As Lorenzo’s breathing became more irregular, his chest rising and falling, I could tell his mood had shifted from anger to something more depraved.
“Please tell me what happened,” I encouraged.
“I told you earlier, no talking.”
His eyes never left me as he yanked at his shirt, tugging the blood-splattered material over his head and shoulders, tossing it aside. A growl erupted from his mouth as he reached for me, fisting my hair and dragging me against the heat of his body. There was no hesitation as he crushed his mouth over mine.
I could feel the extreme buildup of heat on his skin, as if he was on fire. I slipped my arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. The scent of destruction mixed with the faint hint of his exotic cologne, filling my nostrils in a way that brought me to such intense arousal that I whimpered into the kiss.
He was more aggressive than he’d ever been, jerking at my shirt until he was able to slide his other hand underneath, raking his fingers up and down the length of my back. Everything about this man was all controlling, his tongue dominating mine as the kiss turned even more savage. Every muscle was tense, his chest rising and falling as if the desperation was taking a significant toll, his hunger knowing no bounds.
I gathered a hint of bourbon, the taste scintillating. He dragged us both onto our knees, breaking the intimacy only long enough to rip the shirt over my head. The look of darkness crossing his face was powerful, savage in nature and unforgiving in every way. He was not going to be denied. He yanked the blanket away, the force rocking my body. Nothing would hinder him.
“I want you. I will have you. I will take all of you.” His words were husky, dripping with incredible lust.
I was swept up in the moment, my breath skipping, my heart racing. His actions were overwhelming, further fueling my need. I fumbled to unfasten his belt, my fingers shaking as much as my body. Whatever had occurred had changed him. I was certain of it, almost afraid of this man, yet so drawn to him that I couldn’t think about being anywhere else.
All the moments of anger with myself, the humiliation I felt given my body’s betrayal no longer mattered. I was as wild with my longing, yanking at his button and zipper as if we had only limited time.
He tugged at my sweatpants, jerking them down and cupping my bottom, squeezing until I moaned. I gripped his shoulders with one hand, sliding my other past the open zipper until I was able to wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock. I shuddered from the feel, arching my back and closing my eyes.
He chuckled in his dark manner, making a guttural sound before dropping his head and engulfing my nipple.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I could only take shallow breaths as he licked and nipped my hardened bud, sending a shower of bliss into every cell and muscle. I was tingling all over, so alive, my body rippled with strings of dancing current skimming my skin.
He issued a series of barbaric sounds before sliding his open mouth to my other breast, biting down on the tender tissue as if feasting on a delicious meal.
I kept my eyes closed, stroking the base of his cock, squeezing and twisting my hand, the friction delicious. His scattered moans were my reward, my pussy quivering as juice trickled down onto the insides of my thighs.
“Such a tease,” he muttered and brushed his lips in between my breasts, moving ever so slowly up to my neck. He grabbed my hair, holding me in place as he rubbed his lips back and forth across my jaw then dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth. Using the other hand, he smacked my bottom several times, laughing softly when I whimpered.
I palmed his chest, kneading his muscles as I pumped his cock, masturbating him in a way that I could tell was driving him crazy.
He smacked me several times before sliding the tip of a single finger down the cleft of my ass. “Every hole belongs to me. Your mouth. Your pretty pink pussy. Your tight little ass. I’m going to use you every day, fucking you savagely. I’m going to show you what it feels like to be owned, to know that you belong to me and only me. I’m going to drive your body to extremes. Anguish. Rapture. Over and over again.”
“Oh…” His dirty words were exciting, my pussy muscles clenching then relaxing over and over again. I was close to coming with merely the sound of his velveteen voice, the filthy words he spoke.
“I’m going to mark every inch of your body, spanking your ass, your pussy, and your thighs. I’m going to pierce your perfect nipples and your clit and I’m going to keep you naked for my use only. You’re going to do everything I demand. You’re going to please me in every way, no matter what I ask. You’re mine. All mine. Do. You. Understand?”
The anticipation of doing exactly what he commanded was invigorating, driving me into a surreal moment of rapture. He was so commanding, brutal in every manner and my body wanted nothing but to please him. “Yes. Yes, sir.” Had I even whispered the words? Could I please him in every way?
He nipped the base of my earlobe before pushing me down onto the couch, finally glancing toward the television screen, chuckling once again. “You discovered a secret.”
“One I like. You’re a complicated man, Lorenzo.”
“And you’re a fascinating woman, Sierra, but I’m very hungry. You should never make the mistake of thinking any of this is about romance. You’d be wrong.” He twisted his head, licking his lips before yanking at my pants until I was finally completely naked. Using the flats of both hands, he flexed his fingers open, dancing them down from my shoulders, taking his time to swirl a single tip around first one nipple then the other.
I understood. He was sadistic, his needs depraved. I was merely a vessel on which to take out his frustrations. Still, there was something entirely different about his actions. He was overwrought, losing his grip on the magnificent control he prided himself in.
And I was the reason.
As before, I didn’t want the inconvenience of craving him in any manner. He pushed me to the brink of something I could barely contain, my nipples in almost excruciating pain from the abyss of desire sweltering from deep within.
And he was the reason.
His angst.
His domination.
His lust for life.
I couldn’t get over the way he was staring at me, as if he’d never seen me before or as if he was terrified of losing me. A flash of something haunted crossed his eyes, dimming the glow I’d seen earlier. Yet just as soon as the ugliness was there, his dominating side took over. What in God’s name had happened?
He continued sweeping his fingers across my skin, rolling the tips down my stomach then across to my arm, exploring every inch.
My breath was ragged from the touch alone, goosebumps popping along every inch of skin. The electricity was high voltage, shattering my last resolve. I had no idea how many minutes had passed as he continued his exploration, husky growls pushing up from his throat. I’d never seen a man so hungry, ready to feast and consume.
As he trailed his fingers down first one leg then the other, I closed my eyes, delighting in the sensations cascading all over my body. This was the man from before yet with increased yearning. This was the man I could fall in love with all over again. I bit back a cry. Not from the tickling vibrations but from being forced to admit he’d stolen my heart all those years ago.
I heard the sound of rustling and peeked, basking in the way the television highlighted his insanely gorgeous physique as he completely undressed. He was well-built and toned, with strong shoulders, a broad chest, long and carved arms, and muscular legs.
And his beautiful thick, long, and throbbing cock.
My mouth watered from the longing to suck him and as if reading my mind, he inched closer, planting one leg on the couch and lowering down.
“Suck me,” he commanded.
There was no hesitation on my part, my desire too intense. I wrapped one hand around his swollen balls, squeezing until he threw his head back and moaned. I slid my finger down the underside of his shaft before wrapping my hand around the base, holding him in place as I darted my tongue across his sensitive slit. Within seconds, several drops of pre-cum beaded across the tip, a tantalizing reward, the taste better than I remembered.