Page 11 of Wicked Truths
“Do you want to join us?” he asks before he slides the cock back into the willing mouth.
“No, thank you.”
“Then fuck off,” he hisses as the person sucking his cock splutters, trying to turn around and see me.
Mateo holds his head with both hands and looks at me as he fucks his face.
I smile. “Don’t worry, I am fucking off. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to fuck each other. See you later Enzo.”
Enzo pulls away from Mateo’s cock and twists to me. “Fuck, Amara. Stop.”
I hold my hand up. “I have enough secrets of my own, Enzo. I am not planning on remembering or sharing yours. I’ll let you get back to enjoying yourself.”
I turn on my heel and grab the handle, pulling open the door and stepping into the hallway. But I don’t get one foot onto the plush carpeted floor before I’m yanked back into the room by my supposedly sexy ponytail.
“Ow.” I fling my arms in the air trying to reach out for the hand, but my feet lose their grip on the floor and I’m dragged backward until my legs smash against the wooden frame of the bed and my ass lands on the mattress.
I cry out as he yanks my head back, his fist curling around my hair. His face is in mine and his free hand squeezes my neck, pinning me against the bed.
“Calm down Con,” Enzo says.
“No. She needs to be taught a lesson. We don’t allow women to run their mouths.” His mouth turns up in a sneer. “Though yours would look so pretty with my cock rammeddown your throat.”
I swallow, feeling the ripple in my neck as it presses against his tight grip.
“Let her go, Con,” Enzo says. My wide eyes flicker to Enzo, begging him to help me.
Con stares at me, but I don’t look away. I can’t. I have to stand my ground until he comes to his senses.
“Let her go,” Enzo repeats. “She’s a de Luca now. Her stepfather will kill you.”
Con squeezes. My eyes widen as he lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Tell anybody about us and you are dead, because I don’t give a fuck whose neck I cut.”
“You’re a psycho,” I hiss.
“So you do have brains.” He lowers until his nose almost touches mine. There is darkness behind the stare he gives. I’m not scared of Con, though. I deal with the devil daily and Con is still learning.
But I don’t mind this demon hovering over me. At least Con is obvious and now I know his secret. “Of course. My stepfather knows I’m here tonight. So squeeze harder, put me out of my misery and start a war.”
His hand squeezes a little harder, but I show nothing as I stare into his dark eyes.
Waiting.
Hoping.
I thought Con was going to be my future, but maybe him taking my future is easier.
He lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Who’s the psycho?”
I smile, just as his hand releases my throat and Enzo drags Con off me, and shouts, “Get out of here!”
3
Amara
After talking to Poppy,who is swapping saliva with Hastings and refuses to leave until her father arrives at midnight, I make my way outside the house.
I take my cell from my bag, call for a cab and send a text to my mother.
