Ten

 

Enzo

 

 

I fucked her. I fucked her damn brains out. Why the hell did I do that? Because I'm a weak son of a bitch, who can't keep his dick in his pants.

What's worse?

I dismissed her like she was nothing straight afterward. I knew she wanted me to hold her, to tell her she was mine now. But she asked for one night and I gave her that. Or at least, I gave her the sex she wanted.

Was I wrong for sending her home the very next day without so much as a thank you? Probably. She's better off hating me.

So why then can I not stop thinking about her?

Everything about her was just perfect. Every damn fucking inch of her body. She should be mine. She could be if I just manned up and claimed her. Freddy would have a shit fit, but in all honesty, I don't give two fucks what Freddy has to say on the matter. It's none of his business.

I shouldn't've touched her. But I can't bring myself to really regret it.

I haven't spoken to her since that night a week ago. But I can't think about anything else. I sat in my room last night just thinking about her. What it would be like to make her mine, to have her in my bed every night. To touch her, taste her, fuck her whenever I wanted.

Then I woke up this morning determined to see her. There's no way I can claim her for my own, but there's no way I can stay away from her either. I need her. I fucking crave her. She did something to me that night. She made me feel something I never thought I could feel.

She has no idea of the monster she's released. No damn clue what I could do to her. I won't let her into my heart, but that doesn't mean I won't take her whenever I feel like it.

And right now, I feel like it.

I've been reduced to taking cabs all over the place if I want to go out. Of course, Sonny is more than willing to drive me wherever I want to go, but I don't like relying on my brother for everything. Besides, if I told him I wanted a ride to the hospital, he'd insist on staying to the end of my appointment.

I don't have an appointment. Not that kind anyway.

Like the stalker I've always been where Paige is concerned, I've made my way to her floor, waiting in the shadows for her to walk by. She's bound to sooner or later. I haven't needed a woman this badly in a very long time.

I don't know how long I've been waiting but it feels like forever. I'm getting agitated. My cock is rock hard, aching for her sweet little pussy. It's like my dick has a mind of its own where Paige is concerned.

I see her through the crack in the door of which I'm hiding behind. She's walking along the corridor with some jumped up doctor, laughing at whatever it is he's saying to her. He wants her, that much is obvious. He looks nice enough if you like pretty boy motherfuckers. She'd be better off with someone like him, someone who could give her his heart.

Why am I suddenly filled with such rage?

Why do I feel like she's cheating on me when she isn't even mine?

Why do I want to punish her? Because I do. I really fucking do!

“You're a hard worker, Paige, I like that about you.”

Fucker. Is that the way he normally gets women? Flatters them on how hard they work? Probably the kind of guy who buys them flowers and chocolates, lights fucking candles and takes them up to his penthouse and shows them the time of their fucking lives.

“Thank you, Dr.” She's blushing. She likes him. It pisses me off.

Why is it pissing me off? Isn't this what I wanted, for her to move on, to find somebody who worships her?

“You're a very beautiful girl, Paige.”

My eyes are burning, the blood in my head is pounding. He's touching her arm!

She's not yours, jackass. You made sure of that!

My head is suddenly spinning. What the fuck is wrong with me? I want to fuck her but I don't want anything more. She has the right to be with whoever she wants. I don't have the right to dictate to her who she can and can't sleep with.

Yeah, you do. You know her, if you're fucking her, she won't be fucking anyone else. She's not that kind of girl.

No, she isn't.

While I've been fuming silently, Dr. Fuck face has walked away. Paige is walking closer, humming to herself. She comes even closer, I slip my arm out of the door and grab her arm, pulling her into the closet I'm standing in, ripping a scream from her mouth. One I cover with my hand before anyone can hear anything.

She's pressed against the now closed door, whimpering behind my hand. I'm pressed against her, my nose against her neck, breathing in her scent. My cock is twitching like crazy. I need to be inside of her before I explode.

She fights against me. It's pointless. “Shh,” She instantly stops struggling. I can't see anything in this damn room, it's too fucking dark, but she knew it was me the second I shushed her. “He touched you.” She shakes her head, my hand still over her mouth. “I. Saw. Him.” I hiss down her ear, making her cringe.

I'm not going to hurt her. I would never hurt her.

My lips attack her neck and she moans behind my hand, which falls away when she palms my cock. I'm so fucking hard for her.

“Enzo, what are we doing?”

I don't say anything, I don't know what to say, I just grab her and spin her around, her hands pressed against the door. I'm not about to play nice, this is nothing more than a quick fuck. She's at work after all.

I grab her scrubs and yank them past her knees, her panties going along for the ride. My fingers find her little-pierced button, playing with her, driving her crazy to the point she's soaking wet and whimpering, begging me with her body to take her. I'm too fucking hard to play games, but I haven't forgotten the need to punish her.

That's why I finger her to the point of coming and then stop just before she peaks. That's when I bend her over the small desk in this dingy room and spank the ever living shit outta her. She won't be able to sit down for a week after this.

“Enzo, please!”

I tease her pussy with my cock head. “I wonder what your colleagues would think if they could see you like this. Bent over a desk in a dark closet with a former patient.” She whimpers and I chuckle. She can pretend she doesn't want this, but her body betrays her. She's too fucking wet, her pussy is pulsing, opening ready for me.

The whole room smells of her arousal and I feel fucking drunk from it.

I slam into her so hard she screams. “Naughty Nurse Monroe, having her tight little cunt filled, begging for my cum to fill her. That's what you want, isn't it? My cum deep inside your pussy?”

I slam into her as she screams, “Yes, yes! Fill me with your cum. I want it so bad, Enzo.”

Who am I to deny her?

I reach around and pinch her clit as I thrust hard and fast inside of her. It's literally seconds before she's coming hard and fast, squirting all over the damn place, sobbing her pleasure. And that tips me right over the damn edge with her.

As soon as my cock stops throbbing I pull out of her and put myself away. The guilt hits me right away, and I feel fucking sick. I can't look at her – not that I can really see her, but my eyes have adjusted – as she pulls her scrubs back into place. Why did I do this? I should have left her alone to get on with her life. But not me, no, I had to come here and fuck her stupid for my own selfish reasons.

I wipe my hand over my face, I'm sweating like crazy, and my damn ankle is killing me.

“Enzo?”

I can't do this. I can't let her drag me into any kind of conversation right now. I need to get the fuck out of here.

“You should let Dr. Pretty boy take you out. Now is a good a time as any to move on with your life, Paige.”

“That's what I was doing until you dragged me in here and fucked me like you did.”

“Yeah, well. It won't be happening again.”

With that, I walk out of there and don't look back.