Chapter 10 #2
His hand shoots out quickly, so fast I don’t see it coming. He grips my chin, his fingers digging into my jaw as he forces me to look up at him. “Watch your mouth.”
Something shifts in his eyes, something that makes my breath catch even through the anger.
“You don’t want to push me right now,” he says, voice low and threatening.
“Why not? What are you going to do?” I know I am being reckless by poking at something that could explode, but I don’t care.
I am too angry. Too hurt. Too far gone. “You have been cold for weeks. I told you things I have never told anyone before, and you treat me like you don’t want me around.
You disappear without a word, and now you come back here and expect me to just accept it? ”
“Yes.”
“Fuck you.”
I don't see it coming. One second I am standing there glaring at him, and the next, he’s got me pinned against the wall.
His body is pressed against mine, firm muscles and controlled violence.
His hand is still gripping my chin, while his other hand is braced against the wall beside my head, trapping me in.
“You want to know where I was?” His breath is hot against my face. “You want to know what I was doing?”
“Yes.”
“I was following a lead on Matteo.”
Everything comes to a halt. The anger. The jealousy. The fear. All of it floods out of me suddenly, leaving me empty, hollow, and shocked. My heart stutters in my chest.
I stare at him, trying to process this. “Why did you not tell me?”
He looks away.
“Lorenzo,” I say softly. “Why did you not tell me?”
“Because I thought I could push you aside,” his voice is rough, raw in a way I have never heard before. “I thought if I kept my distance, if I stayed cold, I could stop this. Stop what you are doing to me.”
“What am I doing to you?”
“You are distracting me, Bella.” He still refuses to look at me. “You should not be doing that. This should be simple. You are my wife. A contract for control. That is all you were supposed to be.”
“But I am not?” I ask.
“No. You are not.”
“Then what am I, Lorenzo?”
He remains silent for a long moment. I watch him struggle with it, see the war of emotions flickering across his face. Eventually, he looks at me, and the vulnerability I see there nearly breaks me.
“You are everything I should not want,” he says. “Everything I cannot afford to have. You get in my head, Bella. You make me think about things I have no business thinking about. You make me feel things I have never felt before, and I don't know how to stop it.”
My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe. “What things?”
“Things like coming home to you. Waking up next to you every morning. Keeping you safe, not because it is strategic, but because the idea of anything happening to you makes me want to burn the world down.” His hand comes back up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone.
“I have never let anyone get this close. Never let anyone matter, because the moment you care about someone, they become a weakness. A target. A vulnerability that can destroy you.”
“Lorenzo—”
“I thought I could keep you at a distance,” he continues.
“I thought if I stayed cold, if I did not let you in, I could control what I feel. But it doesn’t fucking work.
Because even when I am gone, even when I am trying not to think about you, all I can think about is you.
Where you are? What you are doing? Whether you are safe.
” His forehead drops to mine. “And it scares the shit out of me. Because I have enemies, Bella. Dangerous people who would use you against me in a heartbeat if they knew. If they figured out that you are not just my wife. That you are—” He stops. Swallows hard.
“That I am what?” I whisper.
His eyes are dark and intense, burning with something that seems terrifyingly like love. “That you are the one thing I cannot lose. The one person who could actually destroy me if something were to happen to you.”
The confession lingers between us, more personal than anything we’ve ever shared.
“So I push you away,” he says. “I go cold, convincing myself that if I keep my distance, if I don’t let you all the way in, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much when the inevitable happens. When someone tries to take you from me.”
“No one is going to take me away from you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Neither do you,” I say, cupping his face, forcing his gaze to meet mine. “So stop trying to protect yourself from something that might never happen. Stop pushing me away and making me feel like I don’t matter when I do.”
His hand covers mine, pressing my palm more firmly against his cheek. “You matter more than anything. That’s the problem.”
Before I can respond, his mouth crashes into mine with a hunger that makes my knees weak. His tongue slides into my mouth, hot and insistent, as he takes what he wants. I moan against him as my hands fists in his shirt, pulling him closer until there is no space left between us.
“I have been dreaming about this for two fucking days,” he mutters against my lips, before moving his mouth down to my throat.
His teeth scrape against my skin, biting down hard enough to make me gasp.
“About fucking you. About burying my cock so deep inside your pussy you forget everything except my name.”
His hand slides down my body. He grips my ass hard enough to bruise and yanks me against him. I can feel the thick length of his cock pressing against me through his pants.
“Feel that?” His voice is a low growl. “That is what you do to me. Two fucking days and all I could think about is coming back here and fucking this pussy until you scream.”
“Then stop talking,” I breathe. “And fuck me.”
Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. He grabs the neckline of my dress and rips it open. Buttons scatter across the floor, the sound of fabric tearing making me impossibly wetter. His eyes rake over me, dark and hungry, taking in the black lace barely containing my breasts.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, yanking the lace down roughly and taking my nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
“Lorenzo,” I gasp, as my head falls back against the wall. My fingers thread through his hair.
His hand slides down my stomach, over my hip, pushing the remains of my dress up around my waist. His fingers hook into my panties, and he tears them off in one brutal motion.
“These are in my fucking way,” he says, sliding a hand between my thighs and he groans when he feels how wet I am. “Christ. Your pussy is already soaked for me. You got this wet thinking about me fucking someone else?”
“Yes,” I admit, the word coming out strangled as his fingers slide through my wetness. “I hated it.”
“Good.” He pushes two fingers inside me without warning and I cry out. “Because no one else gets to touch this pussy. No one else gets to make you this wet. This belongs to me. Fucking say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp as his fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. “My pussy is yours.”
“That’s fucking right.” His thumb presses against my clit as his fingers pump in and out of me. “And I am going to fuck it so hard you will never question who owns you again.”
He pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth. He sucks them clean, his eyes fixed on mine, groaning at the taste.
“Fucking delicious,” he says. “But I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers.”
He reaches between us, and I hear the sound of his belt and zipper. He pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. It springs free, thick, hard, and already leaking. My mouth waters at the sight of it.
“You want this cock?” he asks, as his hand wraps around himself, stroking slowly. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I need it,” I beg. “I need your cock inside me. Please, Lorenzo.”
“Please what?” His hand moves faster on his cock, his thumb swiping over the head. “Please fuck you?”
“Yes. Please fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Make me yours.”
“You are already mine.” He grabs my thighs and lifts me in one swift motion. My back slams against the wall and my legs wrap around his waist. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, hot and thick. “But I am going to make sure you never forget it.”
He slams into me.
I scream. The sound rips from my throat as he fills me completely, stretching me, splitting me open. He is so thick and deep that the angle makes him hit places I didn’t even know existed.
“Fuck,” he groans. His fingers dig into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect. Like it was made for this cock.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He just starts fucking me, hard, brutal and relentless. Each thrust drives me up the wall, the force of it making my back hit against it. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He growls, as his hips snap forward, driving his cock impossibly deeper. “You wanted me to fuck you. To use this pussy. To make you scream.”
“Yes,” I say. Pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Not God.” He bites down on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Me. Say my fucking name.”
“Lorenzo.” It comes out broken, desperate.
“Louder. I want everyone in this house to know who’s fucking this pussy.”
“Lorenzo!” I scream in time with his brutal thrusts.
“That’s right.” His voice is rough, strained. “This pussy belongs to me. This body belongs to me. You belong to me. Now fucking say it.”
“I belong to you,” I gasp. I am so close, teetering on the edge. “Only you.”
“Fucking right you do.” He pounds into me harder and faster, the wall shaking with every thrust. “And I am going to fill this pussy with my cum. I am going to mark you from the inside out so you never forget who owns you.”
My orgasm crashes over me, so intense I can’t breathe, think, or do anything except feel my pussy clenching around his cock, pulsing.
“Fuck, Bella.” His rhythm falters.
I scream his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
He doesn’t slow down. He continues fucking me through my orgasm, stretching it out until I am nothing but sensation and need, with his name on my lips.
“I am going to fill this pussy with my cum,” he groans. His voice is wrecked and desperate. “You want that? You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes. I want all of it.”
He slams into me one last time and holds himself there, buried as deep as he can go. His cock pulses inside me and I feel the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy, filling me, marking me.
He groans against my neck. His whole body trembles as he releases inside me. I can feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he fills me.
We stay like that for a long moment. Both of us breathing hard, hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat. I can feel his cum starting to leak out around his cock.
Finally, he lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are dark, burning with something primal.
His hand rises to grip my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“You think I could ever fuck anyone else after having you?” His voice is rough, almost angry. “Do you believe anyone else could make me lose control like this?”
My breath catches.
“I’ve been with a lot of women, Bella.” His thumb brushes across my bottom lip. “But none of them have ever made me want to burn the world down just to keep them safe. None of them have ever made me question every damn decision I make. None of them have ever gotten under my skin the way you have.”
“Lorenzo—”
“You are not just another fuck to me.” His grip tightens. “You are not just my wife. You are the only thing in this world that makes me feel anything other than rage and emptiness.”
My heart pounds against my ribs.
“I don’t do soft,” he continues, his eyes boring into mine.
“I don’t know how to be the man who whispers pretty words and makes promises I can’t keep.
But what I can do is make sure no one ever touches you.
No one ever hurts you, Bella, not even your father.
No one ever takes you from me because you are mine, and I protect what’s mine with everything I have.
I need you to understand that what we have is not normal.
It’s fucking obsessive and probably toxic as hell.
But it’s real. And it is the closest thing to love I’ve ever known. ”
The confession lingers between us. As close as he can get to saying the words.
My eyes burn with unshed tears.
He leans in, his lips brushing against mine. “You have me, Bella. All of me. The good, the bad, the fucking ugly. And I am not letting you go. Ever.”
Then he kisses me hard, full of everything he can’t say. This is all he has to give, and it’s more than enough.