Chapter 9 #2
“F-fuck.” She moaned as her hand fisted my hair.
“You’re mine, Ana.” I breathed against her pussy, the warmth of my breath sending goosebumps over her skin.
“I’ll never be yours.”
“You…” I lightly spanked her sensitive clit as she moaned in ecstasy.
“Are.”
Spank .
“Mine.”
Spank.
“Fuck, Lorenzo.” She was almost there, she was so damn close.
“If you want to come, then beg,” I growled, grazing her clit with my teeth.
“I’ll never beg you.” Her head snapped up, her eyes meeting mine as she watched me flick my tongue across her sensitive flesh. I’d never tasted something as intoxicating as her.
A sly smile spread across my lips as I slowly removed my fingers from her, her eyes widened in surprise. She knew exactly what I was doing. She didn’t want to beg, that was fine, but I wouldn't let her finish. I wouldn’t let her come.
“What are you doing?” she snapped. The look of anger and disbelief on her face was priceless.
“You should have begged.” I smirked.
“I hate you,” she sneered, sitting bolt upright in bed.
Did I want to claim her orgasm? Of course I did, but I wouldn’t until she begged me.
“Good.” I winked and left her close to the edge and alone.
The following morning, I relaxed in my office, sipping an espresso as I waited for the wrath of my wife after denying her.
“You look incredibly smug today.” Red arched his brow as I chuckled from behind my cup.
“No, not smug, just waiting and preparing myself for Ana’s arrival. She’ll have plenty to say this morning.” I placed the cup on the desk as Red sank into the chair opposite me.
“She sure had a lot to say last night when she stabbed you.” Red laughed. “Gino said he’d never seen an entry so clean.”
“She knows what she’s doing, that’s why. I underestimated her.” I tsked.
“Enzo, you honestly did. Do you really think she would want anything to do with you after you kill her father?” Red asked.
“She’s turned her back on her family, she has nobody other than me and her dear grandmother, and as you know she doesn’t have much time left.”
“And you don’t think she’ll just up and leave? Disappear without a trace?” he questioned.
“That woman is my wife, she will remain with me, whether she hates me or not. I will not let her leave my side.” I grinned, thinking just how much fun it would be.
“So, you don’t want her to end up like her father then? Was all that at the wedding just talk?”
“Red, you know I’d never kill my wife, even if she begged me, I wouldn’t,” I smiled, knowing she’d never beg for anything, she showed me that last night.
I glanced at my watch, strumming my fingers on the desk. Seven-thirty. It might have still been early for her. I wasn’t sure what her routine looked like yet but I would soon enough.
“Do you think Ana would feel anything if you kill her father? You know the mentality they have. The mentality she was probably brought up with.” Red was as clued in as I was.
“I guess time will tell, won’t it?” I said, sipping my coffee. “But she’ll have to live with the memories of her father’s death, just like I did mine, and whether she loves him or not, it still won’t be an easy memory to live with.”
“Do you care about her? Even just a little bit?” he asked.
“You already know the answer to that, Red.”
“Alright.” He nodded. “But let me ask you something, why did you kill Joey then? If you don’t care about her?”
“Because that bastard made a comment about sharing her, and even if I don’t care about her, she’s still my wife and nobody will ever speak about her that way.
” I placed my cup back on the desk, keeping my eyes firmly on my friend who wanted me to falter, and wanted me to let my guard down. But I wouldn’t.
“So, Joey ended the night with a bullet in his head, and Rox almost choked to death. Yeah, it sounds like you really can’t stand her,” he laughed.
“I swear to God, Red, if you—” I was interrupted by a knock on the door. “There she is.”
“And that’s my cue to leave.” He beamed, slapping his palms on his thighs as he stood to open the door. “Morning, Ana.”
It took me a minute to register that she may as well have been wearing nothing at all.
Her pale pink satin pyjama shorts barely covered her ass as the matching top stopped just below her breasts.
I cracked my neck to the side, my fists tightening where they rested on the desk as I allowed my eyes to roam over every inch of her.
What was she playing at?!
“Morning, Red.” She flashed him the sweetest smile, but all I got was a venomous one. “Lorenzo.” She winced as if it killed her inside to say my name.
“Morning, wife,” I managed through clenched teeth.
Red left us alone, closing the door behind him. She lowered herself into the same seat he was previously in, and despite how I left her last night, she looked very satisfied.
“Got something you want to say?” She relaxed her forearms on the arms of the chair as she seductively crossed her legs. I fought the urge to look.
“A couple of things, yes.” I leant forward, my eyes meeting hers.
“Well, go for it, I’m waiting.”
“You’re looking incredibly satisfied for someone who wasn’t allowed to come last night.” I strummed my finger on my lip, waiting to hear exactly what she had to say.
“Who said I wasn’t allowed to come? You?” She rolled her eyes with a cheeky giggle. “I don’t need you to make me come, Lorenzo. I can do it pretty damn good on my own.”
Excuse me?
“I should thank you, actually. That shower head had the perfect spray to get me off.” She looked so smug as she spoke, and I should have hated it, but all I wanted to do was bend her over my desk.
“So, just know I don’t need you to make me come nor do I need to beg for release.
” She rose from the chair, her shorts riding up even more than before. “Enjoy the rest of your morning.”
“And do you think I have nothing more to say? Trust me, Ana, I’m not done,” I informed her, pushing the chair back as it toppled to the floor.
“I didn’t think you were.” She paused near the door, knowing I’d be behind her in a split second.
I pushed her body against the hard wood as her palms flattened against it. A sharp breath escaped her, and she side-eyed me. She was trapped, and I loved it.
“Want to finish what you started?” she challenged.
I teased the waistband of her shorts before sliding them down her legs. She was naked underneath. It angered me knowing she was waltzing around the house with next to nothing on in front of whoever was around.
“Never wear these around the house again,” I whispered as I kneed her legs open. I slowly ran my finger along her slit as she let out a shaky breath, giving into me already.
“I won’t beg, Lorenzo,” she murmured.
“We’ll see.” I ran my tongue along her neck, tracing the hickey I gave her, the anticipation building rapidly. “You can’t defy me, Ana.”
I spun her around to face me as her chest began to heave with need and desire.
I forced her leg to wrap around my hip while my thigh pressed between hers, keeping her where I wanted her.
I sank my fingers deep inside her. Watching her bite back a moan was everything I never knew I needed.
Her body was betraying her and I loved it, knowing there was nothing she could do about it but give me all of her.
“You’re so wet for your husband. Good girl,” I growled against her ear. “Even though you hate me.”
I thrusted my fingers into her, hard and relentless, as her body arched into mine. I continued to pin her to the door. My free hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the delicate curve of her neck.
Her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling as my fingers moved faster, pushing her to the edge. She may hate me. She may hate the way I was making her feel. She may even hate the struggle she was having between giving in and letting go or walking away.
“You belong to me, wife.” I hit the spot she needed, and she let out a moan of desire.
“Never.” She gasped, her voice barely audible as she struggled to catch her breath.
I tightened my grip on her hair, digging my fingers into her scalp as I leaned into her, my lips brushing her ear. “Liar,” I whispered.
I curled my fingers inside her, pressing my thumb against her clit. That’s when the control she wanted shattered. A broken, delicious moan escaped her lips as her nails dug into my shoulder. I wasn’t going to let her come yet. I’d lead her to the edge and dangle her there for as long as I wanted.
“Say it,” I demanded, her gasps and moans mingling in the air. “Say who you belong to.”
She bit her lip, forcing herself not to speak, knowing if she did, I’d win. I circled my thumb over her sensitive clit as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.
“I can’t.” It almost sounded like a plea as her eyes flickered open to meet mine.
“Say it, Ana.” With one forceful thrust, her lips parted and I knew she was about to say those words. “You know you want to.”
“I’m yours, you bastard,” she snapped, anger and pleasure mixing within her.
“Too right, you are.” I smirked, sounding all too smug and satisfied as her body shook against mine. “You’re mine whether you like it or not.”
“Lorenzo.” She breathed, but my name was lost in her moans.
“Come for me,” I ordered as she finally let go. Her legs trembled, and she chased the orgasm that surged through her. All the willpower she held when she walked in had vanished from within her.
I released her hair, sliding my hand down her body to grip her hip. Bringing her body against mine, my erection was hard and insistent against her thigh.
“Do you really think this changes anything?” she just about managed to say, her voice weak and unconvincing.
I let out a low chuckle. “It changes everything.” I smiled, brushing my lips against hers before pulling away. “You’re mine now, Ana, and trust me, I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
I let go of her and took a step back, smoothing the wrinkles from my shirt with deliberate movements, trying to act as if our moment hadn't just unravelled me slightly.
She leaned against the door, her hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes bright and alive, and I couldn't help but acknowledge how beautiful she looked.
“The only person to make you come will be me. Nobody or nothing else.”
She clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought the urge to scream at me. She may have hated me more than she hated anyone, yet she just came all over my fingers like a good fucking girl.