Mia’s pov
“Come closer some more.” His voice was husky as he spoke, and as each word slipped past his lips, so did my nerves increase a notch higher.
When he had begun to explain where it was that he was taking me to, without me having to ask, had left me feeling extremely shocked because that was something Lorenzo would never do. Even if I had asked him, he’d choose to not reveal any details to me, so it had shocked me to the core to listen to him give me an actual explanation of where we were headed to tonight.
On getting to the said destination, I had thought we were going to head into the building almost immediately, not expecting what he said next about me inching close to him.
The look on his face unnerved me so much, making it completely impossible for me to hold his gaze.
When he had slowly and thoroughly looked me up and down on arriving to pick me up hours ago, I had felt so unnerved on feeling his gaze glide over every inch of my body, that I had wished for the ground to open up and swallow me up.
It seems like Lorenzo got fed up with waiting for me to come closer to him, because his hand reached out and curled around the bare skin of my throat, making a startled sound get stuck in my throat as I got tugged towards him the next instant.
The space between us right now wasn’t up to an inch, and I suddenly felt extremely hot. The dress I was currently in, was every bit revealing, along with the car’s air conditioner working at full force– but, none of that prevented the feeling of warm heat coursing through my entire body from completely enveloping me.
His grip was firm around my throat, rough palm cold against my skin and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that slid down my spine even if I wanted to.
His scent filled up my nose and lungs as soon as I managed to suck in a deep breath and it felt like my brain short circuited.
“You need to look like a ravished mess.” He began to speak once again, eyes dragging over every inch of my face and I gulped emptily, just as his grip tightened on my throat a little bit more.
“You need to look like a cute little mess, like you got messed up by me in here.” He continued, and I parted my lips unknowing, but nothing came forth.
“Like we made out like a nasty couple. You need to look it, do you understand?” He tilted my head sideways as he spoke, eyes trained on my lips and I swallowed emptily once again, feeling a weird but slightly familiar heat begin to curl in the pits of my stomach.
“Y- yeah.” I responded on a small breath, even though I most certainly do not understand what he meant right now.
His hold around my throat loosened and then he gripped my jaw, tilting my head sideways even more, and then he lowered his head towards mine, reducing the little gap between us even more. I clutched my dress tightly, trembling a little and feeling the heat in my stomach began to inch through my limbs.
He tilted my head upwards and his lips hovered above mine. I felt my breath stutter in my chest and I trembled once more, eyes fluttering beyond my control and in that moment, I wondered what the hell it was that was currently happening to me.
Lorenzo didn’t kiss me.
He didn’t kiss me, but he kissed the spot beneath my lips, making a soundless breath whoosh past my lips.
He dragged his lips lower, across the curve of my jaw and the feeling of his lips moving over my heated skin made me feel light headed. I tightened the hold on my dress even more, and when he bit on a spot at the far end of my jaw, right beneath my earlobe, an unintelligible sound slipped past my lips.
Feeling extremely embarrassed, I tried to pull away from Lorenzo’s hold, but his grip on my jaw was very firm, preventing me from moving an inch.
Another sound spilled past my lips when I felt his teeth scrap across the curve of my earlobe, making color flood my cheeks as heat filled up my entire body, making me tremble once again when his lips trailed across the curve of my throat.
Lorenzo’s warm breath hit the curve of my collarbones, making so many reactions assault my senses at once.
The fact that he could snap my neck right now if he wanted was at the back of my throat but that thought was slowly being clouded by the feeling of him sucking on a spot at the junction of my throat that made a stuttered moan slip past my mouth.
When Lorenzo finally pulled away from me, I couldn’t bring myself to stare at him. Feeling grately mortified, I averted my gaze from his while trying to stop my heartbeat from accelerating super fast.
“Focus on me.” Lorenzo’s voice was deeper than it was before as he spoke, and when I stared into his eyes, I felt the brewing heat in my stomach intensify a little.
Lorenzo’s eyes were trained on my lips, and next, his thumb was smearing my lipstick a little to my mortification.
He really wanted me to look like some unsophisticated woman when going in with him, didn’t he?
He smeared the lipstick against the side of his throat and against the lower part of his lip, making a flustered feeling envelop me. Before I could attempt to gather my wit, he announced we were ready to alight the car.
As a valet collected Lorenzo’s keys and drove his car further in the open compound, Lorenzo held out his bicep to him, which I grabbed firmly.
The feeling of his large, muscular bicep in my grip made me feel flustered once again.