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“Don’t touch me. I don’t know you when you’re like this…” Her cry is the one thing that causes me to gentle my touch as I grip her by the throat. My nose skims over her skin, settling just over her heartbeat. It’s fluttering so fast I am afraid it will burst from her neck.

“You know me, as does your body,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss against her throat.

“My body wants you, but that’s it,” she lies. She wants me for me.

“You lie…” I growl, nipping at her skin with my teeth. “You want to be mine. All of you wants all of me. Don’t lie to yourself or me. You know I don’t like lies.”

A deep moan escapes her lips. She is the worst fucking liar on the face of the earth. Using my other hand, I slip in between her legs. Evidence of her arousal and need for me is dripping from her leg. She is wet for me.

Slipping a finger inside her, I growl when I feel her tightness. My other hand is still wrapped around her throat. I’m in control, and I want her to know that. We have shared something that I haven’t with anyone else, but I don’t want her to think she can pull the wool over my eyes. It will always be me who owns her. I, who loves her…

Love? My attack stops as I pull away from her. My hands leave her, and I can tell it upsets her, but I don’t care. Did I love her? Love. Why would my mind even think that?

I lift my face to her, a sinister smile showing. I don’t know if I love her, but if my mind tells me I do, then I must. My feelings for her are deep. Love is very possible, even if I don’t want to admit it out loud.

Dropping my jeans to the ground, I sit back on the couch.

“Ride me,” I growl. Her sweet face turns dark as she bites her bottom lip. God, I want to take that fucking lip into my mouth and bite it until I taste blood.

She walks over to me slowly, her hips swaying back and forth. The body of a goddess stands before me.

“Strip… Now…” I say louder than necessary. However, all she does is continue to sway her hips in front of me. My cock is growing harder and harder with every glimpse of her pussy from under my shirt. She wants to kill me. I always thought I would die from a wound, but I am certain it will be at the hands of this woman.

She giggles as she pulls at the hem of the shirt until it is all the way off. She stands before me in all her glory. She doesn’t shy away as I stare at her body. She has seen things most will never understand.

“Fuck me…” I say under my breath as I imagine palming her breast. Her tits are perky, and her nipples are pink.

“At your command, King,” she says, softly stepping forward. My hands instinctively reach out and grip her hips hard. There will be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. That is just a sign of how intense our love is. Fuck, there is that word again—Love.

“I think I love you…” I whisper against her chest as she sits on my lap, my cock slipping in between us.

“What?” Her voice is a whisper and filled with surprise.

“Ride me,” I demand instead of repeating myself.

“Wait… Did you say you love me?” she asks, her voice high-pitched like she can’t believe it.

“I’d love you more if you’d start to ride my dick.”

“You love me? I don’t believe you.” Her eyes are eager to meet mine, and I know she will know I’m telling her the truth when I look her in the eyes. So, I do just that—I look her straight in the eyes.22AmaraDid he just say he loves me? Did Lorenzo King actually tell me that he loves me? Is he even capable of love?

His eyes hold all the answers I will ever need. However, he isn’t giving any away. All I can tell is that he meant what he said. He loves me.

“Shut that sassy ass mouth, Amara. Fuck me. Of course, I fucking love you. How can I not? You’re beautiful. You don’t take any shit from me. You killed someone for me, and you’re still dealing with my ass after all this… So, now will you please, pretty fucking please, ride my cock until I’m swelling, and my seed leaks out into you?”

Though it isn’t the sweetest way to confess your love for someone, it is perfect for Enzo.

“Fuck, yes, I will,” I say, kissing him fiercely.

“That a girl…” he somehow mumbles while my lips are on his. My hands go into his hair, gripping at the softness of it. He is beautiful, even if he is lost and broken on the inside. I know if I could do anything, it would be to save him from himself.

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