Chapter 44
Vanessa
“Are you sure you’re ready to go back to school?” Lorenzo asks from the bathroom doorway.
It’s been a week since I was taken and saved by Matteo and Lorenzo. We spent a couple of days in Harbor Point, Lorenzo wanting me to be checked out by a doctor while we waited for Matteo to get home.
Once he arrived, after ensuring that every woman who had been taken was now safe, I told Lorenzo I needed to go back to school. It’s already paid for, and the semester only just started, so if I return now, I can take my classes and graduate on time.
I assumed I’d return to my dorm, but Lorenzo wasn’t having it. He rented a house just off campus and had my stuff brought here. And since I have no desire to be away from him or Leo, I didn’t argue.
“I’m ready,” I tell him. “You might want to treat me like I’m fragile, but I’m stronger than you think.”
He sighs and steps into the bathroom, turning me so I’m facing him. “It’s not that I think you’re fragile. You’ve been through shit nobody should ever have to go through, and I want to make sure you’ve healed.”
“I’m okay,” I say for the millionth time. “I’ve already met with a therapist, and … I was lucky. Aside from being drugged and a bitch slap to the face, I wasn’t hurt. Some of those women …”
I shudder at the thought of what they endured. While we were waiting to be auctioned, I spoke to a few of them, who told me they’d been there for months, being raped and abused.
“Now, are you going to take a shower with me?” I lift my pajama top over my head, exposing my breasts, and Lorenzo groans.
It’s early, six in the morning, since I have an eight o’clock class, and Leo is still asleep.
When Lorenzo felt me slide out of bed, he followed, trying to convince me to stay home another day.
But it’s not happening. I need to graduate, and I won’t let what that bitch did stop me from finishing what I’d started.
I slide my shorts and underwear down my thighs, then kick them to the side, and Lorenzo’s gaze heats.
“You’re killing me,” he mutters just before he sighs and peels his shirt off, dropping it onto the floor.
It’s been weeks since I’ve seen him without his shirt on, so I take a moment to appreciate him. Only, when my eyes land on his right pec, I notice fresh ink that wasn’t there before.
Two playing cards.
One king and one queen.
“When did you get this?” I whisper, stepping closer and gently placing my fingers over the tattoo.
“A couple of days after Christmas.” He slides his shorts down his legs and kicks them to the side.
Then he steps into my space, his hands sliding under my butt and lifting me into his arms. “I was missing the hell out of you and needed something to remind myself that we were permanent,” he says as he walks us into the shower.
Tears prick my eyes. “But we didn’t agree to anything.”
“Wild Card”—Lorenzo traps me between the wall and his hard body—“we didn’t have to agree to anything for me to know that you’re the one for me.
” He leans in, and his lips softly caress mine.
“You’ve been mine since the moment you drugged my ass and tricked me into marrying you.
” I throw my head back with a groan, closing my eyes, and Lorenzo chuckles.
“Since you jumped into my car and begged me to take you home with me.”
“Stop,” I whine.
“You’ve been mine since you won over my son.”
I open my eyes. “I love him so much, Lorenzo.”
“I know you do, and you’ve proven it over and over again.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and then pulls back. “And we love you.”
He reaches down with one hand and guides himself into me, filling me to the hilt. And then, using the wall to hold me up, Lorenzo fucks me slow and deep, coaxing an orgasm out of me.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs as I come around his cock. “And I’m yours.”