L O R E N Z O

The only reasonable explanation for the violence in my veins was the fact that I was on edge, and I was very much aware of the reason. My fucking wife. She fucking tortured me with her lithe frame the entire time she was around me, goading me into letting go of my already diminishing self-control. And when she wasn't around like last night, she'd started haunting my thoughts, taking over my mind, so I had no reprieve from her.

I'd never hated anyone in my life. Not even my bastard of an uncle, the only person alive to have tortured me. Yet, I really wanted to hate Andrea, I'd even done my damnedest to achieve that, but there was something about her that wouldn't let me hate her. Or be indifferent to the havoc she wrecked inside my head without even trying.

If I was being honest with myself, it was futile to deny that Andrea had gotten underneath my skin. In fact, I feared she was so deep in that I couldn't even carve her out. Nonetheless, I had to get her out of my system because I couldn't afford to have worry paralyze me when I was trying to kill a motherfucker. Fire simmered beneath my skin when I thought of her, and now I was certain I had to find a way to get her out of my head.

My head still throbbed from the hit the bastard had managed to land on me, and torturing him hadn't given me any satisfaction at all. Maybe a few answers if I was looking at the silver lining, but he didn't seem important enough to know the ins and outs of Murphy's plan. I exhaled, my fingers going to the busted side of my head, assessing the damage. I reckoned it wasn't much since I hadn't needed stitches. My vision blurred as I got out of the car, clearing after I shook my head. I suppose I would have to take it easy the next couple of days, even though it wasn't the first time I was dealing with a mild concussion.

Eager to take a shower and get the night off me, I exhaled in relief when the elevator stopped at my floor, and I walked inside slowly just in case my vision went blurry again. Alessandro pocketed his phone and got up from the couch when he saw me walk in,

"You look like shit, Renzo,"

"No shit," I climbed the stairs up to the twins' room to check up on them before I could shower. Alessandro shadowed me up the stairs.

"Andrea figured it out, though,"

I couldn't help my dry chuckle, "Wouldn't expect less from her,"

"I think she might've had a panic attack,"

I spun on my heels, facing Alessandro, uncaring the rough movement would make me dizzy, "Explain."

Alessandro raised his hands in mock surrender, "I don't know what happened, Renzo. It's a good thing Alex was there to calm her down."

I nodded with my jaw clenched, unable to help the flaring temper and ice in my veins, "Where is she now?"

"She was with the babies," Alessandro nodded towards the room, "I think she fell asleep there."

"That's okay. I'll take her with me." I took a step towards the door and turned the doorknob before facing my brother again, "I'm fine, Alessandro, stop hovering."

"If you say so."

Only when Alessandro was out of sight did I exhale, eyeing the door for a moment before I pushed it open and stepped inside. My eyes sought out Andrea the moment I entered the room. It was almost like I would always be entranced by her siren song, even if she was unconscious. Forcing myself to look away, I took small steps towards the cribs, unable to help my lips, stretching into a smile when I saw Tori and Rick sleeping. Reaching for Rick's little hand, I pressed my lips against it before doing the same for Tori and turned towards Andrea.

Her head was lolled to the side at what I would assume to be a very uncomfortable angle. Her face, however, had an ethereal calmness to it, almost like she was being embraced by the black heavens. As I closed the distance between us, I could make out the serenity on her face, the absence of any frown lines on her forehead, and in that moment, her innocence was a stark contrast against the calamity of my existence. I'd never quite seen the angelic tranquility on her face before, and that knowledge tugged on something inside me that I wasn't even aware had existed inside me in the first place. Andrea stirred in her sleep, and there was this sudden, inexplicable ache in my chest that hadn't been there before.

Fuck, I needed sleep.

I leaned down, pulled Andrea up with my arms under her back and knees, and walked to our room. I laid her down on the bed, carefully covering her with the blankets before I went to the closet, taking off my shirt as I walked. I got rid of my pants and turned on the shower, my head a fucking mess and my fingers itching with a need that was alien to me.

I shouldn't want to touch her with an urgency that every atom in my body protested at the idea of pulling away from her, but fucking hell, I did. And I wanted this fucking disease she was inflicting on me to vanish. Andrea fucking Romano was going to ruin my life, and that epiphany had started echoing into every chamber of my being with a vengeance I couldn't put a leash on.

I switched the water to cold, hoping to calm the war inside my head. Placing my hands on the wall, I looked at the floor, watching the water go down the drain in swirls. Some shuffling in the background had me straightening, but I didn't turn around, knowing the soft footfall of the person walking towards the shower stall was none other than my wife.

I stiffened when Andrea stopped behind me, mere inches between us. Though, I hadn't expected her to reach out and press her lips against my shoulder blade. Andrea had always fanned the flames of the chaos in my head, but I couldn't fathom how her seeking me out tonight was a good idea when I was already wound so tight. It wouldn't take much for me to snap.

"I thought you were asleep." I managed to speak without having the mayhem inside my head bleed into my words.

"I was." Andrea wrapped her arms around my torso, standing on her toes to reach the shell of my ears as she pressed her lips against my neck.

"You shouldn't be here, Andrea." I stopped her descending hands with mine and turned around, her wrists caught between my fingers as I met her darkened gaze.

Her hair clung to her face with the water, and the droplets fell like raindrops from her eyelashes onto her cheeks, sliding down. I forced myself to look at her face and not let my eyes stray to her naked tits.

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

Andrea took a step forward, still standing on the tip of her toes. She freed her hands from me and wrapped them around the back of my neck before anchoring herself up until her lips ghosted right above mine. Her eyes fluttered close as she almost hung herself off my neck and pressed her lips against mine with a hardness I hadn't come to expect from her.

Instinctively my arms went around her back as I leaned down, making sure her feet were firmly planted on the ground, and moved my lips against hers. I pushed her hair back as I wrapped my fingers around her jaw, tilting it so I could kiss her deeper, hoping my perturbations weren't communicated through the way my lips were gliding against hers. Andrea moaned against me, her nipples pressed up against my chest as I drank the water soaking us from her lips. She tasted different this time, or maybe my inhibitions were too low for my liking. Still, I couldn't bring myself to give a fuck as I pulled my lips away from her mouth to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, sucking hard until she cried out against my ear, her nails digging into my flesh.

Andrea threaded her fingers in my hair, tugging my mouth back towards her, and my lips tipped up in a smirk as I took her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged. Hard. Andrea gasped before she opened her eyes, her chest heaving with the weight of her breaths.

"I want to try something." She whispered, taking a small step away from me, and for reasons unfathomable to me, my fingertips tingled with the need to pull her back against me.

I tilted my head, my eyes narrowing as I assessed her newfound confidence and, with it, her motives. She didn't give me much room though because one second she was standing in front of me, and the very next, she was sinking to her knees in front of me, her eyes on my cock that had only gotten painfully harder since she'd pressed up against my back.

I closed my eyes and looked up, willing my self-control not to fail me but at this point, it was a futile endeavor anyway. Maybe if I couldn't get this woman out of my head using my usual methods, fucking her would have to do. One thing was certain, I was speeding toward a trainwreck no brakes in sight.

*

A N D R E A

"I want to suck your cock,"

I managed to say despite my heating cheeks. It did the trick and pulled Lorenzo out of his trance, and this time there was no concealing the raging storm in his molten gaze. When his eyes connected with mine, I could have sworn I felt electricity crackle on my skin as goosebumps broke on my skin.

Lorenzo eyed me for a second before he asked me a loaded question, I wasn't sure I should answer.

"Have you done this before?"

Telling him the truth might mean I would fuel the rage simmering beneath his cold exterior, however, I was already on thin ice, and lying to him wouldn't play out in my favor anyway. So I offered a small nod of my head. My cheeks heated as I broke his sizzling gaze and looked at my knees.

"Fuck, Andrea." Lorenzo's groan had my pussy clenching and it didn't help the ache between my thighs when he hooked his fingers under my jaw and made me face him again.

Lorenzo's thumb brushed against my lips, and then slipped between them into the wet heat of my mouth. I nudged this digit with my tongue before sucking on it lightly. Only then did he take a step toward me until his tip brushed my lips. I parted my lips for him, helping him slide inside, all while I couldn't help staring at the rippling of his muscles and his harsh breaths. I moved my tongue against his head a few times, gaining confidence when his breathing hitched and his fingers tightened in my hair. My pussy clenched as I felt wetness pool between my thighs.

I gripped the base of his shaft with my fingers, and closed my lips around his head, sucking lightly, alternating with a few strokes of my tongue. Lorenzo let me go on my pace for a bit before his fingers tightened in my hair and he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I moaned around his cock when I dived down on his cock, mindful of my gag reflex. Tears burned the back of my eyes from the stinging on my scalp, but when Lorenzo used his grip on my hair to move me up and down on his cock, I followed his lead and used my hands to cup his balls, moaning when his groan echoed through the shower.

My hands pressed against his thigh, and it was only then that I noticed scarred skin running down the side of his upper thigh. My thoughts scattered like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, and while my core still throbbed with desire, my mind also scrambled to search for answers. That was no ordinary bullet scar; unless Lorenzo had been stuck in a fire, it was most likely torture.

"Eyes on me, Andrea," Lorenzo's hold tightened on my hair, and I turned my focus back on him, filing this in my head to ask him later.

He held me up on his shaft until only his head rested in my mouth, I slid my tongue against the slit in the middle, clenching my thighs together as I tasted the salty taste of pre-cum on my tongue.

"Look at you," his hoarse voice had my eyes fluttering close before he tugged at my hair again, making me open my eyes as a lone tear slid down my face and he pushed me down on his cock. "Look at you desperate to taste me, and squirming. Tell me, Andrea, are you wet?"

I couldn't help my moan, and my fingers went to my core on their own accord, but before I could even reach my clit, where I so desperately wanted attention, Lorenzo shook his head.

"Don't." He closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds before opening them again, and pulling me up against his body with his hand on my throat, his cock leaving my lips with a loud, lewd sound. "As much as I want to feel my cock in your throat, have you swallow my cum, I need to be inside you."

He leaned forward and took my lips between his, making me gasp in the kiss when his palm came down on my ass. I couldn't help my moan when he did it again, this time palming my ass as he spread my ass cheeks with his hands. Lorenzo groaned before pulling his lips away from mine and tapping the back of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his back as he pushed my back against the shower's glass wall. Shivers passed through my body as my feverish flesh made contact with the icy glass, but it was long forgotten when Lorenzo's swollen head brushed against my slit.

I exhaled, unable to look away from his cock against my pussy.

"Put me inside you, Andrea." Lorenzo's order had static crackling through my inside, and almost in a trance-like state, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, shuddering when he hissed as my skin made contact with his.

I guided his cock to my slit, trembling when his head finally entered me, and Lorenzo buried his head between my breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth. My head fell back against the glass as I wrapped my arms around his shoulder.

Lorenzo took a tip between his teeth, and my nails sunk into his skin. He hissed before slamming a hand beside my head, flicking my nipple with his other hand. My breath hitched in my throat when he slammed into me and took a nipple in his mouth.

"Fucking hell, your cunt is strangling me," he turned his head until his eyes met mine, and to add to the animalistic fervor on his face, a strand of his wet hair fell over his eye, making him appear so damn sinister.

Lorenzo held my gaze, and the side of his lips tipped into a grin as he drove into me so fucking hard, the glass rattled, and I cried out,

"Oh, Renzo!"

His eyes snapped to mine, but he didn't say a thing at me using his nickname for the first time, only pulled out and thrust back inside me, slower this time. His brows furrowed in concentration as he began fucking me. His occasional grunts of my pleasure mixed with my cries and the vulgar, wet noises of him pushing into me made me even wetter, and it was almost like a rope had started tightening in my stomach. Lorenzo's eyes dropped to my breasts, watching them bounce with the force of his thrusts.

I couldn't help the need bubbling inside me. I needed him everywhere, his hands all over my body, so I didn't realize when I voiced out my desires between my cries of pleasure.

Lorenzo leaned down and took my lips between his, tasting all of my desperation as I drowned under the influence of whatever it was that tethered me to him. His lips danced across my skin, only stopping at the column of my neck where he sucked hard before grazing his teeth, undoubtedly leaving his mark on my skin.

I didn't realize when the thread he'd been pulling on had tightened so much that it was ready to explode, but I managed to whisper against his lips,

"Renzo, I'm—" my voice broke as he slammed into me, his harsh breaths fanning my face, "I—"

"Don't you dare." He warned before turning the water off and walking out of the shower into our room.

I couldn't help my voice of displeasure when he pulled out of me and dropped me on the bed. I bounced with the force of falling on my mattress, my eyes narrowing on my husband's naked frame. Water dripped off him as he pushed his hair away from his face and tugged me to the edge of the bed with my foot. He reached for a pillow and placed it under my ass before placing a knee on the bed and brushing his cock again my wet slit. His head pushed against my swollen clit, and I twisted in his grip as tremors passed through my body.

"Please," I eyed him through half-open lids, knowing he was going to torture me.

Lorenzo pushed me forward and moved his cock up and down my slit, making sure his head grazed my clit, and each time it did, I couldn't stop my cries. I pushed forward, trying to have him inside me, but he only slapped my pussy, his grip tightening on my pelvis as he moved me against his cock, hissing occasionally.

My hands fisted the sheet as he continued his assault, and when I didn't think he was going to give me the relief I craved, he slammed inside me, his fingers pinching my clit as waves of euphoria passed through me, and I twisted in his hold. Lorenzo fucked me through my orgasm, and when the fireworks finally stopped crackling and I came down to this Earth, I watched him thrust inside me one last time before he groaned and pulled out of me, beads of hot cum landing on my pussy and stomach.

He looked rouge with his head thrown back, his eyes locked on mine, the obsidian deep enough to drown me, and I wished his chaos would remain forever because anything, anything was better than his cold indifference. I slumped against the mattress, but Lorenzo's eyes held mine again as he dipped his fingers in his cum, smearing it all over me.

"You look good marked with my cum," he leaned down and pushed his tongue in my mouth, and like everything had been tonight, he took over my senses with a taste of him as he tore my heart into two with the realization that perhaps aggression would be the only emotion I'd ever get from him.

I pulled him on top of me, whispering his name like a prayer when his weight nearly crushed me. Maybe feeling him everywhere would fill the void his indifference left behind.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispered against my lips.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, inhaling as he exhaled before whispering back, "I don't ever want you to be,"

*

I was still catching my breath as I laid on top of him after he made me cum for the third time by making me sit on his face, and the question that'd haunted my mind when he was fucking my mouth was back inside my head.

"Lorenzo?" I murmured against his chest, my hand fisting on his chest.

"Hmm...?" He unfurled my fingers, forcing me to relax as I tilted my head to look at his hauntingly beautiful face.

My breath hitched when he locked his eyes with me, his brow raised. In that moment, I wasn't sure what scared me more, the coolness returning to his frenzied gaze or the answer to my question.

"What's that scar on your leg?"

Lorenzo followed my gaze before facing me again, "Nothing."

"It doesn't look it." I paused before speaking, "it looks like torture."

"It was."

I twisted in his arms until I leaned over his face, "tell me."

"There's nothing to tell." He started to sit up, but I forced him down with my weight. He eyed my arm on his shoulder mockingly before facing me again. I raised my brow.

"You said you'll tell me anything if I asked."

"I don't remember much from it. I was six, maybe seven, when my mother's brother took me to try and weaken my father. It's from then."

My eyes prickled with unshed tears for the young him, "but he's your uncle!"

"You were also my wife." He shrugged my hand away and sat up against the headboard.

Now I was sitting on his lap, undoubtedly, with tears in my eyes. I knew it was my fault, but it didn't get easier hearing him rub it in my face like that. But I also couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't coming from his cold, calculated mind. Maybe for once, it was from the vulnerability buried deep inside his heart. I also couldn't deny that if I were in his place, I would consider what happened as betrayal too. After all, I should know all about feeling betrayed, considering everything Carlo had done. So instead of baring my soul to him, I grasped at straws.

"I still am."

"What?" His confusion was evident.

"You said," I air quoted, "'were,' I still am your wife."

Lorenzo closed his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. I couldn't help but smile when I realized I'd figured out a tell of his. He always pinched the bridge of his nose when distressed, but I wasn't going to tell him my finding, so I wiped the smile off my face.

"That was not the point. I meant that it's foolish to expect blood to mean something in our world."

"But you trust your brothers."

"I do." He nodded. At my confusion, he added, "don't try to figure me out. You won't succeed."

"Maybe." I shrugged before leaning forward and taking his lips with mine lazily, "but you can't stop me from trying,"

I couldn't help the happiness seeping into my flesh at the idea that maybe Lorenzo's ice was thawing, but I wasn't going to delude myself into thinking that his interest was anything more than that. However, for my lovesick heart, a gaze from him was enough to ignite a flame of warmth inside me. His interest? I feared that might light me up on fire.

My hair got stuck to his stubble as I pulled back, and he reached forward and tucked them behind my ear. "Go to sleep, mia cara."

I didn't want to. For some reason, his exhaustion, or whatever it was, had made him nice company. I wanted to peel behind the layers and finally see what he was hiding because I couldn't help but shake the feeling that this version of him would vanish with the nightfall and be replaced by the Lorenzo Santini everyone else knew as soon as dawn would break across the horizon.

Maybe it was all a fever dream after all.

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