Chapter Thirteen
Bianca
I’d just slipped out of the wedding dress when the door behind me opened and closed. I shrieked, and just like the day before, Lorenzo was there. “You have got to stop doing that,” I chided and took a deep breath to slow my heart rate.
“We will go over a list of things you should and shouldn’t do once we get upstairs, Princess.” He nodded toward me. “For now, get dressed.”
I could tell he was upset, and I was expecting it, but he had to know before we said I do that I would still need freedom. He would not be able to lock me away in a tower like the Princess he called me.
This discussion wasn’t one that we needed to have in the middle of a dressing room in a boutique, though. “Alek already gave me a long speech when he approached me in the lobby. I like him.”
I glanced up to see Lorenzo’s face; his eyes were narrowed and darkened with anger. “You like him,” he repeated my words back to me. “I took your virginity less than twelve hours ago, and you’re telling me you like him.”
I smirked, but I could feel my cheeks heating. “Yes. I like him. He reminds me of Romeo.” I shrugged. “And of you in a lot of ways.”
Lorenzo was by the door when I turned my back to him, but then he was on me.
He moved quickly and silently. I squeaked when I felt myself being lifted off my feet, turned, and backed up against the wall behind me.
His hand went around my throat, and he gave a gentle yet threatening squeeze.
I should have been terrified, but I wasn’t.
Moisture pooled between my legs, and I felt my nipples harden into peaks.
I wasn’t scared or repulsed by his dominating power.
I was turned on by it. I’d read books like this, and in theory, I thought they were hot, but I never thought I would be turned on when I experienced it in real life.
I expected the opposite, given my past and the way I grew up.
I guess the writers knew what they were doing because Lorenzo’s strength and possessive anger were invigorating.
Instead of grasping his hand to remove it from my neck, as any normal person would, I placed my hands on his shoulders, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled him into my body. “Please.”
The look of surprise on his face would have been comical if I weren’t so turned on. My pussy was dripping with need and soaking the panties I’d slid into this morning. “You’re a horny little Princess this morning.” He smirked. “And a bad one.”
“I need you,” I moaned, undulating my hips against him.
I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his pants and my panties.
He was right, I was horny. He both unleashed and satisfied an untapped part of me that I had never touched before, and I hadn’t realized I was desperate for it–for him–until I experienced the pleasure high he brought to my body.
With his free hand, he reached between us and undid his pants.
“Fuck, Bianca. Don’t think you’re out of trouble, but I’ll give you what you need first.” I felt him slide into me, and his hand squeezed a little tighter around my throat.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he started to move inside me.
My pussy quivered around his length. I felt so damn full and swollen from the night before, but nothing felt better than having him inside me.
“Yes,” I quietly gasped out as he pinned my body between his and the wall, his cock driving hard into me.
He leaned in and captured my lips in a hungry kiss as our bodies clashed together in unison. “Who does your pussy belong to, Princess?” he muttered quietly in my ear so nobody outside the room could hear us.
“You,” I moaned. “It belongs to you.”
“You don’t leave my bed in the morning without waking me, Bianca. Do you understand me?”
I shook my head in denial just to see what he would do. I trusted Lorenzo with my life. I always had. He knew me better than I knew myself.
“No,” I said, and he slowed his body from pounding into mine. His breath was coming out in harsh rasps as he stared into my eyes.
“No?” He looked menacing, then a cruel smile crossed his face, as if he figured what game I was playing. He knew I was testing him and pushing his buttons. It was a game we were used to, but now we were adding another element to it. Sex.
“No. Huh.” He continued leaning in and talking in a low guttural tone.
“What if I need your pussy in the morning as bad as you need my cock right now?” He kissed me hard and thrust his tongue into my mouth, but his body remained still.
I wanted to move, but I couldn’t because he had me pinned against the wall.
“I woke up hard as fuck, and my princess wasn’t there to take care of it.
What if I left your little pussy in a lather as punishment? ”
The word punishment seemed to trigger something deep in me, “No,” I mewled and tried to get him to move again, but he didn’t budge.
His hips held tight to mine, his cock still inside me.
I reached up and grabbed his hair, tugging hard by the root to see if that would get him to move any. He just grinned.
“You’re going to beg for it, Bianca. You’re going to beg for my cock and what it can do to you, and you’re going to make sure your ass is in my bed every fucking morning to make sure I get to sate my need for you before I get out of bed.
” His thumb pressed against the pulse in my neck.
I felt his fingers flexing and relaxing around my neck.
My eyes closed as I focused on the beat that was pounding in my ears.
He wasn’t moving his hips, but his dick was vibrating and twitching inside me.
“Lorenzo.” I tried to clamp down using my vaginal muscles around his cock, and I watched as his eyes slid closed, and he groaned deep in his throat.
“Such a dirty little princess,” he said through gritted teeth. “Beg, baby. Or I’m going to tuck my cock back into my pants and carry you back to the room to cool off.”
My whole body revolted at that thought. I whimpered in denial, then I begged. I sacrificed whatever dignity I had to play this game between us. There was no use denying how much I wanted him; he could feel it running down our thighs.
“Please, Lorenzo. Make me come. Please,” I begged over and over, whispering the words he wanted to hear.
“Will you leave the bed without telling me again?” he grunted, refusing to move.
“No.” I’d promise him anything to get him to move and give me relief from the inferno he caused inside me. “I won’t.”
He started moving in slow, deep strokes. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he said through clenched teeth.
“You. Only you.”
“You’re fucking right, it does.” He picked up his pace.
“Alek doesn’t get anywhere near your body.
He doesn’t touch you, Bianca. No man does.
Because if he or any other man touches what’s mine, I will kill them and make you watch as I gut them, then I’ll fuck you over their bodies as they bleed out, hearing you cry my name.
My name on your lips will be the last thing they ever fucking hear, and you coming on my cock will be the last thing they ever see. Don’t test me, Bianca.”
Holy shit. My eyes widened in shock at his words.
It was so fucking wrong, but I loved it.
His possessiveness made me feel safe. His desire made me feel special, and his dominance made me feel out of control.
In dance, it was always about control. Control your movements, control your breathing, control your spins.
If you lost focus, you or someone else could get hurt.
With my father, it was to control your behavior and impulses, or you would get hurt.
With Lorenzo, he was in control; I was able to let go of everything and still be safe.
When I let go of that control, I was rewarded with pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped, accepting his brutal thrusts and his brutal words. “Yes,” I cried out again as my pussy started to quiver and ripple around his cock.
Lorenzo slammed his lips down on mine as my world splintered apart into a million fragments. Fireworks danced in my eyes before everything started to fade, and a gush of wet heat ran down my thighs from the force of my orgasm. I went limp in his grasp as my head spun in wonder.
“Holy shit, Bianca,” he rasped against my hair as he let go of my throat and wrapped me in his arms. “Your pussy just soaked me.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn't because my brain was still short-circuiting from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life. He kept whispering words of both praise and comfort, but they were lost on me. I was weak and lost in a sea of blissed-out, pleasure-induced euphoria.
“Bianca?” he said my name and shook me slightly. “Bianca,” he said again. It was after the second shake that I realized I could hear worry in his voice.
“I’m okay.” I wrapped my arms around him. My breath was still uneven, and my head was still spinning.
“Did I hurt you?” he demanded gruffly.
I sighed. “Only in the best ways.” My pussy was sore as hell. I’d probably be walking back to the suite bow-legged, but I couldn’t force myself to care. If everyone in the casino knew I’d just been fucked senseless in the boutique while trying on my wedding dress, I wouldn’t mind a bit.
Lorenzo smirked at my response to his question.
I felt him push my hair back and place a kiss on my neck that was slightly pink from the pressure he’d put on it while pinning me to the wall.
“This is your one warning, Princess. If you leave the bed without waking me again, I’ll spank your ass before I fuck it. ”