When he pulls back from me, I suck in a lungful of air and look up at him, but it feels like I’m in a daze. Is this real?
When his hands skim over my exposed flesh and I shiver against the window, I know it is.
I have so many questions, but one slips past my lips. “You’re mine too?”
Lorenzo presses his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath. “Yes,” he purrs the word, and my grip tightens. “I was afraid, Daisy. Of you. Of your brothers. Of what it all meant.” He closes his eyes, and a pained expression crosses his face. “When I found out you were putting your body up for auction, I almost lost my shit. I knew what I needed to do.”
I gasp, “You were afraid? The big bad mobster? The man who has killed without remorse? You were afraid of me?”
Lorenzo smirks but doesn’t answer, instead he kisses me, pushing my lips apart and twining his tongue with mine. His hands feel like they’re everywhere. When he picks me up, my limbs wrap around him as he pulls me away from the window and carries me deeper into his home. The softness at my back tells me he’s laid me on his bed.
His scent, smoky and rich, surrounds me and my pussy floods. He’s always been able to make my body do things it’s never done around anyone else. Only him. I start to grind my hips against his and the way he groans only makes me want him more.
His words are still swimming through my head. His demands, his expectations. Can I really believe this is more than one night? He wants to keep me? It’s heady and unbelievable, but my entire being yearns for it to be true.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight,principessa. Then you’ll know who you belong to,” he growls against my lips, and I’m lost to the euphoria of it all.
He wrenches away from me and stands at my side, looking me over like he’s going to devour me. I desperately want him to. “Please, Lorenzo,” I moan and arch my body toward him.
“You look so fucking good wearing that sheer baby doll. You look all innocent, but I know there is sin and ruin underneath.” He whispers darkly, “We’re going to ruin each other.”
My lips curve into a smirk before it drops and my breath hitches because the man I’ve been wanting starts to undress in front of me. My eyes devour every inch of him as he exposes himself to me. He keeps his black boxer briefs on, but they do nothing to hide his impressive cock or how hard he is.
“I’m going to fuck you until you soften to my demands and know I’m telling you the truth,” there’s an edge to his voice.
I lower my eyes because while I’ve always been able to hide things from everyone, Lorenzo sees right through me, and I never realized just how much he really saw. Did he know about my crush for years? He must have. Embarrassment fills me and I don’t know what to do about it other than squirm on his fancy thread count duvet.
“Don’t look ashamed, Daisy,” he barks at me, and my body stills as I look at him. “Up on your knees.”
I scramble to follow his directions. When have I ever scrambled before? Jesus, what the fuck is this man doing to me?
When I’m kneeling on the bed before him, he uses his fingertips to touch my exposed flesh and my skin feels like it’s about to combust. Is it possible to come from someone touching your arm? When he circles my hard nipple through the lace there, I cry out as my entire body shudders.
The wicked smile on his face is filled with triumph. “So responsive,” he croons.
Before I can stop him, he rips the flimsy fabric from me. “You ruined it,” I gasp. I don’t even understand why it upsets me, but then he’s snapping the sides of the matching panties. I’m naked and panting in front of him. My voice is tinged in awe and wonder, “Is this really happening?”
“Yes,” he groans when my hands connect with his pecs, needing to touch him, needing to make sure this is real. My hands slide down the front of his chest until I reach the band of his boxer briefs and I tug them down. When his cock springs free, my eyes widen. I’m a virgin, but I’ve watched a lot of porn, so I’m not clueless. Still, this is the first cock I’ve ever seen up close. His voice is low and husky, “Have you ever seen a cock before,principessa?”
I shake my head, my mouth watering as I look at him and see a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. When I swipe my thumb across it, Lorenzo shudders. It makes me feel powerful as fuck. As I look into his eyes, I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck his taste off it, moaning as I do.
“You were my first kiss, Lorenzo,” I admit softly.
My back hits the bed again and his body is above mine, pressing me into the mattress and making me feel small, but not in a bad way. He makes me feel safe, the weight of him giving me comfort in a way I never knew I needed. His pupils are blown wide, and I know he’s barely hanging on.
He kisses me hard, all teeth and snarls and vicious pleasure as if he’s trying to fill my memories with our kisses instead of the absence of him. I welcome it with my entire heart, my entire soul. When he rips his mouth from mine, I want to beg him for more, but then he’s kissing and nipping at my neck and down my chest. Each scrape of his teeth is rough along with the burn of his stubble against my soft skin.
I welcome the feeling; it makes me feel alive and free when I’ve felt trapped for so long. My body arches, wanting to be closer, needing it, but his large, strong hands hold me down. I squirm against his hold, but it’s relentless as he bites down on one of my nipples and I cry out.
He groans, “So fucking perfect. Gonna ruin you,principessa.”
I almost giggle because he’s said that before, but then he’s biting down again before soothing the pain with pleasure as his tongue laves at my flesh. He gives the same treatment to the other side as his cock slides against the lips of my pussy. I can hear how wet I am when his shaft rubs against me.
“Please,” I beg, and Lorenzo’s eyes snap up to mine, allowing me to see how much it’s been torturing him not to be with me. It soothes something inside of me and makes me want to submit to him.
His hands are rough against me as he slides down my body, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaves love bites along my skin, marking me as his. “I love it when you beg, Daisy.” He growls, “You’re in so much trouble because you thought you could sell of something which never belonged to you in the first place.” His eyes narrow as he settles between my thighs, throwing my legs over his shoulders roughly. I love how he’s not gentle with me or treating me like I’m glass when so many others in my life have done just that. “I’m going to force you to come with my mouth, hard and fast.”
I know a threat when I hear it, but I’m not scared. I’m fucking eager. My thighs shake as he lowers his head, his hot breath against my skin pushing me closer to the edge of bliss.
