Chapter 16
ONE WEEK LATER...
We’re sitting at the table having dinner, and I’m feeling bored. The week has been wonderful—Lorenzo has kept me entertained in every possible way—but I’m tired of being cooped up here.
“What’s wrong? You seem lost in thought,” he asks.
I sigh and push the food around with my fork.
“Are we going to be here much longer?”
“As long as necessary. What’s wrong, are you sick of me?”
“No. I’m sorry, Lorenzo. I don’t want to seem ungrateful. But I’m a little bored.”
He looks at me and reaches out, taking my hand.
“I know it’s hard being here with nothing to do, Lola, but this is for your safety.”
“I miss Sofi.”
“I know. But believe me, we’re dealing with completely ruthless people who could hurt you. They’d do it to get to me—it has nothing to do with you personally.”
“I don’t know how to live like this. I’ve always been free. And why are Sofi and I targets if you’re the one they’re after?”
He smiles, shakes his head, presses his lips together.
“This person realized how important you are to me before you did.”
I look at him, not understanding, and pop a potato in my mouth. Lorenzo stares at me. I feel self-conscious.
“Could we die?”
He sets down his fork, picks up his juice and takes a drink, then puts the glass back on the table.
“Not if I have anything to say about it.”
We finish dinner and wash the dishes together.
“Want to go to the village, take a walk?” he asks.
“I do.”
“Then let’s go.”
While I’m getting ready, he pulls up outside. When I come out the door, he’s there with a little buggy, and he honks the horn. I smile.
“Where did that come from?” I ask, surprised.
“I ordered one so we don’t have to walk. Come on.”
We head to the beach, driving slowly along the shore. Up ahead, we spot a crowd of people.
“What’s that?” I point.
“Live music. People singing, dancing. Want to check it out?”
“Yes.”
He stops the buggy and we get out. People are having fun—a couple is up front with the microphone, singing, and plenty of others are dancing. A man walks past us and looks me up and down. Lorenzo puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me close.
“If I knew how to dance to this kind of music, I’d ask you to dance. But I don’t.”
“That’s okay. I’d rather just watch people dance anyway.”
“Want something to drink?”
“Just water.”
“I’ll get it.”
Lorenzo leaves, and it’s not long before the man who was eyeing me earlier approaches.
“Hey, beautiful. Want to dance?”
“No, thank you. I don’t dance.”
“Come on, I’ll teach you. Come here.”
He grabs my hand. I pull away.
“No, thank you.”
“Come on, beautiful. You’re really going to turn me down?”
The man wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me toward him. Out of nowhere, he’s yanked away from me, and Lorenzo punches him in the face. Without hesitation, he throws one, two, three punches, and I scream.
“Lorenzo, no, stop, stop it...”
Lorenzo doesn’t stop, no matter how much I scream. The man goes limp, and I think he’s going to die. Some people finally pull them apart. The man is on the ground, his face a bloody mess.
“That’s so you never put your filthy hands on a woman who isn’t yours again.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me away. He helps me into the buggy, starts it up, and drives back to the house like a madman.
I’m scared and crying. I’ve never seen Lorenzo like this.
We arrive, and he stops in front of the house and storms inside.
I follow him—he’s furious. He grabs a stool from the table and hurls it to the floor. I jump.
“Stop it, Lorenzo,” I beg through my tears.
He comes to me, wraps me in his arms, and buries my face in his chest, kissing my hair.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, forgive me.”
I cry. He holds my face in both hands and stares at me.
“Lola, forgive me. I can’t take it anymore—I want you. I almost lost my mind when I saw that man grab your waist and pull you toward him. I want you to be mine. All mine.”
I cup his face and pull him to me, kissing him. He responds, and damn—what a kiss.
He bites my lips and sucks on them, slides his tongue into my mouth. I grab him tighter. He pulls me against his body, his hands sliding down to my waist, gripping me. My skin burns everywhere he touches.
It feels good, and I want him to keep touching me like this. Then one of his hands slides down to my butt, pulling me even closer. I feel his large hand under my shirt, his fingertips caressing my skin.
He lifts me by my butt and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel both his hands on me this time, and when he squeezes, my whole body goes weak.
Lorenzo carries me to the bedroom and lays me on the bed. I tug at his shirt, and he looks into my eyes.
“Do you want to make love with me?”
“I do.” I hold his gaze.
“Are you sure, Lola?” He traces my lips with his tongue.
“I am, Lorenzo. I trust you.” I run my hands through his hair and pull him closer by his waist.
I feel his hardness against my body, and it sends a tingle through my pussy.
“I’ve been crazy about you since the first day I saw you.”
He kisses me once more, then lifts my shirt. He kisses my shoulders, my neck, works his way down to my belly, unbuttons my pants and slides them off.
I’m in my panties and bra in front of a man for the first time in my life. I feel embarrassed, and he notices.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, it’s just... this is the first time a man has seen me like this.”
“I feel honored by that.”
He goes back to kissing me, takes off my bra, and I immediately cover my breasts with both hands. He smiles.
“Move your hands. I want to see them.”
I slowly move my hands away. He kisses my breasts. I must be blushing like crazy.
He runs his tongue over my nipple and I feel a rush of pleasure that echoes in my pussy, like there’s a thread connecting the two.
Lorenzo lingers there, moving from one to the other. A muffled moan escapes me before I even realize it. He trails kisses down my belly, and I love it.
He moves to my legs, kisses my feet, then works his way up with kisses. When he reaches my thighs and runs his tongue over them, I moan again.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slides them down. I feel so embarrassed, but I don’t say anything. He smiles.
“Relax, it’s okay. My God, you’re beautiful, Lola.”
He takes off my panties, kisses my belly, and returns to my thighs. He kisses my groin, then suddenly runs his tongue right down the center of my pussy.
I nearly cry out in surprise—it feels so good. He almost moans himself.
“You’re so wet, Lola.”
I close my eyes because I’m too embarrassed to look at him.
I’m not going to pretend I didn’t know people do this—I’ve watched some sex videos online out of curiosity—but feeling someone actually do it to me is completely different.
I look at him—he’s still dressed—and I want to see what he’s got.
“Take off your pants.”
He laughs.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you? Focus on what I’m doing to you.”
He starts sucking my clit, and it feels incredible. He runs his tongue all over my pussy and I grab the sheets just to hold on.
He kisses and gently bites my groin, then goes back to sucking me. Suddenly I feel a shiver run through me, something like an electric current shooting down my spine. I can’t explain it.
My body trembles and waves of pleasure wash over me. My pussy contracts, I moan loudly, and he intensifies right at the perfect spot. I explode in screams and moans.
He looks at me with a smile.
“You had your first orgasm, and it was with me. In my mouth.”
I’m breathless.
“That was amazing, Lorenzo.”