All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OLANDRIA; Cont'd from chapter 25 *** Even an hour after Lorenzo and I reluctantly climbed out of bed, my body was still limp, and parts of me still trembled from the force of my orgasm. He had kept true to his word. My body still felt like it belonged to him. Every time I shifted, I could feel the faint ache he left inside me — a reminder of just how completely he had taken me. The room still smelled like him, like us, like sex. And the worst part? My body reacted to that scent alone, heat curling low in my stomach again, like I hadn’t just come undone under him an hour ago. However, he was unable to control himself when he was near me. And that worked for us both. Because I didn't want him to ever hold back again. We're not getting rid of each other anytime soon. But now, as I sat on the couch in his room, my feet on his lap, i could feel my body relaxing. I felt so at ease. Except for down there, though. I don't think I'd ever get use to his size. He was so huge. So large.

CHAPTER 33 ALPHA LORENZO My head was a mess. A tangled, relentless mess that refused to quiet no matter how many times I told myself I was doing the right thing. On one hand, I hated seeing her upset. Hated it with a depth that made my chest ache. Olandria wasn’t the kind of woman who showed her hurt easily, but when she did, it wrecked me. I’d seen the anger, the fire, the stubborn refusal to bend. But beneath all of that was pain she never let anyone touch. And this issue with her father… it wasn’t healthy. Not for her. Not for the bond she pretended didn’t exist anymore. I had pleaded with her more times than I could count. Not ordered. Not demanded. Pleaded. I’d asked her to at least reach out, to acknowledge him, to say something. Anything. Every message, every call, every voice note from him had gone unanswered. And now it had landed in my lap. The last thing I wanted was for whatever we had — whatever fragile, powerful thing was growing between us to be damaged.

OLANDRIA; Cont'd from chapter 25***Even an hour after Lorenzo and I reluctantly climbed out of bed, my body was still limp, and parts of me still trembled from the force of my orgasm. He had kept true to his word. My body still felt like it belonged to him. Every time I shifted, I could feel the faint ache he left inside me — a reminder of just how completely he had taken me. The room still smelled like him, like us, like sex. And the worst part? My body reacted to that scent alone, heat curling low in my stomach again, like I hadn’t just come undone under him an hour ago.However, he was unable to control himself when he was near me. And that worked for us both. Because I didn't want him to ever hold back again. We're not getting rid of each other anytime soon.But now, as I sat on the couch in his room, my feet on his lap, i could feel my body relaxing. I felt so at ease. Except for down there, though. I don't think I'd ever get use to his size. He was so huge. So large. Even n

ALPHA LORENZO My head was a mess. A tangled, relentless mess that refused to quiet no matter how many times I told myself I was doing the right thing. On one hand, I hated seeing her upset. Hated it with a depth that made my chest ache. Olandria wasn’t the kind of woman who showed her hurt easily, but when she did, it wrecked me. I’d seen the anger, the fire, the stubborn refusal to bend. But beneath all of that was pain she never let anyone touch. And this issue with her father… it wasn’t healthy. Not for her. Not for the bond she pretended didn’t exist anymore. I had pleaded with her more times than I could count. Not ordered. Not demanded. Pleaded. I’d asked her to at least reach out, to acknowledge him, to say something. Anything. Every message, every call, every voice note from him had gone unanswered. And now it had landed in my lap. The last thing I wanted was for whatever we had — whatever fragile, powerful thing was growing between us to be damaged. Or worse, broken. Bu

OLANDRIA; "Shit, yes," I hissed against his neck. A shock of pleasure shot straight to my pussy. No matter where or how he touched me, the results were always the same...a burning fiery, desperate need for more. God, he always knew where to touch, exactly how to ruin me with just a single motion. I arched into his hand, and as soon as I did, he let go. I whined. "Relax baby," he chuckled, "I know what you want." And he didn't leave me wanting. He put his hands down my shorts and teased my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on my lip, praying he wouldn't still until I came. "You are always so eager for me, little wolf." He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes dark, "Always so hot and wet for me. Do you realize the effect it has on me?" His finger dipped lower before he tortured me by dragging it up my slit ever so slowly. "How it turns me on?" "Enzo," I pushed his hand lower, "Please don't tease me." He kissed my lips, "Oh, baby. You have no idea how much I