Tom And Lorenzo Novels & Stories

“Sleeping around right under Adela’s nose? That’s bold.” Lorenzo leaned back, swirling his drink, looking pleased with himself. “Yes.” “I used to be too sick to do half the things I wanted,” he said, tapping his chest. “After the transplant, I realized spending the rest of my life with only one lover would be a waste.” The room erupted. He let them laugh, then added, “I set myself a goal. One hundred places before the wedding. Once it’s over, I’ll settle down. After that, my body and my marriage belong to Adela.”

I lift my head slightly whilst we are walking and take in the view in front of me. Dimetrius is built like a warrior god. He has muscles built upon muscles and his skin is ridiculously tanned from all the heat radiating from the Lava flowing through the city. His arse is perfectly round and his pants are slightly too tight, allowing me to visualize exactly what I will see and feel under there the moment we get behind closed doors. I can feel the heat building in my core with every step closer we take, my heart rate is quickening as I’m visualising slamming him against the wall. Out here he is the master, but not behind closed doors.

"Gently, Caro." The moment the encrypted video call connected, the sound came through before the picture—Lorenzo’s signature deep voice, raspy with the aftermath of lust. The camera shook. In a fleeting glimpse, I saw his bare upper body, covered in totem tattoos, leaning against a velvet headboard. A lock of long, chestnut hair was tangled around his muscular waist. My throat felt like it had been scorched by gunpowder. I asked, trembling, "Lorenzo, where are you?"

Don Lorenzo growled, “I will deal with the both of you later but first I am going to hide in one of the cells and see whether you are both right. You stay in this room until I come back, understood?” We both nodded submissively and watched him lock the door behind him. “You didn’t have to say I wasn’t involved,” Tomasso said with a warm voice. “You didn’t have to take my place with the fighting in South America either.” I gave him a little nudge on his side, “That is what friends are for.” Tomasso smiled at me and then seemed to get lost in thoughts. We both seemed to have a lot to think about and before I knew it Don Lorenzo stormed back in. Before we could say anything, he shouted, “Get ou

Voices floated out, mocking, careless. “You needed to see his face! Like a big sack of overripe tomatoes!” Reina’s laughter spilled out, wild and bright. Lorenzo’s laugh followed, rich and alive in a way I hadn’t heard since his heart had been broken by the death of his first love. I touched my cheek instinctively. A sack of tomatoes? Really? She thinks I'm a sack of tomatoes?! Heat surged through me, a wave so sharp it blurred my vision. I rolled in with the force of a man about to drag his wife from another man’s bed.

''You should have kept quiet, but your shitty envy kills you here. ''I don't mind dying. Did your dear boy tell you that I had sex with him? My whole body freezes, I realize that Luc does too. ''Ah, that beautiful little body of his, his moans were so good to hear.''He starts to laugh. Lucifer laugh too. ''This is so funny, I almost believed you. But, I remembered when I had sex with my Tom, I knew he was a virgin.''Lorenzo tenses up.''Ah, Lorenzo, you shouldn't have played with that.

“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.

“Nope. I don’t think so.” “Then loosen up a bit. Can’t get you in trouble.” She gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Do you have a joint?” “Yap. Need some?” “Nope. Take some swigs and it will help you relax.” “Nope. I need to distribute when sober.” “Hey ladies?” Dre joins us with two other men. “Hey Dre.” We answer in unison. “This is Troy and this is Ken. They are your drivers.” “Okay.” “We get to work?”

6'0 Lorenzo:Younger twin.Fun ,loving and a prankster.His good at hacking.Overproctective of his younger siblings but mostly Alessa.6'0 Vincent:Their Dad.45 years old.Cold, ruthless,mean, unmerciful and current mafia don.Loves all his children but mostly Alessa and also has a soft spot only for her.Would do anything to make Alessa happy and supper overprotective of her.Values family the most