Lorenzo Fortnite Skin Novels & Stories

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I head toward the door only to freeze as the brass knob turns with a soft click. I take a panicked step back as the door swings open. Lorenzo steps inside, looking effortlessly striking in a fitted black shirt with the top buttons left loose — offering a fleeting glimpse of the dark ink creeping up his chest. His sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, paired with tailored black trousers and pristine Leather shoes. I had no idea he was already back. He shuts the door softly behind him, his dark hooded gaze locking onto me as he slowly rakes his eyes down my body.

At the mark on her perfect skin. And he felt the last piece of his humanity crack away. Lorenzo wanted a war? He was about to get one.

Lorenzo stated with a sly smile which made him look hot. What??!!

Lorenzo walked in. He didn’t hesitate. His hands were already unbuttoning his shirt, muscles shifting smoothly beneath olive skin. His arm—tattooed with dark, winding lines and symbols I couldn’t make out from here—moved with deliberate grace. He didn’t look like a man who rushed anything. He took his time. I should’ve looked away. But I didn’t.

“Come in.” I opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit with warm golden lights. It looked like a private study mixed with something darker. A large wooden desk sat near the window. In the center of the room was a sturdy leather chair and, beside it, what looked like a padded bench with leather straps and other tools attached. My stomach tightened. Lorenzo stood near the desk, wearing a black shirt with the top buttons open. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his strong forearms and tattoos. He looked calm, powerful, and completely in control.

She stood stiffly in the center, arms crossed. Lorenzo closed the door, locking it with a click that echoed too loud. He walked past her, unbuttoning his jacket and shrugging it off. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his strong arm and his dangerous tattoo. It was an eagle's tattoo. He didn’t speak. Just poured a drink from the mini bar, leaned against it, and sipped slowly. Nora stared at his tattoo for a while. Lorenzo never had a tattoo on his arm, only on his back. Did he get one recently? She thought.

Lorenzo's jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides as he forced himself to stay still. Then I pulled on the red silk set. "Jesus Christ," he groaned. "You're going to kill me." This one was even more revealing—a bra that was basically just two triangles of silk and a matching thong that barely covered anything. "Touch me," I whispered. He didn't need to be told twice. His hands were on me immediately, rough and desperate. He palmed my breasts through the thin silk, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they were hard peaks.

"Our apologies, Princess Luna, Royal Princess of the Kingdom of Contancia. I am Prince Dustin of Lotho, the land of the dawn and forever dusk. And this is my twin brother, Finch." "Lotho? You are from the Kingdom of Lotho, the shape-shifters?" "Yes, Princess. We heard that King Castor's youngest daughter had finally returned and we wanted to welcome you to the Land of Lore. Forgive our audacity in invading your privacy." Luna's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, returned? This is my first time coming here." The two exchange meaningful glances, the one named Dustin glaring at his brother. However, Prince Finch declared nonchalantly, "Ah… Did I say returned? I think you misheard me, Princess."

"No, no, no!" Alejandro, for the first time, looked uncertain. Sanchez, groaning on the floor from his own wound, simply watched. Silent. Expressionless. Lorenzo’s breath hitched. His fingers grasped weakly at Dino’s wrist. "Finish this," he rasped. "End him." Dino’s hands trembled. Elena sobbed. "We need to get him out—" But Lorenzo shook his head. "No time." His gaze locked onto Alejandro, who stood frozen.

If he didn’t fuck his stepsister and make me think whatever this was, was for only as long as he couldn’t get in my pants. “Ahh…I heard you were bringing your luna.” A smooth voice with a heavy accent interrupted my musings. Alpha Lorenzo was almost as tall as Gabe. But he was more lanky, possessed a build not nearly as muscular as my mate’s. His slicked back long hair exposed piercings running up both ears. When he extended a hand to greet me, I noticed a tattoo of a lion on his forearm. Gabe had told me he was known as the lion of Andalusia. It was a nickname. When I’d asked Gabe if he had a nickname, he’d merely smirked and looked away briefly before continuing to talk about Alpha Lorenzo