Chapter 38
Lorenzo
Ikissed her before she could say anything else. Isabella had no idea what she was talking about, and I couldn’t have her filling my head with such thoughts. Of course, it was my fault that Sienna was gone. If I had been more careful, more aware of my people, she would still be here.
And Isabella, undoubtedly, would have ended up dead because of her father. Merda, I didn’t like that thought either.
I focused on the feel of her lips against my own: she was so soft, and with a sigh, Isabella opened her mouth to mine.
I rolled us so that her back was against the mattress, and I hovered over her.
The one thing I would never get over was how sweetly she melted beneath me. She gave herself up so beautifully.
When I’d had her beneath me earlier, I wanted to comfort her; I wanted to take her mind off what I had told her.
Now, I was the one who needed her. Desire thrummed through me, but I found myself reining it in.
I kept my kisses gentle, my touch light.
I slipped a hand beneath the T-shirt that she’d thrown on after her bath, running my palm over her skin.
Cupping her breast, I toyed with her nipple until it pebbled beneath my touch.
Isabella let out the tiniest of whimpers, and she arched into my hands.
“I love touching you,” I murmured as I kissed down her throat.
She let out another sweet sound and parted her thighs in invitation.
The hand I had on her breast reversed course and skimmed back down until I touched the edge of her panties. “Is that where you want me, dolcezza?”
Isabella nodded, practically vibrating with anticipation. “Yes.”
Words, filthy and teasing, were on the tip of my tongue, but I bit them back. Tonight, I wanted to show Isabella that I could do more for her than our usual game of brat and tamer. I was determined to hold myself in check and be gentle for her.
Slipping my hand into her panties, I palmed her pussy, groaning when I felt how turned on she was for me. The tips of my fingers teased her clit gently, and I drank in the little sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. “Lorenzo,” she whined and bucked into my touch.
I gave her more pressure, but it was still gentle, light. “We’ll get there,” I promised her.
Isabella shook her head; her fingers clung to my shoulders. “Please,” she cried out, even as I circled her clit a little faster. “I need you.”
“I’m right here, dolcezza.” I slid my fingers lower and pressed one inside of her.
Her body trembled against me. I fucked into her steadily and slowly, and I watched as she sank into pleasure.
When she crested into her orgasm, Isabella’s face relaxed for a moment, and then it scrunched with frustration.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, glaring at me as I pulled my hands away from her. “You’re holding back,” she accused.
I didn’t deny it. “
You did that earlier too. Why?”
“You needed me to be soft.”
Isabella gave me an incredulous look. “Who said?”
“You had fallen apart in front of me, dolcezza. It wasn’t the time for games.”
She conceded to that with a tip of her head.
“But what about now? You’re still being careful.
” Her eyes dragged down my body to where I was hard and pressed against the seam of my sweatpants.
“I want you to have what you want,” she said, eyes coming back up to meet mine.
“If you want soft touches and sweet words, we could do that, but if you’re doing it because you think that’s what I want—” Isabella reached for my hand; my fingers were still wet from her.
She took them into her mouth, moaning softly at the taste of herself. Holy fuck. “You don’t have to.”
It was almost audible when my control snapped. I shoved her back onto the mattress, loving the spark of fear and desire that flew across her face. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, Isabella.”
She raised a challenging eyebrow. “I’ve seen what you’re capable of,” she said. “I’m not scared.”
I felt my lips give way to a savage grin, and she shuddered beneath me. “You should be,” I said. “Get naked.”
Isabella pulled up her shirt with shaking hands and tossed it to the side.
When she went for her panties, however, I decided that she was moving far too slow.
I grabbed the scrap of lace and silk and pulled; they tore in my hands like wet paper.
She gasped. It was a helpless prey-animal sound, and my cock got even harder.
“Put your hands up,” I said, pinning her wrists above her head. “Leave them there.”
I watched her shiver as I shucked off my sweatpants.
I could feel her eyes on me as surely as I could feel her hand.
Smirking, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, getting off on the touch as much as her hungry gaze.
I stroked myself, thumbing the head of my cock and spreading the precum that had gathered.
When I didn’t touch her, Isabella grew more and more frustrated. “Lorenzo,” she whined.
I clicked my tongue against my teeth, a reprimand. “What, dolcezza?”
“Touch me.”
I pretended to think about it, but then I shook my head. “No, I think I’m good just looking at you for now.”
Her eyes grew wet. “But.” Her thighs spread a little farther, opening herself up for my gaze.
My hand tightened around myself, and I sped up.
Isabella’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, and her fingers tightened in the pillow above her, fighting not to move.
That’s what I wanted to see, her struggle.
“Look at you,” I cooed at her cruelly. “Being such a good girl, keeping your hands right where I told you to.”
Tears slipped down her face, and she tossed her head from side to side.
I had never seen her look so beautiful. I let the tension build and build and build until she was ready to break.
I saw the moment her resolve gave way, and before she could move her arms, I fell on her.
My hand wrapped around both of her wrists, and with the other, I positioned myself so that I could shove myself inside of her.
Isabella’s wet eyes went wide; her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Her inner muscles clamped down around me as she came, and I laughed even as I fucked into her, hard and punishing. “Coming already, Isabella?”
Her legs wound around me, doing all that she could to hold on to me, and it made me laugh even harder. My body clapped against hers almost painfully, chasing the pleasure of her silken walls clutching around me.
“Lorenzo,” she panted. “Closer, please.”
I shook my head and tightened my grip on her wrist. I knew she would have bruises, and I wanted to see my marks covering her, claiming her.
I was going to the animal place in my head that was all hunger and violence and instinct, and I was going to yank her with me. “Come for me again,” I commanded.
“I can’t,” she panted. “I need more!”
I let her wrists go, but only so that I could maneuver her onto her belly.
It wasn’t the first time I had taken her just like that—it wasn’t even the second—but right away, I knew that it was a mistake.
She stiffened and dug her fingers into the sheets beneath her hands, but the way her body shook had nothing to do with being turned on.
Fuck. “Dolcezza,” I murmured and helped her to sit back up.
Isabella pressed her hand against her chest, as if to slow her racing heart. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
Hushing her, I swept the hair out of her eyes. “You’re safe,” I told her. “You’re not in that bathroom. You’re here with me.” I cupped her chin and made her look at me. It took a moment for her eyes to focus in, but I saw it the moment she recognized me.
“Lorenzo.” She nearly climbed into my lap. She tried to kiss me, but I shifted back. “Why?”
“We should stop.”
She shook her head, squirming against me. I had to bite back a groan. My cock hadn’t gotten the message just yet. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Isabella.” She wriggled again, and this time, I did groan. I gripped her, forcing her to stillness. “We shouldn’t do this right now.”
She glared at me. “I’m fine,” she insisted.
“I panicked for a second, but I know where I am, and who I’m with.
” Her bottom lip became a luscious pout, and I loosened my grasp just enough for her to rock against me again.
I could feel her wetness against my thigh.
“You know how much I love it when you fuck me like that.”
I ground my teeth together. “I should spank you for not listening.”
“So, why don’t you?” she asked, eyebrow raised in challenge.
I stared at her for a long moment. “Get on your belly.”
Isabella smiled, and it was a vicious thing. She pulled out of my arms and flipped onto her front, arching her ass upward. There wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t take that invitation. “Fucking brat.” My palm landed on her ass with a satisfying thwack, and a guttural sound was torn from her throat.
“Do it again,” she demanded.
I grabbed her hips and shoved back inside of her. Isabella’s spine bowed, and she cried out. “You’re so needy… Aren’t you?” My voice was close to a growl as my lips brushed against her ear.
She whimpered and rocked back into my thrusts. “Yes,” she sobbed. She sounded broken, but I knew that I could push her even further, that she wanted me to.
I pulled her arms behind her back and shoved her chest down into the mattress. Isabella was babbling, lost in her pleasure again. Heat was growing in my gut, but I needed to feel her let go again before I gave into my own pleasure.
With my free hand, I spanked her, even harder than before, and that little spark of pain was enough for her to throw her head back as she came again. Her orgasm triggered my own, and I groaned, hips jerking against her ass as I rode out the sensation.
We froze for a moment, and then I pulled away from her slowly. I collapsed onto the mattress beside her and, almost blindly, tugged her so that she was lying across my chest. I could feel her heart thumping against my own. “How was that for holding back?” I asked.
Isabella shivered and laughed all at the same time. “You pull that out of me,” she said softly.
“What?”
She shifted so that I could see her eyes. “My head goes hazy when you touch me,” she said, “and I wanted to fight it so badly at first, but I can’t. It all feels too good.” Her lips brushed against my chest. “Why does it feel this good?”
It was a good question. I wished I had the answer. The only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t think I could let it end.