Chapter 23
LORENZO
“Will I be punished?” she asks.
This woman is dangerous. I shouldn’t want her. Should definitely punish her for her bratty attitude, but even my patience and self-control are fraying.
She's too sweet.
Too innocent.
I know all of these things, but I’m still sitting beside her. Not because I’ve been ordered to, but because I want to.
“You can’t handle me, Sunshine. I told you that the night we met, and it remains the truth now,” I tell her honestly.
Being with her day in and day out has become a living hell beyond the means of simply babysitting. I’ve been profusely looking into her family affairs, betraying her in some ways and trying to set her free in others.
It all comes back to her.
This delicious temptation.
“Yet you’re the one telling me to make my own choices,” she says daringly, and slowly drops to her knees in front of me.
I put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Careful, little one. I’m not someone to be messed with.”
“So you keep saying. I’m starting to think your dick has a defect with how shy you are about bringing it out around me.”
I gently wrap my fingers around her throat, and a slow smile blossoms across her face. “Careful, sweetheart.”
Her body always tells me everything I need to know. She loves being forced into submission. She especially loves the pain.
Her fingers skirt up the inside of my leg and land on my belt. My jaw tics as I consider stopping her. I know I should, but dear God, she looks stunning on her knees. The black and white movie flashes on the screen behind her, silhouetting her like some kind of fucking angel.
But that sassy mouth of hers is all sin. And so, I let her undo my belt and zipper. When she frees my cock from my boxers, she gulps, and I can’t help the arrogant smirk.
“Is size a defect for you, sweetheart? Bitten off more than you can chew?”
She stares, dazed for a moment, and then she begins to laugh. I frown immediately.
“My dick doesn’t often get laughed at,” I growl.
She leans back, staring at it in disbelief. “I just, I don’t know if that will fit.”
“I’ll make sure it fits.”
Those bright-blue eyes blink innocently. I expect her to run. In fact, I pray she does because I don’t have it in me to fight temptation anymore. My other hand remains fastened to the armrest, ensuring I don’t grab her and allow whatever she’s willing to give me.
Her small hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss at her cool touch. My cock jumps at the slow strokes, and she stares into my eyes, as if looking for some weakness in my armor. Little does she realize, it’s slowly becoming her.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my cock, Sunshine. You’ve been particularly bratty lately, and we need to put that attitude to good use.” I barely recognize the deep rumble of my voice.
Her breath hitches, but she leans up on her knees, and just as she’s about to lower her mouth over my cock, she glances around, as if suddenly remembering where we are. “That wasn’t a question,” I growl.
Her sharp gaze snaps back to my face, and I can see the determination in her eyes. Her desire to please me, even when I know she can’t fucking stand me.
Her tongue slides up the underside of my shaft, following the vein, before she widens her mouth to take me in.
“Fuck.” She’s so fucking perfect. I grip the armrest tighter, my other hand threading through her loose golden curls. I take everything she’s willing to give as my cock hits the back of her throat over and over again. “Such a good girl.”
So. Fucking. Perfect.
Never would I have imagined that this woman would impact me the way she does. Her tenacity in continuously talking back to me when I thought she’d be my easiest mission yet. But she surprises me at every turn, those lips far more suited to other things than running her mouth.
Fuck. I lean back. It’s been so long. I haven’t touched another woman since being given this mission, and the wait… It all feels worth it now.
Her small hands palm my shaft, her mouth unable to take all of me.
I want to see her break around my cock.
I’m an asshole. The worst for taking something so pure and beautiful and wanting to dirty it up, but my cock throbs with every stroke of her tongue. Every depraved thought that she’s about to come undone in front of me.
My fingers curl, and I curse under my breath as I blow into her mouth, shoving my cock in farther than she’s taken it yet. But like a good girl, she swallows.
She sucks and slurps, coaxing more out of my sensitive cock. Maybe not such a good girl. She seems pleased with herself as she pulls her head back, licking at the tip of my cock, all while never breaking our eye contact.
The tension that bunched her shoulders only moments ago seems to recede as she licks her lips, and I can’t help but trail my thumb over the bottom one, making sure not one drop goes to waste, and wishing I were stuffing her cunt with my cock instead.
But I’m not ready to tarnish her in that way because a small part of me understands it’ll change our relationship entirely.
I shove my cock back into my pants and zip them up before redoing the belt. “Such a good fucking girl.”
She straightens ever so slightly, and I try not to smirk at her immediate reaction to being praised. It’s as if she were built just for me.
A subtle movement in my peripheral vision grabs my attention, and I push Lily to the ground, covering her with my body as a gunshot goes off. Pain explodes against my arm, but I’m pulling out my gun, countering with two shots of my own.
The figure takes off, and I give chase, bursting through the cinema doors and looking toward the entrance where the intruder bolts out onto the street.
“Lorenzo!” Lily screams. Adrenaline courses through my veins. I can’t give chase, because if I do, she’ll be on her own.
I pull out my phone and call Sky as I stride over to her. “We’ve just been shot at. I need you and the other hounds to find the culprit.”
“Got it.” Sky shouldn’t be too far from the restaurant where he was watching over Lily, so with any luck, we’ll find the asshole quickly.
Lily’s ghostly white as I gently grab her arm. “We’re going to my place.”
“You’re bleeding,” she says, concerned, and I look down at my arm for the first time, adrenaline still coursing through me. I’ve had worse, but I don’t care about any of that. The moment I heard that gun go off, the gripping terror of the bullet hitting Lily was like an arrow to my heart.
Without a doubt, mission aside, I’m not willing to lose her.