38. Lorenzo
CHAPTER 38
Lorenzo
L ooking at Isabella made my stomach burn. The anger that I had made no sense. I knew that she truly wasn’t at fault for Cristian’s lost faith, and I would never regret ending Father David’s life. But even knowing that logically, I couldn’t stop the flicker of anger burning away at my gut.
“We were talking about something important.”
Isabella raised and lowered one shoulder daintily. “Aren’t you always?”
She was baiting me, and Goddamn her, but it was working. “So, you interrupted an important work meeting so that I can punish you?”
“Wouldn’t that make you feel better?” she asked, and there was something about the way she was standing, the expression on her face, that told me that it wouldn’t only be me who would benefit. “I mean, we could talk things through if that’s what you needed,” she said, even as I was thinking of all the things that I could do to her to get rid of all of this misplaced rage, “but I think we both know that our communication skills are largely nonverbal.”
A nasty smile made its way across my face. “If you want me to fuck you, Isabella, you could just say that.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Her nose wrinkled as a frown slashed deeply into her face. “I don’t want—” Irritation and uncertainty twisted through her features. Her hands balled into fists and relaxed again. She looked like she was close to tears. “Never mind, this was a mistake.” Her eyes met mine, defiant to the last. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” she said, and although her words were polite, she sounded like she was telling me to go fuck myself.
Well, that wouldn’t do at all, would it?
Isabella turned, but before she could make it two steps, I grabbed her arm and hauled her into my office, slamming the door behind us and flipping the lock. I pushed her back against that closed door, pinning her against it, minding not to press too hard on her belly. Her eyes were already impossibly round and wide.
“You want to help me feel better, right?” I asked, and after a moment of hesitation, Isabella’s head dipped in agreement. “You told me to punish you.” Again, she nodded. “Why would you want that?” She had enjoyed our games before, of course, but I wanted to hear her reasons.
It took her two tries to say: “Because I think we both need it right now.” When I continued to stare at her, unmoving, she added, “Cristian told me about the other man who attacked me.”
I reached out and cupped her face, gentle despite all of the anger that still existed, boiling in my gut. “If he wasn’t dead, I would do the same thing to him that I did to Father David.”
She nodded and leaned into my touch. “I know.”
Still cupping her face, I leaned down and kissed her, just as sweet and soft as my touch. “Do you want to do this here or in our room?” I kept my words light. Now that I had an outlet in front of me, my chest was already feeling lighter.
“Our room.”
Isabella wriggled against the bonds tying her to our headboard. She was positioned on her side, so that she was comfortable, but both arms were secured over her head. The ankle laying against the mattress was also tied to the bottom of the bed. While she had one leg free, so that I could move her how I liked, her movement was limited.
“Comfortable?”
“No,” she mumbled.
I chuckled, running my hand over her scarred flank. She shivered. “You can feel your hands, yes?”
She wiggled her fingers. “Yes.”
I hummed. “Do you remember what you need to say if this is too much?”
“Red.”
I made another soft noise of agreement. I reached over and moved her free leg so that it was bent at the knee, with her foot flat on the bed. I smirked at the wetness already shining on her inner thighs. “Already excited, Isabella?”
She jerked in her bonds, as if she were testing them. “Not that,” she murmured, glancing at me as best she could over her shoulder.
Not what? When it clicked, my smile became wolfish. “What’s wrong?” I asked, taunting her. “You don’t like it when I use your name?”
Isabella glared, even as my fingers brushed over her and made her shiver. I traced over her scars again, gently, and then over the swell of her belly, and then up and over her breasts. I pinched one of her nipples, already hard for me, and she let out a little yelp.
I leaned down and took her earlobe between my teeth, nibbling. “ Dolcezza ,” I murmured to her, and a shiver traveled down her spine.
“Yes,” she hissed out, trying to buck into my touch and whining when she couldn’t. “Please.”
I clicked my tongue against my teeth. “This is a punishment,” I murmured. “If I give you what you want, then it wouldn’t be very effective, would it?”
Reaching between her thighs, I ran my fingers through where she was wet and wanting. Isabella moaned pitifully because I knew that it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. I toyed with her for a while until she was shivering. “Please,” she whined. “I need—” I sank my finger into her pussy, and she clamped around me, as if she were trying to suck me in. “ Yes .”
I fucked into her with deliberate, steady thrusts, curving into that spongey spot inside of her that made tears spring to her eyes. As her breathing quickened, and her hips tried to kick into my touch, I slid away, leaving her gasping. “Whaaaat?” she mumbled. “Why?”
I waited for her to calm down, kissing softly at her shoulder, before I started up again. This time I circled her clit with my thumb, and her noises took on a near-hysterical pitch. Just as her thighs began to shake, I pulled away again, leaving her wanting.
A thought sprung to mind, and I rolled away from her. “I’ll be right back, dolcezza .”
* Isabella *
There was an electric buzzing beneath my skin. Two orgasms being wrenched away from me left me aching and wanting. What in the fuck is he doing?
I listened hard, trying to figure out what Lorenzo might be planning next, but he was all but silent as he sank back on the bed. He touched me again, but along with his fingers came something cold and…rubbery.
“What is that?” I asked, trying to jerk away, groaning when I wasn’t able to. A part of me enjoyed being tied up and at Lorenzo’s mercy, but right now, I would give anything to roll over and be in his arms.
I heard a soft click , and then whatever he was holding against me began to vibrate, and I was immediately thrown into a pleasure that was almost overwhelming. “Lorenzo,” I cried out, nearly panicked.
He hushed me softly. I felt his lips against the back of my shoulders, along the nape of my neck. “That feel good, dolcezza ?”
It did, but I couldn’t relax knowing that it was all going to be taken away from me. “Please,” I begged as my lower belly went tight. It built and built and built and?—
Lorenzo pulled the vibrator away, and I nearly screamed as the pleasure was suddenly gone. I sucked in a breath, trying to steady myself, but I couldn’t.
“You’re taking it so well,” Lorenzo murmured. “You can handle a few more, right? You trust me, don’t you?”
I was crying, trembling, but I did trust him. Even if this was hard and would stretch me to my limits, I knew that Lorenzo would be there to catch me. I let that thought relax me, keening at the praise he whispered in my ear, even as he pressed the vibrator back against my clit. It buzzed back to life, and my spine bowed. Pleasure that was almost painful gripped me again, and I clenched my hands into fists, ground my teeth together, anything that might anchor me against this assault on my senses.
But it was no use. I whimpered as I began to climb that peak again, and just before I could reach the top, Lorenzo took it away. Instead of letting me come down fully, however, the vibrator was back before I had caught my breath. When he turned it on, the setting was higher, and I screamed. Pleasure and pain roared over me, sending my body into spasms, and I tried to clamp my thighs shut around his hand, but he kept me spread with an ease that made me feel even more helpless.
I couldn’t breathe. I was spiraling. My safeword, my “make it stop” word, was on the tip of my tongue, but before I could utter it, Lorenzo swore, “Oh, fuck this,” and all but threw the vibrator away. Before I could shriek out my frustration, he shifted, and then he was pressing himself, hot and hard and too much, inside of me.
“ Fuck ,” he groaned against my neck. “You have to relax, dolcezza . You’re clenching down so hard I can barely move.”
I tried to listen, I really did, but my mind had spiraled into that place that was soft and somewhat detached from the rest of me. I could feel the zaps of pleasure zipping up my spine, coiling through my belly, but I was also floating above that.
Lorenzo reached above us, and my arms went slack. He brought them down, and we were wrapped up in one another. “Be here with me,” he growled as he thrust into me.
It took a moment to force myself back into a body that felt more like a shaking, raw nerve, but then: “M’here,” I murmured, voice hoarse. I brought his hand, clasped in mine, up to my mouth and kissed it clumsily, reassuringly.
“Come with me,” he commanded. Our bodies clapped together in a way that would be completely embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good. “Now, dolcezza .”
As if my body was completely attuned to answer his demands, I soared into orgasm, shaking and whining as I was finally able to let all of that horrible tension go. Lorenzo’s hips jerked, grunting, as he spilled himself inside of me.
We lay there for a long while afterward, holding each other. “I meant to stretch this out for longer,” Lorenzo admitted, “but you looked so damn beautiful, taking everything that I gave you. I couldn’t resist.”
I patted his hand, laughing breathlessly. “Thank God for that.”