Lorenzo’s pov
I had finally done it.
This one thing which I’ve been fighting against since I could remember, I have finally done it.
Since the first moment I laid an eye on Mia, I had known that she was gonna be trouble, but I never counted on it ever being to this extent. I had been attracted to her since I could remember and I had fought that attraction from the onset, refusing to acknowledge it until till i couldn’t pretend any longer.
As I watched her run up the stairs, I wanted to do nothing more than to go after her and thoroughly ravage her. There was nothing I’d want more than to kiss her more and more until I had embedded her taste in my brains. She had tasted way nicer than I expected and I had been drunk on her taste almost immediately. I’ve kissed her twice in the past, but those moments certainly do not count because the kisses had merely been light lips grazing.
She had tasted so fucking exquisite that I hadn’t want to stop kissing her. The kiss was supposed to be light and chaste, the urge to do it had consumed me in the car and I had done it without thinking. She had looked so cute and breathtaking at the same time in the outfit she decided on and she had looked so entranced and in awe of the car race we went to watch that I just couldn’t hold myself back from leaning over and kissing her once we were in the car.
Of course, nothing was supposed to happen when we got home. I was supposed to head into my office while she headed over to her bedroom, but an unexplainable urge consumed me and I found myself acting without thinking till I was kissing her and stealing her breath completely. She had responded so beautifully, way better than I could ever imagine, body plaint against mine and it had taken everything in me to let her go up the stairs alone.
And that was because I knew she wasn’t ready for anything I’d want to do next. It was obvious that I had just had a first real kiss. She had told me from the onset that she hadn’t had a first kiss. Back then, I hadn’t considered for a moment that I was gonna be the one to claim it, because my plans had been solely to kill her back then. But now that I had been the one to claim it, one thing was very certain to me.
I was gonna have all her firsts, and no one else would ever lay a finger on her. No one would ever be able to know how she tastes or how her body felt, it’s left to me and no one else’s.
But I know I had made a great mistake in letting myself get in deep, because I know damn well that I now care for her so much.
And that’s definitely gonna be a huge problem.
With a long sigh, I turned around and headed into my office in order to lose myself in work so as to work my hard-on away.
As I worked, I couldn’t bring myself to stop thinking about her despite how much I tried, which took me back to my previous conclusion, that it’s indeed gonna be a huge problem.
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The next few days flew by faster than I expected.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss for the life of me like I was a teenager once again, I tried to spend as little time in her presence as possible because whenever I did, the kiss was all I kept thinking about. She looked more gorgeous and irresistible each passing day, and it got harder to get any job done whenever I was in the house.
I knew I could go fuck the tension out of my system, but the thought of fuvking someone that wasn’t her made irritation bloom in the back of my mind, because I didn’t want any other person but her.
Two days later, we had a party to attend. A wedding party, and after giving her a color code, I remained in my office until she was ready. Once I caught sight of her, my mouth dried up at once and I felt my heart skip a couple of beats as I looked her up. The color brought out the hue of her eyes and I almost couldn’t take my eyes off her, all the way to the wedding.
At the reception, she held my arm as we greeted the newly wedded couple and presented them a gift. The groom was a man whon I’ve had business with for about a handful of times. We exchanged handshakes and I slipped an envelope into his pocket before moving away with Mia.
I noticed Mia was tense at one point and I asked her what was wrong.
“A few people from my father’s mafia are here. They’ve been watching me for a while.” She admitted in a low voice and I followed her train of sight. As soon as my eyes met with the people she had referred to, they hastily averted their gazes and spread around at once.
“They’re probably here on your dad’s command. Is that why you’re tense? Wanna go with them?” I asked and I watched as her eyes widened as she shook her head.
“What? No, of course not.”
“You really hated it there, didn’t you?” I continued and she bit on her bottom lip for a moment.
“I’m just gonna be married off to another man old enough to be my father. It’s gonna be hell for me should I return back. I have nothing left for me there… except my mother, but I’m sure she wouldn’t want me to return.” She admitted, staring at her fingers.
It was the longest conversation we’ve had all week long.
I remained silent for a few minutes before holding a hand out to her. “Rise up, princess. Let’s go dance, you need to give your father’s men something to report.”
As she slipped her hand into mine, her eyes widened almost suspiciously as she spoke.
“Princess?”
I arched a brow as I walked her to the dance floor. “Why? Don’t like it?”
Color filled her cheeks as she squared her chin. “I- I never said that, it’s just that, I remember you telling me that I was no longer a princess that time you asked me to prepare breakfast for the first time.”
I let out a hum as I spinned her around, knowing that we were the center of attention right now. I hadn’t planned on calling her that, it had just slipped out, but it didn’t sound wrong… it sounded kind of perfect.
‘Princess’
My princess.
“Well…” I drawled as I spinned us around once again. “I changed my mind.”