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It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more.

With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more.

He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience.

Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited.

"Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance.

Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Enslaved By Desire

The sun had barely risen when Isabella's shrill voice cut through the quiet house. "Enzo! Don't you dare walk away from me!" she yelled, her voice echoing from their bedroom.

Amelia was still asleep in her small room when the noise jolted her awake. She groaned, pulling the thin blanket over her head to block out the shouting, but it was no use. Isabella's voice grew louder, the argument spilling out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

"You think you can just ignore me? You're pathetic, Enzo! I won't let this go!" Isabella screamed.

Amelia sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. "What now?" she muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

Just as she stood up, she heard Isabella storming down the stairs, her heels clicking loudly against the wooden floor. "Amelia!" Isabella's voice was sharp, filled with rage. "Amelia, get out here now!"

Amelia sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. "This woman is impossible," she said under her breath.

A house Divided