Page 34 of The Enemy

“Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself.

Before I could question him, his hand curved around my waist, and he pushed me back until I made contact with the side of the elevator.

My heart started to beat faster, and fear was the last thing on my mind. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel him. His energy was all around me. The beating of my heart echoed so loud I could feel myself bursting with anticipation.

“I hate him.” His words were harsh, ricochetting in the dark.

“What?”

I needed some clarity since I had no idea what he was talking about.

Neo didn’t answer me right away. Instead, he pressed his body closer to mine. I could hear his breathing right next to my ear, sense his chest pressing against mine, and feel one of his legs wedged between mine.

Fuck.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t want this—that I never pictured him late at night with my hand between my legs. I wanted Neo since I felt like we were kindred spirits. Two outcasts just trying to survive. And unfortunately, that didn’t change when we became family.

“Hate that he took from you. I hate that I wasn’t there to stop it sooner, but most of all, I hate that he touched something I’ve always considered mine.”

This had to be a dream, right? Here, in the dark, nothing felt real. We were existing somewhere between fantasy and disaster.

Since I couldn’t see, I blindly reached for him. My hands made contact with his chest. Then, I slowly moved them up until I cupped his face.

I didn’t need the light to know what he looked like. I’ve had his features etched in my memory for years. Instead, I let my fingers glide through his beard, my thumb caressed against his lower lip, and finally I ran my fingers through his soft curls.

“Neo.” My voice was hoarse. “I don’t want his touch to be the last I feel.”

He groaned right before I felt his lips in the juncture where my neck met my shoulder. Shivers spread down my body, and my core grew warm.

He grabbed my wrists in his hands and then brought them down to my sides.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he bit out.

I ignored him.

“Touch me…please.”

Neo let go of one of my wrists, and I thought he would finally touch me, but instead, I felt those fingers wrap around my throat, making it harder to breathe.

“Is this what you wanted, Lou? To feel my hands on your skin?”

His voice was dark and silky, his fingers adding just enough pressure to leave me breathless.

“Does it get you off knowing you’re the last person I want to touch?”

His words were harsh, but his hand moved softly down my cheek.

“You want me,” I said confidently as I tried and failed to move my leg so I could rub it against his hard-on.

He let out a dark chuckle that did funny things to my insides. My panties grew even more wet.

“And if I say I do?” he taunted as his hand moved down my leg and lifted the hem of my skirt. “Are you going to give me your wet little cunt on a silver platter?”

His words should have disgusted me, but my panties were already drenched. His fingers moved higher up my leg, drawing soft patterns until he reached the apex of my thighs.

If the lights were on, I would be embarrassed because he would see how much he affected me. My pants seemed to be amplified in the dark.

“Fuck you,” I spat at him.

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