Chapter 10 #2
“My eyes are up here.” He teased, his breath warm against my skin.
“I wasn’t looking. Don’t flatter yourself.” I scoffed.
We circled one another like predators, the gym morphing into a fierce battleground where every step, every breath, reverberated as a calculated move in our tense game of cat and mouse.
The air was thick with anticipation, and my heart pounded like a drum in my chest, a relentless rhythm that fuelled my heightened senses.
I could feel every muscle tense, every nerve on edge, as I meticulously tracked his every move, noting the subtle shifts in his stance, and the glint of determination in his eyes.
Lorenzo struck first, his movement swift and deliberate, his hand darting out like a striking serpent to seize my waist. But I was prepared, my muscles coiled and ready to spring.
With a fluid twist, I slipped from his grasp, my body weaving around him like a dancer evading an unwanted partner.
My own hand lashed out in a swift arc, targeting the vulnerable spot beneath his ear where the skin was tender and exposed.
Yet, with infuriating agility, the bastard deflected my strike, his reflexes as sharp as his intentions.
“Not bad.” He nodded. “But you’re holding back.”
“And you’re overconfident,” I retorted, my voice steady despite my racing pulse. I kneed him in the thigh, one sharp strike, hoping to weaken him, but as he absorbed the blow, his hand gripped my wrist, spinning me into him. His chest collided with my back as I let him have that one.
“You can’t win,” he murmured as I tried to break free. I knew I could but I’d underestimated his strength. He was relentless, and I could feel my skin bruising beneath his hold.
Maybe it wasn’t the original move I’d have chosen, but without thinking, I reared my head back, head butting him in the face. It might have been a desperate move, but it worked, catching him off guard as he released me. “Fuck,” he cursed, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure.
I watched as he straightened his body, his hand rubbing at the sore spot on his forehead where I’d struck him. His gaze was dark, his expression unreadable as he yanked me back into him. “You’re full of surprises, wife, but this isn’t over.”
“It’ll never be over with us, will it?” I scoffed, challenging him, and not giving in.
“Not until I put you on the floor in triumph.” His lips twisted up into a dangerous smile.
“Okay, no holding back,” I promised.
We circled each other once more, tension crackling in the air as adrenaline coursed through my veins like an electric current.
My mind raced, calculating my next move with precision.
He was undeniably strong and skilled, a formidable opponent in his own right, but I had my own set of strengths honed over years of training.
My grandfather's lessons echoed in my mind, a testament to the discipline and skill he had instilled in me. I wasn’t about to let Lorenzo underestimate me once again.
The determination in my eyes was a silent promise that this time, I would not be taken lightly.
He lunged at me with a sudden burst of energy, his movements swift and meticulously calculated.
But I was prepared, my senses heightened and my stance steady.
I sidestepped gracefully, targeting his arm with precision.
As anticipated, he dodged my strike with a fluid motion, his reflexes as impressive as ever.
We continued our intricate dance, moving around the mat that lay at the centre of the gym, our feet barely making a whisper against its surface.
The room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of our breathing and the occasional thud of our bodies colliding with intent and force.
There was something about Lorenzo tonight that I couldn’t put my finger on.
His eyes darkened when he looked at me, his grip lingering a moment longer than I expected.
It was hard not to feel the heat building low in my stomach.
What should have felt like pure anger was something far more dangerous.
What the fuck was going on with me?! He was an absolute bastard, but the things he could do with his fingers and mouth were out of this world. Unwanted, but incredible.
We paused for a second, our chests heaving and eyes locked, both wondering who would emerge victorious.
“I have to admit, tonight has been entertaining.” He whispered, his breathing more ragged than before.
“What part? When you spoke to me like shit in the kitchen or now?” I asked as his arm snaked around my waist firmly.
He inched his face closer to mine, his breath mingling with my own. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart, matching my own.
“Here. Now.” He breathed. “You distracted me, though.”
“How did I manage to do that?” I asked as his fingers traced the line of my jaw, sending unusual sparks through my body.
“By this,” he said, his voice rougher than before. “By the way you move, and the way you fight me. No matter what I throw at you, you give what you get.”
“Careful, Lorenzo, you sound like you’re softening towards me.” I laughed, his jaw ticking at my words.
“That’ll never happen, just remember that,” he murmured as I tried to pull away. He stopped me. “God, Anastacia, I can’t stand you, but all I want to do is kiss you,” he growled.
“Do you think you can walk in here and just—” I began, my voice getting cut off as he leaned into me, his lips brushing my ear.
“Just, what?” He smirked. “Use you? Fuck you, perhaps?”
“You’re a prick,” I hissed.
“And you’re a liar,” he countered. “You want this as much as I do.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, of course I did, but the words caught in my throat when he slammed his lips to mine. The kiss was fierce, demanding, and so fucking hot. I knew I should’ve ended this game, but his words, his touch, his proximity was all too much.
“You know I’ll regret whatever this is after, don’t you?” I murmured against his lips.
“So will I,” he retorted back, his feelings matching mine as his voice was hoarse with desire.
The kiss grew more urgent and intense as my clothes became an obstacle to him.
With a swift, tearing motion, he ripped open my tank top, letting the shredded fabric fall carelessly to the floor.
His eyes descended to my exposed breasts, his gaze was filled with hunger and urgency.
He pressed me firmly against the sturdy beam, where my knife still hung, while his lips traveled a rough, passionate path down my neck, leaving a tingling trail in their wake.
His hands cupped my breasts, his touch igniting a cascade of pleasure that rippled through my entire being.
I arched towards him involuntarily, momentarily forgetting the animosity that had once consumed me, as my fingers wove themselves through his thick hair, pulling him closer.
“Fuck.” I moaned as his dominance took over.
Lorenzo’s hands moved lower, his touch deliberate and skilled. “Tell me to stop.” His words were firm, but I couldn’t tell him despite wanting to. My body betrayed me, but I didn’t care. “You can't, can you?”
“I can, but I won’t tonight.” I managed.
His grin was smug and triumphant, but he hadn’t won yet. He wouldn’t touch me tonight. I’d be the one to make him come this time.
“You’re not in control here, Lorenzo.”
“Neither are you, but we can pretend, can’t we?” He dipped his head lower, his mouth hovering over the swell of my breast.
I pushed down his sweats. His cock sprung from its restraints, a series of metal bars on the sensitive underside of it.
He had a Jacob’s ladder piercing. I could only imagine what it would feel like as he fucked me, a mixture of pain and pleasure intertwined.
His cock throbbed with need as I wrapped my hand around him, my touch firm but gentle.
“Fuck, Ana.” He moaned, his head falling against mine as I stroked him with slow, deliberate movements. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Maybe,” I responded, our eyes meeting for a second. My confidence soared as my touch weakened him slowly.
“Then get on your knees and suck my cock, wife,” he ordered.
For once, I didn't fight against him. I didn't even hesitate, I was fully aware that I could turn the tables on him just as he had done to me earlier that day.
I slowly sank to my knees, flicking out my tongue, the tip grazing the first bar and sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body.
A secretive smile played on my lips, knowing I would make him savour every electrifying second.
My warm breath ghosted over each bar as I took him into my mouth, moving slowly at first, wanting him to become as lost in the moment as I had been that morning.
Teasing his sensitive skin beneath the cool metal, he let out a deep groan.
His fingers tangled tightly in my hair, pulling me closer.
My mouth travelled rhythmically up and down the length of his cock, while my hand firmly gripped the base, both working in perfect harmony.
Each calculated movement was deliberate, and designed to push him closer to an explosive climax, sending him rocketing over the edge with pleasure.
Slowly, inch by inch, I took him deeper as he thrusted into my mouth.
His hips moved, trying to take control but I wouldn’t let him have it.
I quickly regained dominance whilst tracing the length of his cock with my tongue in a way that had him cursing my name repeatedly.
I sucked gently as my cheeks hollowed. His fist tightened and I knew I had him where I wanted him.
I gripped the backs of his thighs as tears sprung to my eyes.
“Good girl.” His voice was hoarse as his eyes burned into me. He was enjoying watching me on my knees for him. “I never knew my wife would be able to take me so well.” I moaned around his length, enjoying knowing I could get him off any way I wanted.
He pulled my mouth from him by my hair, my lips swollen and ready for more. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Don’t waste a drop.” I slid my mouth down his cock once more, listening to the sound of his moans filling the air around us.
“Fuck!” he hissed as I dug my nails into his skin.
His cock twitched against my tongue. He was close. Taking him deeper than before, I pushed him over the edge. His body tensed as his come hit the back of my throat.
“Ana.” He roared his release, my scalp burning beneath his hold as he tightened his fist.
His breaths came out ragged as I pulled my mouth from his cock, swallowing every last drop just like he wanted.
“I think,” he said, his voice steady despite his heaving breaths, “that I’ve underestimated you for the last time.”
I rose to my feet, my body flush with satisfaction as I felt as though I was back on top—right where I needed to be.
But as our eyes met, I saw something beyond this game we played, beyond the power dynamics and the unspoken challenges.
There was something hidden deep within his.
Maybe it was a spark or a glimpse of a connection that threatened to unravel every single thing.
“Take my top. I don’t know who you’ll bump into at this time of night.” He gave me no time to respond as he slipped it over my head. “Don’t take that as me caring. I just don’t feel like murdering any of my men tonight because they saw you half naked.”
“Such a gentleman.” I scoffed, feeling as though we were back to how we were earlier.
“I’m anything but one of those.” He pulled up his sweats without taking his eyes off of me.
“Trust me, I know.” I grabbed my knives and water bottle before making my way to the door.
“Ana,” he called after me.
“Yeah?”
“This weekend, we have a dinner to attend. Your father will be in attendance.” He breathed. “You will play the part of my loving wife. We cannot look like anything other than what people expect.”
“And what might that be?” I didn’t turn around. I kept my back to him as he spoke.
“My alliances expect perfection, especially since we’re a newly married couple.” There was a warning in his voice. I had to hide my laughter at the seriousness.
“We’re anything but perfect.” I scoffed. “My behaviour all depends on my mood, and I have no idea what mood I’ll be in come the weekend.”
“Anastacia,” he warned.
“Goodnight, Lorenzo.” I waved my hand over my shoulder and left him standing alone, just as he preferred to be.
What was that tonight?
I must have been out of my damn mind.