced the cold man is a damn robot.
At least he doesn’t seem to want to fuck me within an inch of my life like everyone else here.
No, Amadeo always acts like he’s disgusted with me, though I can’t figure out why.
Every now and then I think I’ve seen little cracks in his interior. Like when he’d taken me to the doctor yesterday and the doctor had made it clear all she could do was put me through physical therapy and prescribe me medicine while we waited on my leg to finish healing. She’d told me that I was lucky I could even walk period, with or without assistance. It’d been the first time I’d ever met with the doctor outside of the compound, and a part of me was surprised to realize she works in an actual office.
I’d started to doubt she even had a license honestly.
Still, I’d bitten my lip and just said thank you as she’d given me a new leg brace to try out. The brace is bulky and draws attention, going from the top of my thigh all the way down to my calf. Even now, it sits on broad display under my pink skirt. But it’s better than the crutches and I can tell the difference between when I have it on and when I don’t, so I can’t complain.
