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"An escort?" I repeated his words and tilted my head to the side. "Don't you need someone with more skills in fighting and defence?"

"Not that kind of escort. I've been invited to a... special party at Gariton. I need a female companion by my side throughout the night." Lorenzo explained, not that it made what he was saying make any more sense.

"Let me get this straight; my punishment is that I would be your escort to a party in another city. Just that? Nothing else? No clause?" I stated what I thought I heard because it didn’t seem real.

"Yes, I think exposing you to the cold and cruel games of the underworld will be a sufficient punishment. And I would be by your side, watching you squirm." He taunted, and my eyes widened.

"No way! You are serious!" I pressed my hand to my lips, but it couldn't hide my giggles.

"What's so funny?" He frowned; annoyance and irritation replaced the amusement in his eyes.

"You are. And cute too. You should have just asked me if I wanted to go on a date with you instead of trying an underhanded method." My laughter burst out.

"I'm taking you to a party that would traumatise you, and you think it's a date? You're madder than I gave you credit for." He crinkled his nose, staring at me like I was crazy.

Liar! He definitely meant it as a date too, but he was too proud to admit it.

"Oh no, I'm going to a party. I'm so terrified. Please don't make me go." I let out a dramatic cry and pressed the back of my hand to my forehead.

"Listen here, you—"

"Ouch! Careful!" I winced as he tilted my head a little higher.

"What's wrong?" He asked, peering at my neck, and he growled. "Who did this?"

"Don't tell me the mark is still there? No wonder it's still aching like a b*tch." I whined as I touched my aching skin, and I winced again.

Damn you, Marco.

"WHO. DID. THIS?" Lorenzo growled, lifting his head. His eyes burnt with pure rage, and my stomach dropped.

Oh boy, he wasn't just pissed; he was livid. If he knew it was Marco...

"That pr*ck Marco." I grunted almost immediately. "He was mad that I didn't get mad that he had caught Clara and me, so he choked me. Like actually choked me with his hands. If not for Clara and the other guys, I swear he would have killed me. What an a**hole! I thought he was only trying to scare me with all the threats he had been giving me since I arrived here, but I never expected he would have the balls to do it."

Snitching was never my thing, but a girl could only take a certain level of harassment, and Marco had crossed the line. Insulting me didn't bug me so much, but trying to actually kill me?! What the hell, boy! He deserved whatever Lorenzo was going to do to him.

"So Marco had been threatening you, and he almost killed you, right?" Lorenzo asked. I almost shivered at the icy bit in his words, but I nodded.

"That f*cking piece of sh*t." He swore as his finger gently traced around the bruised area. "Don't worry; this night will be the last time he lays a hand on you or any other person again."

"Thank you—Lorenzo!" I gasped, my face flushing as he pressed a kiss to the base of my neck. "What are you doing?"

"Clean that filth's touch off you." He mumbled against my skin, igniting the fire between my legs.

Soft sighs and gasps left my lips as he continued to press more soft kisses. I ran my hand through his hair, holding his head down to encourage his ministration.

"You make the most innocent yet dirty little sounds. I wonder what others you can make." He breathed as his hand slid under my skirt and up my thigh.

"Lorenzo!" I moaned, throwing my head back as he gently touched my sensitive spot down there. "W-we shouldn't be doing this. You're old... older than me and... and m-my best friend's uncle."

"Isn't that what thrills you the most? The thought of having a forbidden affair turns you on, doesn't it? Don't lie to me, little vixen. I can feel how much your body craves this illicit passion." He chuckled, kissing my neck, and I let out a breathy gasp.

My mind was clouded, and I could only moan and arch my body against his as his fingers toyed with me, building up more pleasure than I ever thought I could feel.

"Lorenzo!" I gasped as I exploded, my face flushing red, and I slumped against his broad chest.

"Feeling better now? Is the pain still bothering you?" Lorenzo whispered, patting my skirt in place.

"Um-uhm." I shook my head.

What pain? The only thing I could feel was the trembling in my legs and the burning in my core from the blinding ecstasy he had taken me to.

"Good. You should go to bed now and rest for your classes."

"Ok." I mumbled as he helped me stand on my feet.

Oh sh*t, did I just...

My face flared red as I regained my senses.

I... Lorenzo... No way!

"Um... Goodnight!" I squealed, avoiding his gaze as I stumbled out of the room.

"Put some ice on those bruises before you sleep," he said as I slammed the door shut.

I didn’t do that!

I didn't f*cking do that.

I buried my face in my hands as I ran to the kitchen.

I let... Lorenzo touched me, and I... Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! That was real. He touched me, and it was f*cking amazing! He was so skilled with his hands!

Imagine if he did it with his d—

No, I shouldn't be thinking that! He was Clara's uncle, for f*ck's sake, and he was ten years older than me! But... he was so sexy and hot as sin.

I wanted to peel off his clothes bit by bit and lick his rock-hard ab—for f*ck's sake!

I was officially crazy! The man wanted to kill me, and I was thinking of how it would feel to f*ck him.

I was mad!