sexual. || Enoch O'Connor (completed)

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(This chapter is literally all over the place, it was kinda a filler bc the next one is gonna be...for lack of a better word...juicy {I GAGGED I HATE THAT WORD}. I do apologize).

Enjoy :)

"Get the hell out."

Enoch walks over to me and pulls me to him. Edgar looks backs and forth at us with an angry expression. 

"You shouldn't have done that." He spits.

"I guess you couldn't hear me. Get the hell out." Enoch says a little louder.

More tears stream down my face from the pain in my hand. Edgar scoffs and walks out.

I break into sobs and my knees go weak. Enoch holds me up and I wrap my arms around his torso, crying into his chest.

"What did he do?" He asks softly and rubs my back.

"He kissed me...Enoch I-"

"Shh, you're going to be okay. I'm here." He says and walks me to my bed.

I sob into his shoulder as he rubs my back.

"Where are the others?" I ask and sniffle.

"They're all outside. I came in to get some water and heard a ruckus." He says. I look up at him and he look at my eyes.

"Your eyes are beautiful." He whispers. I slightly smile and sniffle more.

He wipes my tears with his thumbs and slightly smiles back.

"Enoch, thank you. Truly, if you hadn't come in here...I don't know what he would've done to me." I say and look at my burned hand.

"It looks like you can stand up for yourself though. And you're welcome." He says and motions to my hand.

"Stay here, I'll go get the ointment." He says and stands up.

"Wait...I don't want to be alone." I say softly. He looks at me with soft eyes and motions for me to follow him.

I hold his hand and interlock our fingers. He slightly tenses as we walk down the stairs, but relaxes when we reach the bottom.

"Vivian, if you just want to stay out here...I don't want you to be any more scared than you already are." He says softly.

"It's okay, I have you." I say quietly. His face flushes as we continue walking to his workspace/basement.

I sit on the familiar bench as Enoch gets the ointment and gauze.

"Are you going to tell Miss P?" He asks and gently takes my hand.

"I don't know..." I say as he applies the cold cream.

"We could always blackmail him." I say with a small smirk. Enoch looks up at me and arches an eyebrow.

"How so?" He asks and wraps my hand.

"Think about it, I'm assuming he wants to stay here, if we tell Miss P now she'll send him away. But if we wait, we could have him tied around our fingers, like a puppet." I say with a grin.

"Miss Stein, that is the best idea I have ever heard." Enoch says. I flip my hair sassily and laugh a little.

"Of course, he'd have to know the deal somehow." He continues.

"Damn, I didn't think abo- tonight, we can kidnap," I air quote the word, "him and deliver the news." I say with a grin the devil himself would be jealous of.

Enoch smirks and nods.

"Then we act like nothing happened until then." He says as we walk out of the basement.

"I should get back to reading." I say and motion to the stairs. Enoch puts his hand on the neck of his neck and opens his mouth like he wants to say something. I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"I want to h...help you." He says, hesitating a bit.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I say with a shrug. I start heading up the stairs, smirking slightly as I sway my hips. I hear Enoch slightly growl behind me and I bite my lip, letting my imagination run wild:

Enoch growls a little as he nibbles around on my neck, making me moan softly as my hands tangle themselves into his dark, wavy locks.

"Hulloooo? Vivian?" Enoch says and waves his hand I front of my face. I blink a few times and smile slightly.

"Sorry, I was...", imagining us having sex, "thinking about something I read." I quickly say. He nods and we continue walking to my room.

He takes a seat on my bed and I gently close the door, the clicking of the lock resonating throughout the room. Enoch arches an eyebrow at me as I make my way over to him.

"You know...you make me feel things, Enoch." I say softly and sit on his lap. His arms wrap around my waist and he smirks a little.

"What kind of things, Vivian." He asks as I fiddle with his hair.

"I don't know how to explain it... I guess you just... turn me on a bit." I whisper into his ear.

"A bit?" He questions. I bite my lip and let it slip out of my teeth slowly. Enoch's eyes go dark and he groans a little.

"You make me feel things too." He says lowly and pulls me closer to his chest, making me sit further on his lap. My legs wrap themselves around his waist and I can feel his hot breath fan my neck. I gulp.

"What kind of things?" I say, my voice coming out barely above a whisper.

"These kinds of things." He growls. In one swift motion I'm pinned under him, my crop top riding up a bit exposing the bottom part of my cream colored, lace bra.

His lips attack my neck in a frenzy of kisses, while my hands hold onto the back of his neck.

He hits a certain spot and I let out a soft moan. He smirks at me before going back to that spot and alternating between kissing and sucking at it.

Thank god I have full coverage concealer.

His hands roam my sides, bit really knowing where to go. I grab one of his large hands with my small frail ones and place it on my covered breast. He massages them and I let out a string of words I wouldn't want the children hearing, a long with a few soft moans.

Enoch pulls away, making me pout a little at the absence of his touch. He smirks and sits beside me. I sit up and fix my shirt.

"That's it?" I ask and quirk an eyebrow. He shrugs and puts his arms behind his head.

"Did you like... finish?" I ask softly.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Oh honey, I hadn't even started." He says with a small smirk.

"You know with how you did that it leads me to think you've done it before." I say and narrow my eyes at him. His smirk grows and he looks away.

A thought crosses my mind.

"Then why did you stop?" I ask, getting a little frustrated. He looks at me and his smirk grows.

"The real stuff, is for later; for when you're a good girl." He says, his voice gruff. My face heats up tremendously and I gulp a little.

"Kinky."