My Enemy’s Daughter

AMÉLIA LEAL

His face carries an expression of lust, the big dark eyes urging me to wrong thoughts so intensely they stare at me. I landed in her lap minutes ago and there was no escape, I revealed what my mother said earlier today. I told him about her betrayal, but his reaction, contrary to what I imagined, was appeasing, he went to his mother’s defense without hesitation.

I should be running away from his touch, jumping away from his body and giving myself some dignity. He is my sister’s fucking ex-husband after all. However, contrary to what my brain tells me to do, I move my hand to her face and slowly lower it to her bare back, finding the warm, soft skin.

You are a bad girl. he had said.

I don’t agree with that, but I like to imagine that I can be one if I want to.

I’ve always played by the rules, although I’m not entirely saintly and have committed some transgressions throughout my teens, however, I’ve never done anything too serious that would shock Daddy’s voters. I always did it for her, my mother. I wanted to show the world that, despite all the rumors, Dona Anna Maria was a real lady and could raise an excellent daughter, but what did I get in return?

Lies and more lies.

I spent my life walking on eggshells, taking care of the way I behaved in public, spoke and even dressed. I was shaped to be the best of the best, no one could question my mother about my upbringing. I speak perfect English, I was at the top of my class and finished high school a few months before my eighteenth birthday.

Anything.

Nothing I did was enough to stop her from cheating on me. Fuck it, I don’t care anymore. I will live my life my way from this moment on. Without thinking about the consequences.

“What is on your mind?” the man says, studying my face minutely.

I sigh, enveloped in his warm, dark gaze.

This is the moment I should be running, running from whatever is going on between us, but I can’t look away.

He hates my father.

He hates my family.

Heavens, maybe he even hates me.

“I want to kiss you.” I confess what I didn’t even think I wanted, and boldly and impulsively I wrap my hands around your neck, holding the back of your neck with one hand and plunging the other through your dark hair. He looks surprised and doesn’t react at first, eyeing me suspiciously before bursting into laughter.

I close my expression and look at him seriously.

“Idiot.” I growl, pulling me to my feet, ready to leave not only the room but his farm as well. He pulls me roughly back onto his lap before I have a chance to take a step and I land awkwardly.

“Don’t leave here!” He orders, staring at me with a hot as hell stare and without realizing it, I groan, feeling his tight grip on my waist.

“Ride me, one leg on each side, let’s go.” He speaks again, sounding desperate in his tone.

I swallow hard, feeling my skin heat up.

“At the.” I say firmly, still in his lap. He huffs and growls at the same time, not seeming to like my answer. My breath starts to waver.

“I’m not kidding, Amelia.”

“Neither do I, Henrico.” I say his first and last name formally, setting off the intimate moment we’re having.

A crooked, slightly smug smile forms on his mouth and I have to control my breathing to keep from giving in.

“Is that right, sweetie?” Are you sure you don’t want to ride me? He says, a smile spreading across his face.

I shake my head, afraid I won’t be able to do it out loud. His hand leaves my waist and moves down my thigh, still covered by my jeans. I press my lips together nervously.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Because I think you do.” He whispers close to my ear, making the hairs nearby stand on end.

“I don’t want to. I growl, but it comes out more as a sly growl and I give up.”

Damn it! He laughs softly, running his hand up and down my thigh.

“Henrico…”

“Amelia.” He says my name in a strained, husky voice and pulls me by my legs, placing one on either side of his body. I cry out at the unexpected movement and he smiles again, enjoying himself at my expense.

“Let me go!” I cry out, trying to get out of his grip.

“Never.” he says, placing both hands on my ass and pulling me closer to him.

The forced movement makes me brush against her intimacy and feel the volume, already very evident for a first contact.

“Please tell me you have a cell phone in your pocket.” I say, feeling something hard underneath me.

“No honey. My cell phone is on the bed.” Confess with a plain face. I bite my bottom lip, feeling my face flush.

It is not right. I comment, averting my gaze down. He lifts my chin, forcing me to face him.

“What’s not right, Amelia?” he asks, feigning innocence and I have to huff.

“You are my sister’s ex -husband” I say.

He nods, shaking his head.

“Yes I am.”

“I hate my father.”

“Very.” Admit it.

“We shouldn’t be intimate.” I emphasize the last word, trying to say but between the lines that I am not just referring to our possible friendship.

“We shouldn’t, but I don’t want to let you go.” he begs, leaving my chin to caress my cheeks.

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“You needed to talk, Amelia. Don’t be so critical of yourself, we’re both adults here.” He says the last words with a smile playing on his lips.

“Do not look at me like that.” I ask, unable to look away from those black eyes. He smiles and tilts his head to the side, squinting in my direction.

“And what happens if I don’t stop?” challenge.

What could happen? I think, still spellbound by the intense dark orbs.

“Are you kidding me?” I ask, giving him a pointed look.

“I don’t know, Amelia. The only thing I know for sure is that I want you right here, sitting on my lap and shirtless, offering me those beautiful breasts. Your gauze becomes even more intense, hungry and wild as the words come out of your mouth , its gauze falling onto my covered breasts.