My Enemy’s Daughter

AMELIA LEAL

” I found you.”

A snarl leaves my lips just as hands clamp over my mouth and I jump in place, startled.

“Quiet. ” The harsh and moody tone makes every hair on my body stand on end, I struggle in search of freedom as his free hand wraps around my waist and presses me against his body.

I would recognize that voice anywhere.

What is he doing here?

I’m dragged from my thoughts when he takes us into a dark, cramped room, what I believe is the cleaning closet, locks the door, and leans my back against the wall. Space is practically nil, so we stand a finger’s breadth apart as we stare at each other, sharing the air and tension.

“What the fuck, Henrico ! ” I scream, as soon as he removes his hand from my mouth, forcing my vision to see him in the middle of the darkness.

” You naughty bitch, don’t come yelling at me, no. Who’s going to talk about this one, it’s me! ” Retorts, practically stealing my air so close.

I growl, half lost rationality at his approach and push his chest, regaining consciousness the same second I hear his offense and not liking his tone at all.

“Don’t call me dog!” I snarl, hitting my hand squarely in her face.

“You hit me!” he says incredulously, disturbed by my act in his tone. I bite my bottom lip, nervously, nearly tearing a piece off.

I hit him.

I HIT HIM.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!

I’m locked in a cubicle with an apparently angry man, and I hit him. Perfect, Amelia! You’ve just signed your death warrant.

“I…” I stammer, placing a hand on his chest to keep us apart.

As if that was really going to keep him away.

My conscience scoffs and I almost growl at her.

” Henrico . I sigh, searching his eyes.

” Do not speak. He kind of growls, shoving his hand through my hair and pulling hard, like he’s punishing me.

I groan in pain, making a face that I’m sure he can’t see.

” There… Let go of me, what are you? I place my hand over his and try to untangle my strands from his grip, but he grips them tighter, and I arch, feeling my scalp burn.

” You left me. ” He says, furious. Breathing right next to my cheek.

He drags his nose along the skin of my neck, scraping his lips as he goes.

“Please…” I beg, unsure of what I’m asking.

He laughs and turns me around sharply, rubbing against me from behind.

“Yes, beg for me. Did you miss me? He whispers the last part into my ear, biting my earlobe teasingly.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“No…” I manage to get it out, but it comes out more as a moan, and he laughs against my neck, nibbling my skin there.

” Female dog. ” Slaps my ass, causing a loud noise and scream.

” Stop this. I growl, trying to spin my body.

He presses his body tighter against mine and squeezes me further against the closet.

“You shouldn’t have come back, Amelia. I am very angry. ” He confesses, rubbing his bulge in my ass and showing that his body does not agree with his words.

“You’re hard.”

” He missed you, but I didn’t.” Speak, confusing me.

He knows it’s his dick, right?

I moan, feeling him grind sinfully against me. Consuming the last bit of rationality I had.

I left for Mom, but also because of him. Even though I don’t believe he would be blamed for leaking Mom’s pictures, I know he hates my family and won’t let me out of his revenge.

He doesn’t like me enough.

“I…” I start, but he pulls away and turns me around, attacking my mouth with his. We both moan together, our tongues seeking comfort in each other’s mouths, and we suck and bite and say nothing.

” You left me. ” Pull my lower lip between his teeth, squeezing hard and then licking.

” Yea.” I admit, sneaking my hands under his shirt.

“He left without warning.” Punctuates, holding my neck from the front as he returns to devour my lips.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up. I remind him, realizing I was resentful until now without realizing it. “He didn’t leave me a note.” ” I say, pulling our mouths apart to get some air. He gives me a few seconds, but comes back to attack me.

“Did you want me to leave a note?” he asks, moving his lips down to my neck and biting my chin. “What should I have written? It was really nice eating you, Amelia. I’ve never eaten such tight, delicious pussy.” What about?” He teases and growls, feeling my blood boil, and I push him away from me.

” Not.” He protests, pulling my arms above my head and keeping them pinned. “I came back for you. “Confess, low, like a secret only I can hear.”

I narrow my eyes, interested in what he says.

” Were? ” I ask, feeling his free hand play with the button of my pants.

“Yes, but you were gone. I punched your dad and I wanted to spank you too. I press my lips together, feeling my body tense as he unbuttons my pants and flashes the zipper down, shoving his hand inside my panties.

“Henrico …”

” You are wet.

He massages my clit, mean, and I have to close my eyes, trying to regain my consciousness and focus on what he said.

“If you came to my house, then why didn’t you try calling or texting me? I question, aware of his fingers sliding through my slit. “Holy shit, Henrico ! ” I scream, when he pulls my clit and then does a kind of massage, playing with it between his fingers.

“What are you talking about, dear?” You made it very clear that you didn’t want to be disturbed when you sent me that message.

I try to cross my legs to stop his advances, but he doesn’t allow it, and he lies down on top of me, putting his leg between mine.

Wait.

What is he talking about?

I didn’t send a message. ” I say, elated by his fingers hitting the right spot, I release my arms from his grip and hold his shoulders.

“It came from your cell phone. ” His hand grabs my ass and pulls me onto his lap, forcing me to circle my legs around his waist.

“I didn’t send anything. ” I reinforce my speech, grabbing her hair and pulling it just like she did with mine minutes ago. He leans me back against the closet and cradles me in his arms, grinding desperately between my legs.

We gasp, moan together. My nails are digging into his shoulders, and his beard scratches my face.

“I’m going to show you that fucking message, and I’ll gladly rub it in your face, but first I’m going to eat you here and now. He snarls, kissing me hard, his teeth chattering against mine at the brutality that initiates the kiss.

He sets me down on the ground and I kick my sneakers off. Henrico removes my shirt, passing it to the pants soon after, going down with the panties to the end of my legs. Unzipping his own pants and pulling them down between his legs.

“We’re not going to make love. ” He says, grabbing me by the ass again and making me ride him upright. I don’t have time to reason, his cock nudges my intimacy and when I blink, I’m going all over him. Bouncing on his cock as he opens my ass further and further, entering my channel more easily.

“Damn…yeah, naughty bitch. This pussy is heaven, it ends any man.

” Faster Please. ” I groan, resting one of my hands on his shoulder and the other gripping the locker behind me.

The sound of his dick moving in and out of me, along with the moans coming out of our mouths, will probably get the attention of anyone walking down this hall, but for some reason, I don’t care.

I don’t care that we were fighting or that he still keeps calling me a lying bitch, all I can care about is him moving in and out of me and how perfect it feels.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, girl. I can not stay without you. ” He puts his forehead on mine and kisses me slowly, calmer.

” I’m going to come… ” I groan, when he lowers me and puts me back, gluing my face to the old closet, lifting only one of my legs and thrusting himself all inside me, intensifying his advances.

“Fuck it!” Swallow my dick, love. He whispers, eating me hard, biting the back of my neck mercilessly.

“Henrico … me.” ” He takes my mouth in a kiss, preventing me from finishing my speech.

” I know. ” He whispers, bringing me to orgasm when he punches hard in an unrealistic sequence.