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"Aren't you a naughty girl, Gwendolyn?" Lorenzo let out a low, sultry chuckle that sent heat rushing through my veins, and he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"And naughty girls deserve to be tied up, blindfolded, spanked, gagged and f*cked hard from behind. I would take you in my car, in my office, on the bed, in my study. I'll make you so filthy yet so good that you'll beg me not to stop f*cking you like a needy little slut."

Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t.

My core clenched with desire and my heart pounded in my chest as my mind painted images of him doing those things to me. F*ck, I wanted him so bad that I couldn't breathe.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You want me to f*ck you so rough and hard that the only thing you'd be able to remember is my name. You want to ruin yourself, my sexy little vixen, don't you?" He smirked as he wrapped his hand around my neck.

"Yes." I breathed, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes at my genuine confession.

"You don't know what you're asking for, Gwendolyn? I'm not like anything you're used to. Stick with your vanilla men." He said but didn't let go of me.

"You know, that day you touched me in your study was actually the first time I was intimate with a man." I smiled shyly as I fiddled with his tie.

"Don't f*ck with me." He growled as his eyes darkened, and I quivered in delight.

"You were the first man that has ever touched me that way, Lorenzo, and damn, I couldn't stop thinking about your fingers buried in me." I dropped his tie and kissed his neck. I bit back a smirk as his Adam's apple bobbed. "I've gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit, and I'm obsessed with it. Please, f*ck me, Lorenzo."

His lips devoured mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as my eyes fluttered close. The kiss was hard and passionate, sending desire flooding through me, and I pressed against his muscular body. He groaned, sending delightful heat scorching between my lips.

"Lorenzo," I moaned as his lips trailed to my neck. I wrapped my leg around his waist and bucked my hips against his large hard-on.

"F*ck!" He swore against my skin. He lifted me off the ground and laid me on the bed.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, little vixen." He growled, trapping my hips between his legs as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Do you want this?" He asked as he cupped one of my b**bs. I moaned and nodded my head eagerly. He slapped my thigh, and I yelped at the pleasure disguised as pain.

"Use your words, Gwen. Tell me to do this. Tell me how bad you want me to take your innocence."

"I want this. Please, Lorenzo, please f*ck me. Taint me. Make me your naughty little slut." I begged and buckled my hip against his bulge.

"F*ck, you're going to be the death of me, little vixen." He threw his head back and let out a long, sexy groan.

"How can I say no to such a needy plead." He smirked and kissed me again.

My filthy moans echoed through the room as I lost myself in his sweet yet sinful passion.

###Day 14###

I yawned as my eyes fluttered open from what I swear was the best sleep ever. I was sore down there, but I was on cloud nine.

The rumours were right; Lorenzo was definitely a beast in bed – a hot, sexy beast that brought me to the edge so many times that I lost count. We had done it late into the night till my mind was completely muddled, my body sore with pleasure and my mouth could only let out wordless gasps.

F*ck, it was incredible.

I tried to roll off the bed, but the arm wrapped around my waist held me in place, and my eyes widened.

Heat flooded my body as I became hyperaware of my back pressed against a warm naked chest and his breath fanning against the crook of my neck.

Lorenzo was cuddling me!

My heart raced at the strange satisfaction it gave me. He didn't seem like the type of man to do after-care and cuddles; heck, I expected to wake up to find him dressed and ready to return home. But he was cuddling me!

I snuggled closer to him, clutching the duvet, and I grinned as he stroked my bare stomach.

There was something about waking up beside him that just clicked. It sent a lovely kind of comfort and happiness rushing through me that I wouldn't mind having every day.

And what if it was more than cuddles and sex and waking up together?

What if I could always be beside him? Sharing good times and bad times? Pleasures and pain? Happiness and sorrows? Walking through everything hand in hand with the knowledge that we always had each other?

Butterflies danced in my stomach at the thoughts of sharing memories together.

I wanted that. I—

Why the hell was I thinking those crazy thoughts? One night with him didn't mean we suddenly had a future together.

I was nothing to him. A fling. A woman to satisfy his lust, and if Rose and Peony were right, I would never get to do so again. He would turn his eyes to another lady and forget about me, just like Sylvia.

I wasn't supposed to care; I wanted a one-night stand too, so why was my chest heavy and hollow?

Could I have... Was I catching feelings for Lorenzo?

F*ck, no! I wasn't stupid.

I—

"You're awake. Sleep well?" Lorenzo mumbled in my ear, and my body stirred at his low, breathy voice.

"I did. What about you?" I replied, ignoring the crazy thoughts that were flying through my mind.

"I had some very interesting dreams that I would like to try in real life." He chuckled against my skin, and I gasped at the raging hard-on pressed against my *ss.

"Lorenzo," I moaned as he kissed my neck and his hand cupped my b**b. My core clenched, ready for what I was sure was about to happen, but...

I turned around and I melted to goo at the unusual softness and gentleness in his usual sharp and cold eyes.

He stared at me like I meant something to him— No! Bad thoughts!

"Easy there, tiger; I'm still worn out from yesterday." I forced a smile, and my face turned pink as the wide, boyish grin he gave him.

"I would have warned you, but you were too needy for me." He teased as he kissed me and pulled me against his chest. "I can't remember the last time I had a restful sleep. Let's stay like this for a while."

"But aren't we going back to Sinclair this morning?" I frowned*.

"A few extra hours here won't be so bad. We can just lie in bed or do something fun. Your choice, but I won't mind doing something fun on the bed." He winked as he patted my bed hair.

"I don't think I have time for anything fun. I have an assignment due tomorrow, and I haven't started." I lied.

"Come on. A little assignment can wait. If you want, I can put in a little word for you with your professor. Let's spend the day together. No distraction." He said.

"Sorry, but I also have a lot of things to do." I wriggled out of his grasp and wrapped the duvet around my body.

Lorenzo frowned and sat up. My eyes were instantly attracted to his bare, naked chest, but I forced them somewhere else.

"What's wrong? You're acting distant."

"Nothing. It's kind of awkward cuddling the next morning after a one-night stand." I said as I picked up my clothes from the ground.

"Gwen—"

"And can we not mention last night to anybody, especially Clara? It would be weird trying to explain to her or anyone that I slept with my best friend's uncle. In fact, I think we should pretend it never happened because it will make the relationship between us more complicated. It's not like it meant anything between us; it was purely physical. No need to create an emotional entanglement." I blurted.

The room turned deadly cold, and I tried not to squirm under his harsh glare.

Why was he pissed anyway? It wasn't like what I said wasn't true. Was it mad I said it first?

"Fine." He growled afterwards and stormed to the bathroom.