Chapter 2 Wrapping My Hands Around His Cock

Evelyn’s POV

I watched as they dragged Grace’s lifeless body out of the room. Just like that, she was no more.

My breath hitched at the traces of her blood leading to the exit door. I have seen piles of blood before, but I have never seen someone murdered cold-bloodedly.

“You.” Lorenzo pointed at me, like I was some kind of meat he was planning to butcher.

“Come here!” His voice echoed through the walls of the room, vibrating the glass windows.

My body froze.

Every bone in my body began to weaken, my pulse pounded so violently that it took me a moment to realize it was my own heartbeat.

And for that moment my legs refused to move.

“End her if she will continue wasting our time,” he ordered without looking in my direction.

And one of his men stepped forward, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. I bent quickly to dodge the bullet, throwing my hands up.

“I… I… will do it!” my voice shattered.

With just a wave of hand from their boss, he withdrew and stepped back, his broad shoulders still squared, waiting for the next instruction.

Panic took over every inch of my being. Just a moment ago, I thought I had lost it all.

And now I had to go and awaken a dead manhood for my life to be spared.

Lorenzo’s head followed me as I took slow steps, one after the other, until I was standing before him.

He hissed, his eyes locked on my skin, almost tearing me apart. “Do I scare you?”

Jesus Christ!

Is this man insane or what?

How could he be asking me such a silly question when only his breath could rip out a person’s heart?

“N… no…” I lied, trying to stable my trembling hands.

I knelt down between his parted legs. My hands danced with fear, praying and hoping that every single breath I took right now would not be my last.

Lorenzo leaned closer to me, his harsh breath brushing my skin. “You might as well say your last prayer before trying.”

God.

How on earth did I get myself to this place?

I could have chosen another profession. Maybe that would have made me never see him again. Or I could have cooked up any excuse to avoid tonight’s shift.

My throat knotted, making it almost impossible to swallow. “I… I will give it a try.”

He fell back, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. “I love me a stubborn bitch,” amused and almost about to smile.

My eyes flickered in surprise.

Was he actually smiling?

Like the cold, ruthless devil could actually put on a smile.

That was the only hope I needed.

Maybe he could portray himself as immortal, but this smile alone told me everything I needed to know.

There was a faint trace of something human in him.

“Now get back to work.” His face went back to something darker, almost putting fear back in me. But I shoved it off.

This was my only way of walking out of this building alive.

My hands quivered as they hovered at his pants. Fear torn inside me.

His eyes followed them.

Waiting.

Eager to see me fail.

And just like that, my journey of life and death began.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and then pulled it out.

My eyes bulged.

He was huge, veins etched around.

Even though it wasn't hard enough at the moment, it made me feel something I was not supposed to feel, something that I had never felt before in my life.

For some reason, I was no longer shaking like before. I knelt down, glancing at the huge meat staring at me.

And I saw it in his eyes too.

There was a shift in how he reacted immediately when my hand touched him.

He did not talk. He did not move.

But I saw it.

Although he was trying to hold back.

I buried my head down and began my job.

The first stroke felt like nothing to him, but I saw it. His chest raised and fell immediately.

Then I gave him the second stroke. I watched his cock begin to swell, begging for my full attention.

His lashes fluttered, betraying the terror he fought so desperately to mask. that was when I believed that maybe I was actually going to get my full life if I did not stop.

I gave him the third stroke, then another one.

Again….and again.

Harder this time and then faster.

“Fuck.” He growled under his breath, his fingers curling into a tight fist.

He was losing it. He couldn’t control it anymore. His knees began to shake like someone who is in seizure, and for some odd reason, it felt like this should never end.

I was enjoying seeing him lose control.

The devil himself melting under my touch.

And before I could think straight, his hand tightened around my wrist. “Enough!”

My breath hitched.

He turned to his men. “Get the rest out of here.”

Just like that, I was left alone in this massive room with the devil himself.

I should be confronting him now, maybe try my luck to see if I could end his life too. But no one dares to challenge the devil.

I watched him as he struggled to steady himself, every breath that came from him sounding like a drum of danger, yet I couldn’t run.

He lifted his head and our gaze met.

Something awakened inside me. Something that shouldn’t exist.

The monster who stole everything from me was sitting right in front of me, and instead of doing something to make him pay, my body was just here reacting to the dangerous heat that came from his eyes.

Lorenzo held my hands so tight that I thought he would hurt me. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“I… um…”

Fuck.

I couldn’t even talk again. I didn’t know if it was because of the fear or the way his closeness made me feel.

“I…”

I shut my eyes so tight.

Okay… you can do this, I convinced myself.

He tilted his head, then lifted my chin. “Do I have to remind you that I don’t appreciate it when someone wastes my time?”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry. My name is… Eve…. Evelyn Martins.” My voice cracked.

“I don’t give a fuck about your name though.” He leaned in, eyes like steel. “I want you right here, right now,” he added bluntly.

My eyes darted around his. “What… do you mean?” I asked, fighting to steady my voice.

He did not speak. At least not for a while.

The room went silent, every breath that came from me louder than the other.

Then he drew in a rough breath before landing his eyes on my body, sweeping every inch of me as if that alone could strip me bare.

I felt shy and covered myself with my arms even though I was aware that I was fully clothed.

His mouth curved into something way more dangerous. “What I mean is that I want to fuck you…” he murmured, trailing his finger along my arm’s length.

“What? You must be out of your mind!” I yanked away his hands.

His laughter came out broken, making me wonder how any of this was even funny to him.

“Oh no, little human… you must surrender to me.”

He cupped my cheek, drawing a lazy line on my lip. Slowly, unhurriedly, and in all my life as an adult, I had never been this confused.

How I shivered at his touch, not from fear but from need. And to make it worse, an ache bloomed inside me, alive and insistent, reaching for him in ways my mind refused to accept.

His fingers ran from my lips down to the sensitive part of my neck and then stopped at my chest.

I flinched.

His piercing eyes burned into mine, sending tingles down my spine, awakening parts of me that I didn’t even know existed.