The Queen in Hell

A Struggle

I look away as he walks into the living room. I don't want to speak to him, or look at him or entertain this wild electricity pulsing in between us. Yes I want him, badly but I can't give him the satisfaction. He has to apologize or maybe just I don't know say something nice! I'm not sure what I want from him anymore. I can't just force people to talk about their feelings, sometimes being a therapist is hard when it comes back to my real life issues. And after all this I'm still not sure how I feel about him.

Ugh I bang my head against my book as his shadow lurks in the kitchen. It's been a few days like this. No conversation, nothing! He's just been stubborn and cocky and silent. Not even dinner he sits down and eats with me. No he purposely stands and cooks for me! Ugh why?!

I relax myself down and decide to get myself a snack. Yes I'll get myself a snack. I make my way to the kitchen where he chops up onions and go the fridge to grab and cheese stick. I take it and a water and attempt to move when I feel his body brush against my back as heat attacks me and I blush. That was a purposeful shove and I scowl turning to see him smirking as he puts his onions into his pan.

Hmm that's how he wants to play it. Right when he walks behind me again I drop my cheese stick purposely and then bend down my bottom grinding up against his front and I slowly lift myself back up. My heart is racing and I don't want to see his reaction. That was so bold that I can't even breathe! But he simply rubs back up against me on his way to his frying pan and I feel like I've lost!

So I do the only thing I know will gain me ultimate victory and I fake fan myself before removing me shorts and my tank top from my body leaving me in my black matching set. I can feel his eyes on me as I toss aside the clothes and open up my cheese stick for eating.

Don't look in his direction! I repeat in my head as I take a bite and hop up on the kitchen island. He's watching I know he is because I feel his eyes burning holes in my body. And before I can take another bite he's in front of me, he grabs my hand and slowly, his red eyes capturing mine lowers the cheese stick to his mouth. I can't breathe as his eyes don't leave mine and my heart is racing. He smirks at my reaction and I can't deny how hot I feel. I jump down my body falling glued against his.

"Move" I say trying to keep my composure. But I know I am losing my confidence as my cheeks are flushed and my palms sweaty.
"If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to tease me" He retorts caging me in against the island and smirking.
"Well until you apologize for your reaction earlier and have this conversation with me, teasing isn't there to please you, it's there to make you suffer" I say trying to move out of his grasp.

"And suffer I will" He says doing a once over my body with his eyes and it makes me want him more.
"Enzo"
"Adeline!"
"Why are you so difficult?!" I yell and he scowls.
"Me? Your the one taking your clothes off in the middle of the kitchen!" He yells back clearly frustrated as he rubs his hands viscously through his hair.
"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about!" I reply crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes flutter down and then back up as their fire filled red is transformed with desire.

"Adeline, if you don't move or put your clothes back on I will tie you down blind fold you and show you 100 shades of grey" he demands as his face comes closer to mine. His minty fresh breath is sharing the same air as me and I'm trying to get my breathing under control but it's not working!

"You won't touch me" I say shrugging and when his hand reaches for my hip I move aside.
"Your playing a dangerous game kitten" and I feel like he might be right!
"No I'm gonna teach you, what it feels like to want something you can't have" I say grabbing his belt and pulling him closer to me boldly. He licks his lips and I release him moving out from under him and grabbing my clothes.

I don't stop to see what his reaction is as I leave the kitchen and make my way to the couch. Lorenzo needed some stimulation to conjure what his true feelings may be. As bad as I want to throw this charade in the trash and give in, i can't. I need to know what we are, where we stand. I can't just keep playing this game of painful pleasure when my heart is aching for him and I can't think of anything else.

This is gonna be harder than I thought. It's definitely going to take some serious will power. But I'm ready, somewhat for this struggle.