Kitten | 18+ {to be edited}

Forty-eight

Ava

The next day I was picked up by James to go with him to his house. It was already noon, and the whole day I had spoken to James on the phone. We had talked about what happened in the bathroom, what Enzo said. I didn't think he would, but James took Enzo's threats seriously. I wasn't sure if that was because they were directed at me, or that he feared Enzo had actually gone to extreme lengths to get revenge.

We still didn't know if what he had said was true, but neither of us wanted to take that risk.

We had recently parked in front of the mansion and were on our way inside. He held one arm around my waist, and the comforting warmth radiated off of his body. When we walked in, I turned to him when he stopped by the door. He had his hands in his pockets while looking down at me. I took a step forward and raised my hands to let them stroke his chest.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

He moved his hand to my waist where he squeezed gently."We kill him. It shouldn't be too hard, I bet no one would come looking for him." He said it so distantly as if it wasn't even a person he spoke about, but a thing. I couldn't judge him for that, not even I looked at Enzo like a human anymore. The liveness inside him had been replaced with something dark and murderous.

I nodded at him, "I want to come with you." I stated, sure of my words.

He let out a light chuckle.

He leaned closer until his lips were by the side of my head."You want to pull the trigger as well?" His low voice uttered in my ear.

"Maybe I will," I said back, feeling his lips graze across the skin on my neck.

I and James hadn't had sex for a week, on account of my sudden menstruation. Sure, I had pleasured him, which I enjoyed doing. But it wasn't the same. I wanted, actually — needed, him inside me.

He pulled back to meet my gaze, and his hand on my waist moved to slide across my cheek. It moved further down to wrap around my throat. He tilted my head up and I watched as a cocky smirk made its way onto his face.

"Your body is so sensitive, bellissima. Only one breath of air is getting you all riled up." He said, his deep voice traveling directly to my lower regions.

"Maybe because we haven't fucked in what feel like ages." I said back.

He hummed, studying every feature of my face."If you want my cock so bad, then show me."

The wetness between my legs was increased with each passing second. At that point I was willing to do anything for him.

I dropped my hands to his belt, and fiddled with it until I had succeeded in zipping down his pants.

"Please, fuck me, James." I breathed lowly. I still held our intense stare while my hand went inside the hem of his pants and stroked his clothed bulge.

His lips parted a tiny bit, showing me that my hand touched all the right places.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't even remember my own name." I muttered, hovering right above his lips.

"Keep begging, my love." He said.

His big cock was hardening beneath my palm, and his soft grunts increased my own arousal. I gripped his other hand and guided it under my skirt and up my inner thigh, until it was where I needed it the most.