Loving the Enemy

Chapter 30

Hello guys.🙃🙃

I am really sry for robbing u last chapter but i got sick and i really didn't have any motivation to do anything😭😭

but i am now giving u a whole smutty chapter and i truly hope you guys like it;)😩

(this is my first time writing a smut chapter so please have some compassion🥹)

anyway let's get into it🤪😝😜

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"What did you see?"

"Enough to know that I'm going to fuck that tight pussy of yours until you are crying out to god for help." Another step. He's reached me.

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My legs move before my brain can think of anything else, running past Ace.

Well, trying.

His arm circles around my waist and my back meets the wall, with my hands now above my head and his chest pressed to mine.

"You really think you can escape me now? You can run, Anna, but you cannot hide."

"Oh, fuck you Ace." Venom laces my tone, but it doesn't faze him one bit.

A smirk arises and he moves his head closer to mine, whispering in a dangerous, deep voice, "Trust me I will."

And suddenly his soft, plump lips land on mine.

The kiss is possessive, rough and hot, filled with long built tension being finally released.

His tongue moves out, licking my lips and asking for permission, but me being me, I refuse and keep my mouth shut.

And Ace being Ace, he always gets what he wants.

And he wants me.

With a chuckle he parts from me, giving me a chance to finally breathe and come to mind on. What. The fuck. I. Just. Fucking. Did.

"Ti piace giocare con me, coniglietta, ma ti prometto che non vincerai questo."

[you like to play games with me, bunny, but I promise you, you won't win this.]

He rips out a laugh from me.

Who does he think he is? Like he can decide who I do and who I don't have sex with.

I can sadly only now see through his plan.

He is jealous for some reason.

And for some reason. I like it.

Damn, like is a too easy word. I love it.

Fuck I shouldn't.

I really fucking shouldn't.

That prick is trying to get under my damn skin, teasing and breaking me away from other people and I fucking love it.

The strange jealousy in his eyes when Ares' hands were all over me tonight, the anger in his voice when he realized I was about to get fucked.

Keyword: was.

But I truly believe the right word is will.

Because I'm about to get railed by my enemy and I'm going to let him.

Get it out of the system, right?

"What games, stronzo?" I lean forward in a more teasing way, my breast pressing against his hot, hard chest and my hand landing on his breast.