Page 50 of Loving the Enemy
Darius yells, “But, Z—”
Zaira turns back around, grabs the gun from my hand, and charges toward Darius. “I told you to never call me Z again!” she yells and fires two bullets that land right between Darius’s eyes.Holy fucking shit. Well that’s the last thing I expected.
She stands there with the gun in her hand and her body is shaking. Darius is dead, his brain matter spattered behind him.
I walk toward her slowly and say, “Zaira, sweetheart, it’s over. Give me the gun, darling.” I reach out my hand for the gun, but she continues to stare at Darius. “Zaira, honey, the gun please?” I ask.
She blinks a couple of times and turns to face me, lowering the gun to her side. I clasp my fingers around it and say, “Why don’t you give me that?”
She hands me the gun and falls into my arms and begins to cry.
“Shh, sweetheart, everything’s gonna be okay,” I say as I rub her back as she clings to me.
Between sobs, she breaks from my embrace. “Michael, can you take me back to the house, please?”
“Of course, darling.” I turn toward Ricco. “Can you clean this up?”
“Of course, Michael. We got this.” I think all the boys are still in shock at what just happened because other than Ricco’s response, nobody utters a word. Zaira and I make our way out of the watershed and get in the golf cart. I start it up, and make our way back to the house.
Once we get to the house, I help Zaira out of the golf cart. We make our way toward the door, but Zaira grabs my arm to stop me from going inside. I turn back around and can see the love and desire in her eyes. She leans forward and nuzzles her head into my neck.
“Michael, I’m numb. I’m afraid I will never feel again.” She pulls away and looks me straight in the eye. “Make me feel again, please,” she pleads.
Well, fuck me!“Sweetheart, you just killed a man, and the numb feelings are understandable. It will pass. I’m not so sure you and me ending up in bed is going to change how you feel. You are going to wake up in the morning and regret it. I know it. You have to deal with your feelings, Zaira. You have to deal with Darius’s death.”
“Michael, look at me please,” she says, and I don’t look away. “Yes, I’m upset because I killed a man tonight, but I’m not sorry. I’m glad he’s dead.” She pauses and says, “I’ll deal with that in my own time. But right now, Michael, I’ll tell you exactly what I need . I need to feel your arms around me. I need to feel your kisses and your touch. I need to feel you pulsating inside of me. I need you.”
So much for taking it slow.My head is telling me to say no, my heart is begging to pull her into my arms, and my dick is saying go for it. I pull her close and lift her chin to raise her eyes toward mine, “If I agree to this, there is no turning back. It’s everything or nothing. You’re mine now and always. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I hear desperation in her voice. “Kiss me, Michael, please.”
“No.” I can’t help but chuckle at her disappointed expression. “Not here.” I sweep her up into my arms, exactly the way I should have done when we returned from Vegas, and carry her into the house, up the stairs, and straight to my bedroom. Once I get the door open, I carry her inside and place her on her feet.
She stands before me, and I notice she’s trembling. “Baby, are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes, it’s just that, well, I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“So long?”
“Oh, Michael, I should have never left. I tried to be strong. I tried to stand by my principles, but I couldn’t because at the root of everything, it came down to one thing. I love you.”
“Fuck, baby.” I pull her into my arms and nuzzle her neck. “I almost fucking died without you. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t. It’s always been you, baby, always.”
She pulls back. “Kiss me!”
I crash down onto her lips, and she hungrily responds to my kiss. I devour her mouth. I can’t fucking stop kissing her. She pulls at my shirt, pulling it out from my jeans. Breaking the kiss, she glides my shirt up my body and over my head. Her hands roam my bare chest, and just the feel of her touching me has me on edge.
I pull at her blouse, not even taking the time to undo the buttons. They go flying everywhere when I free her from it. She is wearing a bright-pink lacy bra that looks fucking fantastic on her. I reach behind her and undo the hook, and she slides the straps from her shoulders and lets it fall. Her breasts are pert and perfect, her nipples hard and aroused. She reaches for my belt and struggles to get it off, but eventually she has my belt off and my jeans unzipped. She reaches around my waistline, and in one fell swoop, she has my jeans and my underwear down around my ankles.
I step out of them and do the same to her and then I take her lips again. We are now completely naked, and the feel of her body against mine is like coming home.God, I’ve missed her.
I pick her up and gently toss her onto the bed, and without missing a beat, my body is now on top of hers. “This is gonna be hard and fast, baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Do it, Michael. Take me,” she says, and I enter her swiftly until I am balls-deep inside. She’s so fucking tight, and her warmth surrounds me. Pure heaven. I begin to move, slowly at first, but it doesn’t last long. Before I know it, I’ve got her legs resting on my shoulders and I am pounding into her with a fierceness I can’t explain. I just can’t get enough of her.
She moans. “Oh God, Michael, harder, please.”
I pump her harder and faster, and I feel her pussy walls tightening. The tingling begins in my balls, and before I know it, I’m coming inside of her, filling her with my seed as she reaches her release. She’s so fucking beautiful, but more beautiful when she comes and I am the cause.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say as I slowly pull out of her.
She smiles and purrs, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I can’t help but laugh. She’s such a tease, and I love that about her.
