"You’re just too old to handle me,” I spat in fury. “That’s why you won’t f*ck me.” His eyes turned feral. “What did you just say?” he growled, stepping closer. My breath hitched, and heat pooled between my legs. “I said you're old—and not man enough.” He grabbed my chin, lips inches from mine. “Baby girl, when I’m done with you, you’ll beg this 'old man' to stop. You won’t just know I’m man enough—you’ll feel it in every inch of your sore, trembling body.” ***** At 40, architect Lorenzo De Vito has built a life of discipline and control—until 23-year-old Emily Ross steps into his world. She's bold, ambitious, and irresistible, awakening desires he buried long ago. Lorenzo knows she's off-limits, a risk to his career and reputation, but her teasing smiles and undeniable chemistry make her impossible to resist. As the tension between them ignites, the line between control and surrender begins to blur. Will he resist the temptation or risk it all for the one woman he shouldn’t want?
View More“Oh, yes, Liam, faster, don't stop," I heard the breathy moan of a woman followed by the grunt of a man. The man's voice all too familiar but I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, it couldn't be the same Liam.
I saw the clothes scattered on the floor looking like they had first started it here before taking things further to the bedroom. But still I didn't want to believe it. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the bedroom and I stopped at the sight in front of me. The door was left ajar so I could see everything that was happening inside. I froze as my jaw dropped. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't seeing things. It wasn't another Liam. It was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of seven years. I felt an indescribable pain in my chest like something just plunged their hand into my chest and ripped out my heart, I was shattered, broken. He was too lost in pleasing another woman that he hadn't even noticed me. He had his head thrown back in pleasure with his eyes closed as he thrust furiously into the woman who was on all fours and I just stood there watching—my heart breaking into pieces. I don't know how it happened. Maybe he felt the daggers I was throwing at him but he finally turned and our eyes met. He stopped as he quickly pulled out of the woman. “Emily, I can…I can explain,” he said as he quickly covered himself as the woman turned, looking at me with disdain for having interrupted them. "Explain? What other explanation can you give to the fact that I just saw you balls deep inside a woman that isn't me,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “Is this her?" the woman asked and that was when I turned to really look at her and I couldn't help but feel insulted, “This…Liam, this is who you cheat on with? Some chestless flat ass bitch!” I spat, as my eyes burned with tears but I pushed them back, "Seven years Liam, seven years, I gave you…” "I didn't ask you to, okay, yes we were madly in love in highschool but this isn't highschool anymore and you're a clingy bitch who wouldn't leave me alone," I gasped as I looked at him in shock. For a moment I couldn't speak. Did the guy I imagine getting married to and having kids just call me a clingy bitch. Wow. “So I'm clingy Liam, then why didn't you break things off? Why? Why did you make a fool of me?" I asked and he had the guts to shrug, “The sex was good, until you started acting weird," hearing him say that was like a punch to the guts. “Suddenly I'm a weirdo Liam," I said, nodding my head as I looked at him, murder running through my mind. “A weirdo," “You should probably leave," the woman said and I narrowed my eyes at her in slits. “Fucking open that mouth one more time and I'm cut off your tongue," “Don't fucking talk to her like that!" Liam snapped protectively as he took a step towards me and I took a step back in shock. “This is what it is?" I asked as my voice cracked, the pain was too much and what was even more painful was that there wasn't any ounce of regret in his eyes, he didn't care. “Was I just a joke to you Liam, someone for you to toy with for seven years?" “Look Emily, I don't have the time for this. I told you it was the sex but you started getting wild Emily. Tie me up Liam, spank me, choke me, what type of freak are you?" He said and the woman laughed and I couldn't help but join her but for a different reason. “All these years I had thought I was with a man, I didn't know you were just a boy wasting my time. You know what? Fuck you! You can fuck whoever you want! We're done,” for a moment I saw something flash in his eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. Without another word to him, I turned on my heels and walked out of the room and then I broke into a run as I ran out of the house I thought I had good memories in. I had expected to hear the sound of his footsteps following me wanting to explain things to me, to make me feel better. But I heard nothing. He was happy to let me go. I had been nothing but a burden to him. It had only been the sex. I got into my car as I closed the door angrily, and I couldn't hold it any more, I burst into tears as ugly sobs came out of my mouth. How could he do this to me? I had given him my heart, I had loved him unconditionally and he threw it away like it was nothing. All the plans we had of a family, everything—gone. I cried as I rested my head on the steering wheel. The way he had looked at me like I was the stranger in the room and not that woman. He had humiliated me, insulted me. What did she have that I didn't? I know how men look at me because of my body, there wasn't a room I entered that heads didn't turn. And then he chose to cheat on me with someone who isn't as half as beautiful as I am. I covered my mouth trying to silence my cries. I suddenly started wiping my tears in anger despite the fact that they kept falling. He wasn't worth my tears. No man was worth my tears. I have learnt from my mistake and giving my heart to a man would never happen again. I gave Liam seven years and he wasted it, from today henceforth men were made only for sex and no man would ever own my heart. With my chin held high and tears rolling down my eyes I made a vow. Never ever love a man again.The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, but it did nothing to warm the storm inside me. I’d been awake for hours, tossing and turning in a bed that suddenly felt far too big, far too empty.Emily.Her name ran a loop in my mind like a mantra—no, more like a curse.I sat up with a sharp exhale, dragging a hand through my hair. My phone was already in my palm before I even registered the movement. I’d texted her just before dawn.Are you okay?Simple. Careful. But it was anything but casual.Because I wasn’t okay.Not after last night.Not after watching her walk away with De Vito like she belonged to him. Like she chose him.God, the way he looked at her. Touched her. Like he had every right. Like she was his to claim.My jaw clenched at the memory, my grip on the phone tightening until my knuckles turned white.He had no right.Emily might work under him, but that didn’t make her his. She wasn’t some trophy to be passed around or collected.
Emily passed out the second I collapsed beside her. Her body was limp, wrecked, boneless against the ruined sheets. She didn't even stir as I pulled her closer, her breath brushing over my chest in soft, shallow waves. I was still inside her, buried so deep it felt like leaving her would tear something vital out of me. And maybe it would. I stayed like that for a moment. My hand trailing up and down her spine, my cock twitching lazily inside her heat. I couldn’t stop touching her—couldn’t believe she was real. The way she gave herself to me, without fear, without hesitation. Like she belonged to me. She moaned softly in her sleep, and my cock throbbed in response. Fuck. I couldn’t stay inside her forever, though every damn part of me wanted to. I groaned low, pulling out slow, careful not to wake her. She whimpered. A sleepy, breathy sound that made me curse under my breath. It went straight to my cock again. "Shit," I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair, trying to wil
My thighs were still trembling when he carried me from the door. He didn’t say a word—just lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing, his thick length still hard, still leaking against my thigh. His jaw was clenched, his eyes hooded with lust and something darker… something possessive. I wrapped my arms around his neck, breath still ragged, clinging to him as if the world had narrowed down to just us and the storm between our bodies. Lorenzo kicked the bedroom door open. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls. He sat on the edge of the bed, dragging me down onto his lap, his cock standing thick and slick between us. “Turn around,” he murmured. My heart jumped. I bit my lip, heat pooling low in my belly as I did what he said, slowly shifting until my back was to his chest, thighs spread on either side of his hips. His breath hitched when I settled down, my ass brushing against his cock, teasing it as it twitched beneath me. “Fuck…” he groaned, voice strang
He didn’t give me time to think.The moment the word “you” left my mouth—ragged, torn from the depths of something wild—Lorenzo moved.He dropped his belt to the floor with a heavy clink, and his hands were on me again—rough, sure, commanding. He didn’t ask if I was ready.He didn’t need to.I was soaked, trembling, desperate for him in ways I couldn’t begin to explain. My thighs were slick, my core clenching around nothing, aching for the stretch only he could give me.He gripped my hips, hard, and pulled me flush against him. I could feel the thick, heavy press of him through his slacks, hot even through the fabric. It made my breath hitch. My fingers clawed at his shirt, yanking it out of his waistband, dragging it up his chest.“You drive me insane,” he growled against my throat, kissing, biting. “Do you even know what you do to me?”“I think I’m starting to,” I breathed, shivering as he slid a hand up my bare stomach and cupped my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple with wicked
I didn’t say a word as I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked sharply against the concrete of the underground parking lot, echoing like punctuation marks in the heavy silence between us. I didn’t look back. Couldn’t.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped inside, hitting the button for the top floor with a firm jab of my finger. My heart was hammering in my chest, fury and confusion swirling like a storm in my blood.He was jealous.Possessive.But what right did he have?The doors were nearly closed when a large hand shot through the narrowing gap. They slid open again, and there he was—Mr De Vito.He stepped in slowly, eyes locked on mine. His presence was magnetic, suffocating, enraging. The doors closed behind him with a final ding that sounded more like a warning bell than anything else."What the hell is the attitude for?" he asked, voice low, sharp.I barked out a laugh, turning to face him fully. "Maybe because you're acting like you own me."His jaw
The sun had begun to dip behind the steel beams of the half-finished hotel, painting the skeletal structure in warm gold and sharp shadows. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand and stepped back to admire the day's work—our work. The glass panels were up on the west side, and the structural reinforcements for the rooftop terrace were finally done.It was coming together.My heart swelled with quiet pride. This wasn’t just a project. It was a statement. My statement. My fingerprint etched into concrete and steel.I turned to pack up, expecting Mr Salvatore to have left long ago. But when I looked across the site, there he was—still here.Still watching me.Still making it impossible to breathe right.He stood with one hand in his pocket, his blazer tossed casually over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The way the dying sunlight caught in his hair made him look like something carved out of golden marble.“You didn’t go back to the office?” I asked, brushing my hands o
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