Chapter Twenty
Leonardo
I sit in my library, surrounded by shelves of books and the comforting scent of aged paper. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a desk lamp casting a warm ambience.
For the past two hours I’ve sat here, all I’ve done is think about Lorena. It’s late at night, and I needed a change of scenery from working in my office all day. The moment I sat down behind this desk, I realized what a bad idea coming here was.
The first time I touched Lorena, heard the sounds of her moans and felt her slick heat against my fingers was in this library. I can vividly recall the way her moans filled the air, echoing through my pounding chest. The arousal in her eyes lingers in my memory. The way she’d moaned my name that night as I pressed her against a bookshelf, not caring if someone walked in on us. Her touch, gentle and electrifying, still sends shivers down my spine.
I miss her.
It’s pathetic, considering I just saw her yesterday, and we live in the same house. But ever since the night at Sinz Swing , I haven’t touched her the way I want to.
I’ve been a mess. The torture of seeing her around, having her smile at my siblings, laugh at something her kitchen assistants say, and talk to me like I’m just her boss, makes me want to rip my hair off my head. The torture of having her around me and not being able to do anything about it is at times too much to bear.
I am a follower of rules. I have principles and standards which I follow to the core. I have an orderly way of doing things, and these constructs are what make me the ruthless businessman and mafia leader that I am today.
The mere thought of Lorena makes me want to break all those rules. I never have sex with my employees and have them retain their jobs, yet she still has hers. I never have sex with the same woman more than once, yet I want to have sex with her over and over again till we both can’t breathe. I never kiss women on the lips, yet I want to know what she tastes like, to feel our tongues intertwine in a delicate dance. I never feel anything for the women I sleep with, yet my heart pounds at an irregular pace whenever I think about her.
She is the only woman I’ve ever missed, apart from my mother, and in this scenario, she doesn’t count. Lorena’s absence leaves an ache in my chest, a longing that only she can ease.
The silence of the room is broken by the shrill ring of my phone. Startled, I reach for it, my mind reluctantly shifting gears from thoughts of her to the device in my hand. My spine stiffens slightly when I glance at the name on the screen.
Vito, my second in command. Vito never calls me, except to relay important information. These past days, I've been so preoccupied that I've neglected to keep tabs on the looming war that could erupt any moment now.
As I bring the phone to my ear, I take a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever news awaits.
“Don,” Vito’s gruff voice meets my right ear. “I have information you will be pleased to hear.”
“Then get straight to the point,” I say gruffly, grabbing the bottle of whiskey on my desk and pouring some of the liquid into a glass cup.
“I've had Pedro's whereabouts pinned down for weeks,” Vito reveals, his tone grave. “Been keeping a close watch on him. Turns out, Roman's been avoiding our arms shipment because he's cozying up with Pedro.”
The information hits me like a brick in the chest. It’s not regularly that my men betray me. But in the few times I’ve been betrayed, it sucked more than I like to admit.
“Pedro is also expecting a weapons shipment from him, and everything will go down in New York,” Vito says.
“I need the names, dates and location of everyone involved,” I growl.
“Sure thing, Don. I’m still working on it and trying to gather more information. When everything is finalized, I’ll let you know,” he assured me.
I take a sip of whiskey, letting the liquid burn my throat on its slow path down.
Vito speaks again, his voice a pitch deeper.
“This will be the best time to attack, Don.”
The reason why Vito and I work well together is because we think alike.
“I know.”
A stream of light filters through the door on the other side of the library. When I raise my head to look, I see Lorena closing the door behind her.
A sudden rush of arousal and electricity fills me.
“Let me know when you get any new info,” I tell Vito, watching in awe as Lorena sashays towards me.
“Will do, Don.”
The moment the call ends, I fling my phone across the desk and focus all my attention on her.
She walks towards me, her movements almost magical. The dim light touches her body, giving her an ethereal glow. Her long hair is pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her delicate jaw and pale, soft skin and her smooth face. When she fully steps into view, I’m struck again by how beautiful she looks. She looks like she just came from the pages of a fairy tale. Except, she isn’t an angel or a fairy. She’s a seductress, the force sent to bring me to my knees.
“You didn’t come out for dinner,” she says, coming to sit beside me on my desk.
Her smell hits me. The vanilla scent wafting from her feels like honey against a man’s tongue.
I lean back into my seat so that I can see her properly. Feeling the heat of my gaze against her skin, she crosses one leg over the other, the soft skin of her thighs peeking through the slit on her trench coat.
“Couldn’t stand seeing you around me and not being able to touch you,” I drawl.
I can tell my honesty shocks her because her green eyes flash with something sinful and dangerous.
“Mm. Well, I’m here now,” she purrs. “You can touch all you want.”
A deep chuckle escapes me as I catch sight of the seductive smirk on her lips. Without hesitation, I seize one of her knees, pulling her closer until she's directly facing me. Moving to part her legs, I'm met with a sharp slap against my hand.
“No touching, not until you kiss me.”
“I believe you're in no position to give me orders,” I counter, my gaze locked with hers, watching the way her pulse hitches in her throat.
“And I think we're way past the point of you being surprised that I don't follow your commands.”
“Really?” I challenge, rising to my feet.
Lorena swallows thickly before she nods. When I bring a hand to the side of her face, she makes a low moaning sound deep in her throat.
“That damn mouth of yours. I really should shut you up every chance I get.”
“What’s stopping you?” she replies, inching her face closer while I instinctively lean back.
“Use your words, princess,” I say, the nickname slipping out unintentionally.
But that’s the last thing I care about now, because Lorena spreads her legs herself, and I’m currently standing between her thighs.
“You won’t touch me down there until you kiss me,” she murmurs.
“Down where? Your pussy?” I ask, and even in the dim lighting, I see her skin flush visibly. “For someone who participated in a sex auction, you seem shy to call your pussy what it is. A cunt, a vagina, a wet hole…” I trail off, feeling her legs encircle my waist.
“Enough with the games. Just kiss me, Leonardo,” she orders, her voice husky and her eyes blazing.
And in that moment, my last thread of restraint shatters.
With a low growl, my hand tugs on her ponytail as I lower my lips to hers. My mouth is hot and hungry as it devours her lips, swiping over her tongue and sucking her lower lip between my teeth. Lorena whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders and her nails digging into my skin through the material of my pajamas. She shivers beneath me as I bite softly on her bottom lip before pulling away from her with a low hiss.
Her face is flushed, and she looks up at me with wide, dark eyes. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, and somehow between the kiss, I’d ripped the band holding her hair, causing the strands to fall in loose curls across her face.
“That was… not your first kiss,” she breathes.
Despite the heat between us, I chuckle.
“Will you let me eat now?”
A glimmer appears in her eyes as I drag my hands over the skin of her thigh, under her trench coat.
Her hand moves to her front and she begins to undo the buttons of the leather coat. When the buttons are fully undone, she shrugs the coat off her shoulders.
My throat dries up as I take her body in, dressed in only an apron and nothing else.
“Fucking hell,” I chuckle humorlessly, watching the way the sides of her breasts spill out of the apron.
My hands find her waist, digging into the naked flesh on her back.
A breathy moan leaves Lorena’s lips as I kiss her neck, trailing my tongue across her beating pulse. Her fingers tug at my shirt, sliding under it and brushing against my skin. I hiss as her fingers glide against the bulge in my pants.
Impatiently, I sit back down on my chair before pulling her legs apart and pulling my chair forward. The position brings my face directly to the heat emanating from her core. When my hands travel under her apron, I realize she’s bare.
My thumb brushes against her wet folds, spreading them open as I trace around her clit. She shudders at the touch, throwing her head back with a desperate moan.
Wasting no further time, I bury my face between her legs and lick.
“Leo,” she breathes as her fingers tug on my hair.
My tongue swirls around her clit, sucking and caressing until she begins to squirm beneath me. Her hips roll against my mouth, and I let her grind against my face for a few seconds before I grab her thighs and plant her firmly against the desk. With a low growl, I suck harder, digesting her moans as I lap against her juices.
Lorena bucks against my face, writhing and pushing herself onto my mouth. Her body begins to vibrate against mine.
“ Fuck … Leo!” she gasps breathlessly.
I hold her down, stroking and licking until she comes undone. With a loud moan, she collapses against me, her fingers still in my hair as I continue to taste her, lapping all her juices. Finally, I pull away and watch, fascinated, as her body heaves in exhaustion.
She sighs as I press a kiss on top of her thigh, kissing her up to her stomach covered by the apron. My hands reach up to pull the apron strap over her neck, exposing her breasts and stomach. The strap on her waist rips open as I tug at it. Finally taking the piece of clothing off her, I let it drop to the ground.
She watches me with dark eyes as I resume my kisses on her stomach. She hums when I squeeze her breasts, before bringing my lips to it and running my tongue over the soft skin.
Finally, I trail kisses up to her neck and back to her lips.
Her mouth opens and I slip my tongue inside, running my tongue over hers. I’ve always avoided kissing women because of how intimate the act is. But as I continue to kiss Lorena, I realize that I can do this forever. The feel of her lips against mine is compared to nothing else in the world.
I take a few more strokes before pulling away to take in her flushed face. Her green eyes are hazy and unfocused, bringing a subconscious smirk to my lips.
“Are you tired already?” I taunt, pulling a drawer on my desk open to fish out a condom.
The moment I rip the packet open with my teeth, Lorena’s eyes flash with desire again.
“I can never be tired of you.”