All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

OLANDRIA; 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 now, my walls fluttere

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. B

Olandria; "Oh god! Yes! Just like that. Keep doing that!" My stomach hollowed as I lifted my hips again and again, my body moving on its own, rendering me powerless. He slipped husband's around my ass, "Come on, little wolf," he urged, "Let go. Come for me baby." My breathing turned to pants. And then a scream built deep in my throat. My head fell back, eyes shut tightly, my thighs threatening to tighten around his head, unable to help it. But he yanked my legs open, spreading them wide. "Enzo!!" His name tore from my lips that instant, a loud cry timed with each thrusts of my pelvis as I came fucking hard, succumbing to the orgasm that drained every ounce of energy from me. I let my hips fall back on the couch as he pulled his mouth away. My entire body throbbed for him. My legs shook and shivered uncontrollably. "Oh my God!" Enzo kisses his way back up my body, but each touch of his lips on my skin was like being poked with a rod, making me jerk against him. His inte

OLANDRIA It had been a few hours since I had the talk with Lorenzo, and I was still pissed. Like… teeth-grinding, steering-wheel-squeezing pissed. I pulled into the driveway harder than necessary and sat there for a second longer than I should have, my forehead resting against the wheel as I groaned under my breath. The only reason I was even there was because Enzo had spent a whole hour in my ear, calm and steady, saying the same damn thing over and over. They were your family, little wolf. One chance. Do it for me. I hated how that worked. I hated just how he had been able to make me do things I wouldn’t necessarily decide to do on my own. I hated how he pushed me. But I loved him still. Fuck. The realization had been both frightening and strange. I loved him, and I hadn’t even realized it until then. I slammed the car door shut and stalked up to the house, already rehearsing how cold I was going to be. No smiles. No softness. I was there, and that was all they were getti

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,