Price of Deceit

Move your legs, Kate!" Lorenzo barked, his sharp voice ringing out like a gunshot in the silent dressing room.

My head was pounding so hard my vision blurred. I hurriedly threw my old jeans and oversized shirt back on over the tiny strings, my hands shaking so violently I could barely zip my bag. Within minutes, his guards shoved me into the leather back seat of his tinted SUV.

We pulled up outside my father's house thirty minutes later. The door swung open, and Father gasped as Lorenzo walked into the tiny living room, looking like a lord entering a dirty barn.

"What is the meaning of this, Don Moretti?" Father stammered, backing away.

“What has she done, please show mercy and take her back she's…”

"I am buying your daughter," Lorenzo said smoothly, resting a hand inside his jacket. "Keep the three million dollars. Your debt is officially settled."

My breath hitched. I shook my head wildly, trying to catch my father's eye, silently begging him to refuse, to fight for me just once.

Lorenzo noticed my frantic signaling and smiled beautifully, a dazzling look that made my stomach twist into knots. "Do not worry, George. I will take very good care of her."

Chloe stepped out from her bedroom, wearing a tight pink dress and a full glam makeup. She offered Lorenzo a sweet, practiced smile.

"Don Moretti, you cannot be serious," Chloe said, her voice dripping with fake charm as she stepped closer to him. "Look at her. She is a disaster. You deserve a trophy bride, someone beautiful. Like me."

Lorenzo did not even look at her. His dark eyes stayed glued to me as he gave her an icy, dismissive glare that made her instantly freeze in her tracks.

"Chloe is right" Father chimed in, stepping in front of Lorenzo with a desperate grin. "Take Chloe instead. She has an education and a pretty face. Leave that fat pig here. Kate is completely useless anyway, uneducated, and lazy."

The air in the small room froze into solid ice.

A dark, terrifying rage flared in Lorenzo's eyes. Before my father could take another breath, Lorenzo stepped forward and threw a lightning fast punch straight into my father's face.

Father collapsed onto the dirty floor, clutching his bleeding nose and groaning in pain. Chloe let out a sharp scream, ducking behind the sofa.

Lorenzo did not stop. He casually walked over, raised his polished leather shoe, and planted his heavy heel directly onto my father's right palm.

"Listen to me carefully, old man," Lorenzo growled out, his voice dropping into a dark, murderous register. "Never speak to Kate in that tone ever again in front of me, or I will peel the skin from your bones."

Lorenzo leaned his full weight onto his foot. A sickening crunch of bones popping echoed through the quiet living room, followed by Father's high pitched, agonizing shriek.

"Lorenzo, please" I sobbed, clutching my hands together.

Lorenzo lifted his shoe, leaving my father writhing on the ground in tears. Without another word, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me out the front door and back into the rainy night.

Three hours later, the SUV pulled up to a massive, gated villa surrounded by tall stone walls in another city entirely.

"We are here," Lorenzo said, opening the car door. "This is one of my private estates. You will stay here for now”

This place was massive, I had known that Liam's family were wealthy but this?

This was huge

The heavy car door slammed shut behind me, and the rain kept drumming on the roof like it wanted inside.

Lorenzo stepped out first. He did not look back. He just said, “Get out. Now.”

I climbed down onto the wet gravel. My legs still shook from the long ride and everything that had happened at my father’s house. The villa rose up in front of us, big and dark, lights glowing in a few windows. Tall stone walls circled the place. It felt like a cage that smiled.

“Come,” he said.

I followed him up the wide steps. Two guards opened the front doors without a word. The hallway inside smelled like leather and something expensive. My wet shoes left dark marks on the shiny floor.

Lorenzo kept walking. He did not slow down for me. “Keep up.”

I hurried after him into a large room with dark wood walls and a long black sofa. A fire burned low in the fireplace. He shut the door behind us. The click of the lock sounded too loud.

He turned to face me. His eyes looked flat and cold.

“Kneel.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“Kneel and you're going to suck me off.”

The words hit me like a slap. Heat rushed straight to my face. “liam I mean Lorenzo… you cannot be serious.”

“I am deadly serious.” He stepped closer. “You left me standing alone in that church four years ago. You made me a fool in front of everyone, and don't forget you own me money, six thousand dollars, you stole six thousand dollars from me that night Kate

Now you belong to me. You will do exactly as you are told.”

I took one small step back. My back bumped the edge of the sofa.

“I said kneel.”

My knees gave out. I sank down onto the thick carpet. The soft pile pressed against my skin. I kept my eyes on the floor because looking up at him felt impossible.

Lorenzo stood right in front of me. He opened his belt with one hand. The sound of the zipper was sharp in the quiet room. He pulled himself out. He was already hard, thick, the tip wet and shiny with precum that caught the light from the fire.

My face burned hotter. I did not know where to put my hands. I did not know what to do first.

“Suck it,” he ordered.

He pointed the head straight at my mouth. It was only inches away. I could smell him, clean and warm.

My fingers twitched. I reached up slowly.

I wrapped my hand around the base. He felt hot and heavy. I leaned in and took the tip into my mouth. The taste was salty and clean. Lorenzo let out a low breath and rested one hand on the back of my head.

“Deeper,” he said. “Use your tongue.”

I pushed forward, taking more of him. My jaw stretched. He guided me with light pressure, not forcing, just steady. I moved my head back and forth the way I thought he wanted. My other hand stayed on his thigh for balance.

Someone knocked hard on the door.

Lorenzo did not pull away. He kept his hand on my head and spoke over me. “What is it?”

A man’s voice came through the wood, clear and careful. “Your wife just arrived, boss.”

I froze for half a second. The words hit me like cold water. Lorenzo did not stop. He pushed a little deeper into my mouth and said, “Tell her I will be out in five minutes. Do not let her come in here.”

“Yes, boss.”

Footsteps moved away. The hallway went quiet again.

Lorenzo looked down at me. “Keep going. Finish it.”

I started moving again, faster now. My cheeks burned. Spit ran down my chin. He grew even harder against my tongue. His breathing turned rough.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Just like that.”

I kept the rhythm. His fingers tightened in my hair. A few later his whole body went still. He pulled out of my mouth with a wet sound and stroked himself once, twice. Hot spursecondsts landed across my chest, thick and warm, soaking into the front of my shirt.

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a clean white handkerchief, and wiped himself off. He tucked everything away and zipped up.

Lorenzo bent down, gripped both of my shoulders hard, and forced me to look up at him. His eyes were cold again.

“Listen carefully,” he said. “Mrs Moretti is here. She does not like fat bitches in her house. Keep your mouth shut, stay out of her way, and do not make her notice you. If you cause a problem, you're on your own. Understand?”

I nodded, still on my knees, the mess cooling on my skin.

“Good,” he said. “Now stand up and clean yourself. We are going to meet her.”