My Enemy’s Daughter

CHAPTER 26



HENRICO ZATTANI

The girl is crying in my arms, keeping her lips closed and shivering like she’s freezing cold. I pull her closer to my chest, keeping her warm and safe. I don’t like the feeling I’m feeling right now, it refers to a protective instinct. I want to take care of her and dry her tears, when not so long ago I decided to keep my distance from her.

“Shhh…it’s okay. No need to cry, honey.” I kiss her black strands and run my hands down her back in a gentle caress, trying to soothe her.

I don’t know what were the reasons that brought her here, straight to the wolf’s den. But I know she’s not well and I want an explanation.

“You do not understand.” he says, pulling away from me.

I groan, hating the emptiness I feel when she leaves my arms.

I change my expression quickly, adhering to an indifferent posture, and tilt my head to get a better look at her.

“Then explain it to me.” I murmur. Her eyes stare at me with a different glow, they are red and puffy from crying and my chest tightens to see her like this.

Damn.

What is this girl doing to me?

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“I don’t understand. What exactly is a lie in your life?” She huffs, wiping away her tears and looking me straight in the eyes.

“That.” He points to the clothes on his back, holding the thin fabric of the silk shirt, adopting a strange expression as he stares at the shirt.

I squint at where she looks, trying to make sense of her words.

She looks like a mess. I mean, she looks like a much bigger mess today than usual. “And, what’s the damn problem with your shirt, anyway?”

“I don’t understand you.” I confess, still staring at the fucking fabric.

He lets out a sigh, shaking his head from side to side, looking at me like I’m a fool.

“I hate gray. It’s lifeless and ugly.” He grimaces.

I massage my temple, seeking the patience to understand.

“So why are you wearing it?” I ask calmly.

“That’s the point, it was set aside for me to wear today to the perfect family photo shoot, like most clothes. This color conveys seriousness, commitment and makes me the reference daughter, different from the other young people.

“Do you hate the blouse?” She shakes her head, pouting like a spoiled child.

“Yea.”

“Take it off. I order, staring at the green irises flooded with tears. His pupils increase in size, his face being covered in tomato red.

“What?” Stutters.

“If you don’t like it, then you shouldn’t use it. You’ll never have to do what you don’t want to do when you’re with me. Never. ” I say that holding his gauze. She swallows hard, looking undecided about her next action, but she’s not running away yet.

“If you don’t, I’ll come over and do this chore for you, beautiful.” I blink, crossing my arms for a sober image. I follow with an eagle gauze the movements of her fingers to the hem of her shirt, Amelia stares at me hypnotized, uncertainty shining in her expression seconds before giving in, then my heart lurches as the garment starts to rise and reveal details of the skin. white and smooth.

“Do not stop.” I growl when she makes a move to give up midway.

I follow his movements like a fucking spectator, looking forward to the scenes of the next few chapters like an addict. With each piece of skin revealed, my anxiety increases and my heart accelerates in its beats. Fuck!

The shirt is now piled on the floor, discarded as useless, and it has just awakened the demon in me. The girl bites her lips in nervousness and looks away my, I can’t contain the wicked smile that forms on my lips at her coy attitude. I drink her in with my eyes, running up and down her body, taking in her flat stomach and finally settling on the two mounds, covered in a black lace bra and satin straps, so fucking sexy I have to look away. I clear my throat. I sit on the small sofa that I keep in my room, I caress myself.

“Sit here and tell me what the hell happened. The truth.” I speak in an accusatory tone, making sure there’s a lot more to it than just a boring shirt. She sniffs at me, looking incredulously at my lap and huffs.

“Don’t give me orders!” he exclaims, quickly changing expression. I smile, enjoying the tension in the room. She walks over to where I am, sits down next to me, frowning, and I almost let out another smile. I turn to face him, lying on my side on the small sofa.

“Do not look at me like that.” It says.

” Just?” He rolls his eyes, turning to me, adopting the same position as me.

“Like I’m easy prey.” My smile widens at his words.

“Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what’s repressing you from the inside out at once.” She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is.

Damn, focus!

She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife’s younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old.

“What happened?” I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he’s still looking at me.

“Please Amelia. You came here for a reason, don’t be a coward.” I tease, not resisting and touching her pink lips.

“I don’t know why I came looking for you.” He says in a shaky voice. I keep stroking her mouth, enjoying hearing the little gasps she tries to suppress.

“You know, sweet girl. You came here because you know you can tell me anything.” I slowly move my hand down to reach her slim waist and squeeze, marking her skin with my fingers, claiming her as mine. She sighs, breathing hard and fast. I bring my other hand to his leg, smoothing it over the dark denim of his pants. “Come on, honey. Tell me what torments you.”

I pull her onto my lap in an act, preventing her from having any chance to protest. His hands grab my shoulders immediately and we’re level with each other.

“What are you doing, Henrico?”

“Listening to you. Now stop complaining.” I lower my hands to her round ass and squeeze her, making her climb a little higher in my lap and sit on my cock. Fuck! Bad idea.

“Argh… you idiot, get your hands off me.” He complains, restless not realizing that his movements only make the situation worse.

I hold her above me, preventing her from continuing her dance.

“Stop being silly, damn it!” Who put the damn tears in your eyes, Amelia?” I growl, a hand on her chin and force her to face me.

She remains silent for a few seconds before lowering her shoulders and therefore her guard.

“My mother is going to separate from my father.” He says, his eyes flooding with salty drops again.

I frown and loosen my grip on her chin, giving it a gentler squeeze.

“Explain it straight, beautiful. Is your mother going to get rid of Augusto’s shit? It’s your turn to frown and look at me.

“You hate him, but please respect my pain. They are my parents.

My heart squeezes when I realize the fragility contained in his words, there is suffering in them. The girl may be eighteen or older, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t suffering from the whole situation. I force myself to be impartial and listen without sarcastic comments.

“Excuse me.’ I murmur “Go ahead,” I plead, touching her neck and shoulders.

“It’s not that I didn’t know my marriage to them wasn’t going well. My father always prioritized work, power for him is as fundamental as air, however, I never believed that my mother would jump into the sea.”

I nod, listening to his speech.

“She has someone.” I finish and the girl looks at me scared.

“How do you know?” Suspicious question. I shrug. Easy.

“Your mother doesn’t seem like the half-hearted type, and I don’t think she would have left her father if she didn’t have someone by her side to support her.

“Yes, an ex-boyfriend. She met the first man and loved him, the guy who was her fiance when she dated my dad. And guess what?” Says sarcastic. I don’t say anything, understanding that she just needs me to listen.

“He came back for it. The guy’s a doctor, I only know him by name. After all, the idiot wanted it back. Stupid.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“You shouldn’t judge your mother. If she’s not happy in the relationship, support her.” No one is forced to live an unhappy life to please others.

“She lied to me! She was in a relationship all this time without consulting me. She didn’t think about her own daughter when all I do is please her.” He confesses, using an angry tone. And I don’t know why I do what I’m about to do, but I get close to his face and kiss his forehead.

“Don’t be a boring brat, you’re of age. Your mother waited until now to get out of your father’s shackles, try to understand her. She’ll be tough enough to deal with that motherfucker and the media, she needs your support and not your scorn.

“You are on her side for hating my father, but what you cannot understand is that my tears are for me. I am her only child, I deserve the truth. Augusto is my father, despite all his faults, not the person deserves to be betrayed.

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes, Amelia doesn’t know her father. He probably has a dozen mistresses lying around, after all, wasn’t his mother one of them?

“I understand your side, but this isn’t about you. It’s their life, let them figure it out.”

“I played a role, Henrico, destined to be someone I’m not, while she lived her own fantasy and kept me out. She trapped me and let go of her wings.” She whispers, as if talking to herself, wiping away a stray tear. Right now, I hate your mother as much as I hate your father. I lift her chin and look at her, diving deep into the green irises.

“Do you want to break free, Amelia?” I ask, feeling my chest heave.

“Yes, I don’t want to care what they say anymore.” I can’t contain my smile as I analyze the girl’s figure, shirtless and sitting on my lap.

“You’re already doing it, honey. Look where you are sitting. Your ass is planted in the lap of the guy who hates your dad.” She looks down.

“Damn it.” I groan when she decides to get up and gives up in the process, sitting down hard on my most sensitive spot.

“I don’t care,” she says, wiping away her tears.

“No?” I question her, finding the sudden firmness in her green eyes amusing. They are so beautiful when they are full of tears.

“No. I want this, teach me how to be a bad girl, Henrico.”

I let out a weak laugh, really liking the seriousness with which she asked.

She taps my shoulder and I groan.

“I’m serious!” she growls at me. I throw my hands up in surrender and she huffs, already annoyed. Cute. I grab her by the chin and force her to face me.

“You’re already a bad girl, Amelia. You have no idea how cruel you are being to me in this position.” I say, looking down at his shameless body on top of mine.

I lick my lips, looking down at her breasts near my mouth.

“A very bad girl.”


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