She paused as he stood her eyes shamelessly running over him. There was something so amn incredible about him, it was a mix of his danger, his power, and his obsession with her that drove her completely wild. She'd missed him way more than she was willing to admit even to herself. All he was doing was looking at her in the same way Gavin did, yet he made her heart race like Gavin could never. He walked over to her and she caught herself taking a few steps back, not because she was scared, but because when he touched her, she'd melt no matter how hard she tried to fight it, he'd have her.

He grabbed a handful of her hair yanking her head back until her eyes met his and she couldn't help the shiver that ran through her body. She should hate him for what he'd done earlier and he should hate her for her wicked head games, yet they were completely tied to each other. "You want to know what you have to do?" he asked raising a brow and she bit her lip, holding his eyes, she'd give anything for him to touch her. It was absolutely torturous to think he'd been alone with Skylar for months. She needed to know he still loved her, that he still needed her.

He kissed her then roughly an she couldn't help herself, she let out a loud desperate moan against his lips as she kissed him back hard, the kiss was desperate for his, like she was begging this kiss not to be a dream, because she'd had countless dreams of him that were almost unnervingly real while he'd been away. She hadn't even realized that he was backing her up into the house, because she was too distracted by the familiar taste of his lips and the way he made her burn from the inside out. She only realized they were back inside when he pressed her up against the counter so hard she knew she'd bruise but it only turned her on that much more.

He pulled away from her then and for a split second she was terrified he was going to stop all together, until he started to untie her robe, causing a wicked smirk to come to her lips. He spun her quickly then pulling her arms behind her tightly making her bit her lip. He took hold of her hair then and bent her forward of over the counter and as much as she wanted to fight it like she used to she couldn't, because she didn't want to risk him walking away.

"You're going to have to beg me until you can't take another second. Then maybe I'll fuck you." he breathed in her ear and all at once she let out a deep moan and her body trembled because she hadn't heard his voice sound that incredible in what felt like years. It was honestly like an addict who'd been kept far to long from their substance of choice. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck, her moans were short and breath now and he hadn't even really started touching her.

His lips continued to trail along her spine slowly and she already couldn't take much more. His teeth teasing her skin in between kisses and she was ready to beg him, because she wanted him so bad it physically hurt. She felt him smirk against her skin as he slipped her panties half way down her thigh making her hold her breath because she knew what was coming next and it was killing her every second passed like an hour. He slipped his hand between her legs then and started rubbing her teasingly seeing her entire body on fire.

"Shit..." she moaned desperately, it almost sounded like he was torturing her. She could barely even think enough to get any kind of begging out and it was painfully obvious what he was doing to her and she hated that all that time away, hadn't made her any less susceptible to his touch it had made her more helpless to his touch. She lend her forehead against the countertop, her breathing heavily as she tried to clear her head enough to talk. "Baby, please fuck me." she breathed. "Teach me a lesson, I need you to make me scream" she moaned. "I love you baby, fuck me hard." she barely managed.



It felt incredible to be with her again. It was safe to say that Enzo had fallen out of love with her. Not that it was anything she did, it was just how Enzo was. He tended to dive head first into things, give his all without thinking, but the second his attention was stolen and needed elsewhere he tended to stop caring about things that were in his direct reach or eyesight. Now that he was with her again, he'd fallen in love with her all over again and it was honestly like falling in love with her for the first time again.

"Fuck." she moaned, he smirked at her breathlessness, loving that he could make her feel that way. She pushed her hips into his touch and he started to finger her a little more rough. "I want you to fuck me hard." she breathed, he continued to touch her, not quite convinced all though his patience was wearing. "Punish me, make me forget he ever touched me. Please." he raised a brow, knowing who she was referring to and it honestly pissed him off enough that he thought about leaving her there all worked up and locking her in the room with no human interaction and no drugs. "Baby please fuck me." she breathed pulling him from his thoughts and calming his cruel thoughts down.

He lend in close again, his lips tickling her skin next to her ear as he spoke. "Or I could leave you here, alone as punishment." he breathed as he stopped fingering her, letting silence hang for a moment, before he sat up and flipped her onto her back again. He stood up then, like he was leaving. Only he smirked as he slipped off his jeans and boxers before crawling back into bed with her.

"Your lucky I've missed you way to much to walk away." he breathed before leaning in and kissing her hard. He slipped off her panties then and tossed them away before pushing her legs open as he started fucking her roughly. They fucked for hours, the rest of the day and all through the night. He was in total control. They stopped when he told her they could stop, she only got drugs if she begged for them. He refused to let her touch him unless he said it was alright. He controlled the entire night, never once letting her have even a second of control and he loved every second of it.

When he'd finally decided they were finished the sun was starting to come out. He rolled off her and pulled her to his chest. He was exhausted and honesty sore. He lit himself a cigarette as his body started to ach coming down from his high that was a mix of her and the drugs. He took a long drag off the cigarette, before placing it between her lip and lighting himself another one. He pressed his lips against her forehead while his freehand ran gently up and down her spine.

"I love you Willa." he breathed, his voice was quite and filled with exhaustion, but h meant what he'd said. "I'm sorry about everything." He breathed not really good at apologize, he'd tried to make it up to her as much as possible in bed, but still he wondered if that was enough. It was always in the back of his mind, the thought of losing her and that scared him more than dying.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take his taunting, if he didn’t fuck her soon she might go insane. His lips started to move their way up her spine making her shiver despite how badly she wanted to pretend her wasn’t getting to her. He continued to rub her roughly and she continued to moan, her with every touch her moans were louder and breathier and she didn’t give a shit who heard her. He kept her pinned against the counter making her helpless to his touch. It felt good though to have him back in control of her.
"I love you too baby girl." He breathed in her ear and just the ways his voice sounded made her let out a shuddering breath, because she knew he wasn’t done taunting. He really wanted to make her work for it. He slipped two fingers inside her then and her moan was caught in her throat, because it felt so fucking good she couldn’t even breathe. He moved to her bra releasing his grip on her. She felt his touch every even if he was only touching her in two different spots. She couldn’t even focus on what he was doing outside of his foreplay. She only realized he’d taken of his shirt when his bare skin burned her back as he lend over her. He fingered her faster and her breathing was beyond desperate at this point, she couldn’t even moan.

"I'm not sure you deserve it though." He breathed, his grip so tight on her hip it drove her crazy as he continued to finger her. "Make me believe you deserve it or I'm leaving you like this." He smirked against her skin and she let out an uncontrollable whimper of desperation. She wasn’t entirely sure how to make him believe she deserved it. Hell she couldn’t even moan and if he wasn’t holding her so tightly against the counter her knees would have already given out on her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to manage to pull herself together enough to give him what he wanted, but it was near impossible. Her breathing was heavy and her whole body was simultaneously tense and burning in the best way possible. She wasn’t sure if it was the three months of them being apart, the mass amount of drugs in their systems, or the simple fact that it was Drake LaCroix. All she knew was that She need to keep him from walking away.

“Your right, I don’t deserve it.” She breathed, clearly out of breath. She couldn’t pull away from him like she wanted to so she just continued to talk. “But you don’t really want to leave me like this.” She breathed glancing at him over her should wicked smirk on her lips as she held his eyes. “So why don’t you stop talking and show me why I left Gavin for you.” She taunted. She hoped like hell it wouldn’t make him walk away. She knew Drake well enough to know One the mention of Gavin would piss him off and Two he loved when she talked back, she was the only girl he put up with when she talked back to him because it turned him on. “Walk away babe, I’ll just follow you and make you want me all over again.” She breathed, barely managing to get the words out.



He loved her so much it was ridiculous. She was everything he shouldn’t want and he loved that about her. He couldn’t get enough of her and he was glad he hadn’t done the rash thing and stayed behind with a girl who’d meant nothing to him. She curled herself tighter against his body and even just that simple motion had electricity pulsing through his entire body, she did something to him no other girl could.

"I love you too and I'm sorry too." She breathed softly causing him to sigh. There was a part of him that was still plotting to kill Xander or even better have him killed, but just like Gavin or Skye he would be hard as hell to replace. Sure all of their tension and relationships were fuck up, but at the same time Xander was loyal as fuck and that was hard to find. "Can you shoot me up please?" she said pulling him from his thoughts and he smirked.

He stood up out of bed then and pulled his boxers back on. He dug through his suite case, before he started to cook up some kind of drug. Finally he filled a needle with a jet black liquid. He went back over to the bed sitting down next to her. He grabbed her arm and set the needle on the inside of her elbow, teasing her skin purposely with the point of the needle.

“This shit’s highly Addictive.” He breathed honestly holding her eyes. “You see Drake and I have been cooking this shit up sense before you and Jetta. Dad never knew about it.” He shrugged as he explained. “This was the real reason we had to kill that rat. He was trying to sell this stuff.” He scoffed. “But it’s going to make us even more untouchable.” He breathed honestly. “It’s going to make us Gods.” He said so dead serious it was almost terrifying to think him and Drake could be any more powerful.

“That Hollywood bullshit, that was our dad’s thing.” He shrugged. “This will keep you high for hours, make you feel fucking incredible, but it won’t fuck you up like other drugs, it keeps you mind clear.” He breathed before shooting her up, then shooting himself up. He lend in kissing her hard then. “It make all the pain go away.” He promised in an underling dark tone. His lips moved along her jaw then and down her naked body once again, ready to fuck her all over again.

He grip her hip tighter making her wince, however she loved how rough he was with her. Everyone else was scared they’d break her, he on the other hand wanted to break her. She bite her lip resting her forehead on the counter, when he smacked her ass so hard her skin stung and she let out a moan in both pain and pleasure. Her jaw clenched knowing exactly what he was doing and she hated that he knew exactly how to get her off.

"Say his name again and I will stop, walk away, and leave you here." He practically growled and she couldn’t help but smirk wickedly as he smacked her ass again. She loved that he was jealous, that he hated the thought of her with Gavin. It reminded her that he really did want her. He lend over her and her heart raced, her breathing picking up knowing he was finally going to fuck her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and she pushed her hips into him as he finally started to fuck her hard.

They fucked for hours, only stopping when they needed to refuel on drugs and booze. Being with him again was beyond incredible. Even when her body begged her to stop she continued to push herself. Because she knew the second they stopped fucking reality would close in around them again. She was always insecure about Sky and Drake would always wonder if every time he left the room she was fucking some other guy. While they were together though none of their mistakes mattered. Nothing mattered but each other and Jetta wished it could stay that way forever.

However, she was far past thinking her girlish dreams would ever come true and so when they were finally finished, sometime in the early morning, she let out a small disappointed sigh as he rolled off her even though she wanted to pull him back for more, her body was too physically exhausted. They ended up in their bedroom at one point, she couldn’t quite remember how. He was everything to her no matter how many times she told herself she didn’t need him, at the end of the day he was the reason she did everything she did. As pathetic as it sounded, he was the reason she stopped just before ODing and the reason she continued breathing every single miserable fucking day of her life.

She laid on his bare chest listening to the beat of his rapid heart as it slowed down, reminding her that he was still just as human as her. She tend to put him on a pedestal most of the time like he was some kind of God. Despite the fact they’d just finished, her lying on his chest still sent a fire through her body. She drew shapes on his skin, barely able to keep her eyes open and she slowed her breathing down.

“Babe, I want in.” she breathed, her voice a soft whisper. “The only reason you need Skye is because she’s useful, replace her with me.” She said like it was that easy, she knew though his answer even before he said it. He wouldn’t even consider it. After all she was only a useless model or at least that’s what everyone thought of her and Willa.



"Fuck." She moaned, making him smirk wickedly. "This shit is going to ruin me." she breathed and he raised a brow at her words. Willow rolled them so that he was on his back as she climbed over him and he let her have control for a moment as she lend over him kissing him hard. He kissed her back just as hard, he was ready to fuck her all over again like they hadn’t just finished. Her hands slide down his chest making him groan as she slipped her hand into his boxers.

Her touch was intensified, he could feel more than ever and his entire body was in a sort of ecstasy that was far beyond anything else thanks to the drug. He sat up warping his arms around her pressing their bare chest together, he laced his hand into her blonde hair kissing her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips.

However He paused kissing her. Not only do the drugs make your head clear, they make your sense almost superhuman and so, in one quick motion he shoved Willow off the bed, and onto the ground. Teddy had left which meant aside from Drake and Jetta, him and Willow were alone. Normally they had there men, several men. They’d sent all there men back to LA though and they were ultimately unprotected. Someone knew. Someone had been watching them. The drugs in his system had made it possible to hear the cocking of a gun just outside the door.

He dressed quickly, motioning for Willow to stay on the ground. He was oddly calm like he knew exactly how much time he had. He didn’t hesitate as he grabbed his gun and loaded it. He glanced to Willow then, dark look in his eyes suddenly as he tossed her clothes, he lifted his finger to his lips as a signal for her to stay quite. He moved to the door then and in his head he counted to three before firing two shots through the door.

He opened the door then, two bodies lying on the floor with a bullet in each of their heads as perfectly as if Enzo had been able to see through the door. He smirked. “Mother fuckers.” He breathed. “Hey baby girl, we gotta leave.” His voiced had a calmed but urgent tone to it.