My Enemy’s Daughter

HENRICO ZATTANI

I rub my palm over the skin damaged by his slaps, massaging the spot to quell the sting. Amelia isn’t that short, but she still can’t get past my shoulders in height and at this point I’m extremely grateful that she couldn’t reach my face the first time. This girl has a heavy hand as fuck.

” Oh, fuck!” I grind my teeth, feeling the power in his hands again.

” What are you doing here?” Screams, looking at me with the big green irises. Not hiding the anger you’re feeling.

I grab her hands and stop her from hitting me again.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s enough, Amelia. I snarl, locking his gaze with mine and making it clear I’m serious.

I got tired of picking up.

“Go away, you cretin. he says, pulling his hands from my grip and pushing me back.

I growl, pulling her back to me, pressing her body against mine.

” We need to talk.” I say close to his face. I watch her pupils dilate with our approach, her eyes fighting not to go down on my naked back and I smile, cynical, knowing that I affect her as much as she does me.

” For what? I’m just another piece in your revenge plan, I get it, no need to waste your time here.”

I press my lips together, irritated by her statement, knowing she’s right.

“Don’t jump to conclusions, girl.” Growl, closing the space between us even more, squeezing her tight.

She huffs, pulling out of my grip.

“Don’t call me girl. She points her finger at my face, furious.” Don’t judge me as a fool, Henrico . “I know very well that you were the one who leaked those pictures to the media.”Scream, out of your mind.

I avert my eyes to the door, afraid her screams will draw someone’s attention.

“Aren’t you going to defend yourself?” He shouts again, leaving me stunned by the bitter tone he is using.

I take a step towards him, splitting my gaze between his eyes and the door. I run my fingers through my wet hair, not knowing what to say. She’s right, I’m to blame for her mother appearing as a traitor on the main gossip sites, but I can’t admit that because I don’t want to lose her.

I can’t.

The great truth is that I was lost all this time, blinded by revenge and I believed that the only thing moving me was the idea of ​​soon having Augusto Leal crawling and asking for mercy, making the Leal family suffer and pay was all I wanted , but now. ?? ?? Damn it, I can’t even think about the idea of ​​hurting her.

“Go away! ” He shouts, using a higher tone than the previous one.

“Damn it, Amelia. Keep it down, motherfucker!”I look at the door again, feeling that at any moment someone will walk in and I won’t have a chance to make things right with her.

Her eyes narrow in my direction and she corrects her posture, becoming more rigid and distant.

“Go away.” She speaks again, this time using a more restrained tone.

A sense of loss invades my chest as I stare into her unresponsive eyes, my girl maintains a cold, hardened posture and it shakes my confidence.

“Amelia…” I say, taking a step towards her, but she dodges, backing away even further.

I sigh, diverting my path and heading straight for the door, I feel her gaze following me and I hear her gasp in surprise when I turn the key and lock us instead of leaving the room.

“What are you doing? “Whisper, low.

I turn my face and stare at her for long seconds in silence, I look down at her figure and examine the loose dress she wears, it has thin straps and is wide on her body, not marking any of her curves, but the color is the same of her eyes and that makes the piece the most beautiful I’ve seen her wearing, she also has a sweatshirt covering her bust that goes down to her hips.

“You are hungry?” I change the strategy, indicating with my head the bag of goodies I brought from the bakery. She narrows her eyes at me.

I scratch the back of my neck, moving away from the door and picking up the bag of food.

“I hope so, it was pretty hard climbing your window with a busy hand. ” I take a sweet bread and bite, sitting in the chair where the bag was.

She arches an eyebrow, looking impatient, but glances at the bag curiously.

“I don’t trust you.” she complains, pressing her lips together after running her tongue between them.

I growl, feeling my body respond to her unconscious gesture. Amelia doesn’t realize it, but she’s a natural tease.

I stand up and walk over to her, wrapping my left hand around her waist and pulling her hair with my right. She moans, affected by my rough grip and I smile, biting her chin and then licking.

“I didn’t, I didn’t send your mother’s pictures to any newspaper or website, Amelia. It would be down and dirty, I have my revenge plans and I won’t deny it to you, but exposing your mother’s extramarital affair was not among them.

“You knew the publication would hit my father directly.” he points out, locking his gaze with mine. Backed by my words.

I smile smugly, enjoying her quick train of thought.

Yes, I know that the image of a cuckold was the last one that the great Augusto Leal would have liked, I won’t deny that I had fun with the jokes that some internet users made. People can be very creative behind a screen.

“Yes, but I didn’t.” I say, striving to be sincere, because, deep down, is the truth. I may have given my private investigator carte blanche and even paid a portion of his work up front, but I didn’t know the content of the photos and gave my assent completely blindly. Deep down, I’m innocent. I brush my lips over hers, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. “Believe me.” Whisper.

“Nobody else knew.” Speaks, almost in a murmur.

“You have no way of knowing, your parents are public figures. There must be journalists scattered around following their every step, waiting for a fork.” I say, knowing I made a good point.

“I”” She starts, but I cut her off with a kiss, soft.

“Believe me, Amelia. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” And that’s true, this girl got under my skin at some point and diverted my main focus.

I still want to make her father pay, but I want her first.

” I like you” I say, still kissing her mouth, biting her mouth to give me passage to enter and take her tongue. Her body softens under my touch and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

” Henrico .” Moans, when I start to suck his tongue.

Damn yes!

I tighten my hand around her waist and pull her hair back further, leaving her neck exposed to me. I growl, possessive as I visualize the marks I’ve left on her white skin.

“So beautiful.” I groan, nibbling the soft, scented skin. I pull away, holding her face with my two hands and stare at the clear irises, melting by the raw desire I see.

Damn.

“You’re perfect, baby.” I attack her mouth again, demanding everything from her until we lose the air and have to pull away to breathe.

“Heavens!” Says, still panting from the indecent kiss we gave.

We stare at each other in silence, drinking in each other when I feel his hands glide over my bare chest. She runs her slender fingers over the raindrops still present on the uncovered part and licks her lips, making my cock stir in my pants.

“I’m all yours, honey. You can play as you like.” She looks up to mine and blushes, shy of my words, but she doesn’t let go of my touch.

I take the cue and start touching her too, stroking the exposed marks I left on her neck. I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and she pulls away, giving me permission to pull it up, I throw it to the floor, bringing my hands back to her body, sliding the straps of her dress over her shoulders, I look for the green irises to identify if there is any regret that makes me brake, but no. All I find in those clear eyes is desire and permission.

” I…”

” Shii… No need to worry, we won’t do anything you don’t want.” I kiss your mouth lightly, then each side of your face and finally on your forehead.

She gasps, breathing faster.

I run my hands down the side of her body, stroking in repetitive motions, down and up.

” Please…” She whispers, almost desperate and I laugh low, enjoying having her begging, full of need.

I pull her dress off without further delay, leaving her in just her panties. Her round, firm breasts are exposed to me, I drool over her body, carving every part of it into my memory.

Her hands search for the belt of my pants desperately, she fumbles with the buckle and I laugh, having to help her in the process. I open the button myself and start to pull the garment down, but the rain has made the fabric heavy and I have trouble getting it down my legs. Amelia gasps, looking startled when I strip down to my underwear.

” Do not worry, dear. You can take it.” I say bastard, winking smugly at her.

My girl looks scared but surprises me by licking her lips.

I growl.

” I’ll remember that when I’m eating you, beautiful.” I speak, grabbing the black strands and pulling them back, making her arch her back and offer herself to me.