The ride to my new house was awfully awkward. My face was all red and sweat was pouring down my spine like someone had thrown me in front of the raging lion. Maybe it was true ‘cause Lorenzo Bianchi’s intense gaze was anything but gentle, it was relentless and piercing. For god’s sake, why did he have to ride with us? “Should I open the window?” Enrique asked worriedly. I frowned moving my head to look at him to find his gaze on my hands. I gulped tensely rubbing my sweaty hands on the most expensive dress I had ever worn. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment and I shook my head with a small smile. I was worrying him for no reason. “No, it’s alright,” I mumbled avoiding his gaze to look outside. The environment in the car was intense and even when tried, I couldn’t manage to ignore Lorenzo’s intense gaze as he glared at me from the mirror. Some gazes were the promise of warmth, his was dangerous and lethal. Under different circumstances, I would've been amazed by his mystical
I woke up to the chirping of birds. All my life I had been a heavy sleeper but today was an exception. The gnawing feeling of sleeping in someone’s bed, a stranger who I knew for a day now, was unsettling. I couldn’t sleep. It was uncomfortable. He was still asleep when I woke up. Deciding not to disturb him, I walked into the closet grabbed my clothes and walked into the bathroom. Setting the temperature of the water at warm, I brushed my teeth. Everything felt so strange and wild. My life had taken a whole 360-degree turn in a few days. I broke my own rules by sleeping with a man, marrying his brother and now living under the same roof as him. He must hate me so much. But it was not like it bothered me, life was supposed to be like this, unexpected and bitchy. Mine was too bitchy to be true in fact. Gosh, I hate this so much. I was not allowed to complain cause I was not a saint either. Heaving a deep sigh, I steeped into the shower. The warm shower washed my tiredness away and
Lorenzo uncuffed the buttons of his sleeves and rolled them. Cunning little bitch. His manager followed behind as Lorenzo took large steps not caring about the Middle-aged man’s struggle to keep up with his strides. His mind solely and exclusively focused on certain brunette. Fuck her and her pretended innocence. His jaw clenched tight. The workers around him bowed and made way for their boss. His powerful and domineering aura had people around him feel intimidated by his tall yet muscular physique, the frown that marred his brows, a slight twitch under his eyes and a stone-cold look in his eyes. His assistant was already standing near the door to his office with a conserved expression as he marched down the hallway. She opened the door. “Good morning,-“ she flinched as Lorenzo fidgeted with his wrist watched and unclasped it before throwing it towards her. Her eyes widened as she jumped unsteadily on her five-inch heels scutching them mid-air. Entering the office both his assistant
Burning sensations of tears in her eyes blurred her vision completely. Anger, rage, sadness and whatnot. She couldn’t describe it. It was suffocating. To the point, she didn’t want to go back to the dining hall and see the apathetic selfish face of her father and the delusional facade on Emilia’s face. She should’ve known it. How could she be so easily manipulated? Emilia was always someone who supported her, even when her father kicked her out, she was the only one who was good by her side throughout the time. They had a bond that couldn’t be just described with simple words. But now, everything was changed. How could she do this to her?! She wanted to yell, to scream her fury out. Her selfish desire to marry Lorenzo destroyed Aeval’s life. A feeling of bitterness crawled up her stomach making her dizzy and lightweight. Her steps stumbled as she grabbed the nearby pillar for support. Her breathing was harsh. She couldn’t breathe. When the angst slowly started pouring down, she miss
I was pacing around when Rina wheeled Enrique into the room. Our eyes met for a brief second before he let out a weary exhale. “I’ll manage from here. You can go, Rina.” Did my family leave? I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to. Fidgeting with my hands, I walked to stand behind him. Enrique let out another sigh. I could see the indecisive emotions swirling in his eyes—sympathy wafted enormously. He pitied me. I bit my lips to stop them from wobbling. How could I even think of betraying this man? He might not love me, but he sympathises with me. “How are you feeling?” He asked when I wheeled him to the bed. He was wearing semi-formals, I needed to help him change. “The dinner was quite…unexpected. You must be startled.” He added when I walked into the closet to retrieve his sleeping attire-a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Despite the upheaval in my heart and head, I couldn’t show him how I truly felt. If Father gets a word of it, he might–I shook my head–there was nothing to
As his fingers touched my clit, my face transitioned from the pale pink flush of sexual arousal to the reddish-burning shade of embarrassment.“Lorenzo-”SMACK!My rambling was halted abruptly when he gave me a swift smack on the backside. I became completely still as he embraced me tightly, pressed me against the wall, and passionately kissed me, transporting me back to the first ardent kiss I had shared with him.With determined passion, his lips met mine in a fierce embrace. Our kisses were an enchanting dance, teasing and exploring with tantalizing flicks of our tongues. His motions were both short and deep, stealing my very breath away. As desire coursed through me, his finger traced seductive circles on my breast, the silk adding to the heightened sensations. A sense of delicious anticipation washed over me, recognizing the inevitable regret that would follow tomorrow. He continued to caress my nipple, causing it to stand at attention, defying all odds. A sharp gasp escaped me a
Slapping against me from behind Lorenzo reached around and find my clit with his thumb. Alternating between small light circles and hard-pushing snaps he stimulated me inside and out as I lost all control and was nothing but clay in his hands. I felt my body tensing as the cliff of passion appeared before me. I was running up that cliff climbing higher and higher, feeling his strong cock lifting and pushing me, his hands teasing and twisting me, my pussy quivering on him I saw the edge of the cliff. My legs were tense against him. I tried to hold back but my whole body became rigged as the relentless motion pushed and prodded me. My mouth dropped open as my hands grip the sheets ready to jump off that cliff and then...I flew.My pleasure moaned filled the room as my muscles jerked and spasmed and my body gripped and convulses on his rock-hard cock. I let go of everything – my mind, my need, my self, my soul I was just a quivering mass of warm, wet delight. I collapsed on the bed as he
"Scream, cry, beg. The more you try to resist, the more tempting you become." **** Aeval lost everything to destiny. Her horrific past still haunts her even after years. A mistake made in intoxication now has make her nights sleepless and days restless. At the young age of 22, she is struggling to find her broken pieces in streets of New York even if it meant stealing to pass the night without empty stomach. Her life turned upside down when one night she broke one of her rules and slept with the most deadliest man she can ever encounter, unintentionally. Lorenzo Bianchi, has everything, from riches to women, from wealth to control. At the young age of twenty-seven, he has achieved what is described as nearly impossible for rest. He’s the kind of man who can put a bullet through your head before you could even take a breath. Looks of a God and eyes of the devil, he rules darkest alleys of hell. Mafia leader of one of the ruthless clan, he is on mission in New York when he meets a