A N D R E A

I hadn't realized that I'd taken steps towards him, and now was standing between his brooding frame and the desk. Lorenzo had me pinned down with his gaze, and if looks could kill I would be six feet underground by now. His heavy breaths fanned my face and standing this close to him, I could feel his subtle panic on my flesh. Though, it wasn't at all surprising that he had gone deathly silent at my question.

When Lorenzo wanted to dance around the truth, silence was his chosen medium. "Tell me," I found myself asking again, and at his quiet scrutiny, I couldn't help frustration from seeping into my veins. "Tell me if you knew."

"Yes, I knew." Lorenzo took a step back, creating more space between us, but in my anger, I didn't realize that I'd held the collar of his shirt to stop him.

Lorenzo dropped his gaze to where my fingers were fisting his collar and returned it back to my eyes. "Since when?"

"Doesn't matter." For the first time, I wasn't seeing emotional indifference in the pacific blues of his eyes, they were burning bright with something. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Why the fuck were you not answering your phone?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I answered his question with one of my own, my nails digging into his shirt as I pulled him closer, standing on my toes so my face was at least somewhat close to his.

"Andrea." He said warningly, his eyes narrowing, and maybe it was stupid of me, but for once, I just needed him to react to something. Between the two of us, I knew I was the cantankerous one, and right now all I wanted was to rage.

At my naivete.

At his indifference.

His secrecy.

It was all becoming too much for me, and I just wanted to explode.

"Were you ever going to tell me, Lorenzo?"

The side of his lips raised into a sneer, and before I could blink Lorenzo held both my wrists, and pinned my hands behind my back, arching my back so now my breasts brushed against the crisp fabric of his shirt.

"When should I have told you? When you were screaming the house down in your sleep? Or when you act out like a teenager and go running around the streets without any protection?" His lips ghosted over mine, and the aggression in his words bled into my veins somehow as shivers passed through my spine.

"I was with Alex."

"And what good is she when you are outnumbered?" He took a step forward, taking me back until the wooden edge of his desk was digging into my back. "What can she do when you have a fucking panic attack in the middle of an attack?"

"I–" My voice hitched in my throat when he wrapped his free hand around my throat, "I didn't think,"

"When do you ever?"

"That's not fair, Lorenzo."

"You want to talk to me about fair? You went out, alone, and then that motherfucker found you. And for the second time you get back to me without a scratch on you?" His fingers tightened around my throat, tilting my head so now his lips were right against mine, obsidian eclipsing the blazing blues of his eyes,

"What you think I'm sleeping with Carlo behind your back?"

"I wouldn't be having this conversation with you if I thought so. So stop provoking me, Andrea. You won't like what you unleash."

"I am not provoking you. I just want to breathe!"

Lorenzo tsked.

"If you had just told me he was alive this wouldn't have happened, Lorenzo. For all your bravado, you are just like everyone when it comes to lying."

"You told me he was dead. You said you had killed him, Andrea. How am I the liar?" Shivers passed through my spine, and I could hardly breathe, let alone string a sentence together, but his words, were feeding the angry monster raging inside me. I struggled against his hold, but he didn't let go.

If anything he tightened his hold, pulling me against his body, "I thought he was dead! I stabbed him in the back, Lorenzo. I felt his blood on me—"

"Damn you, Andrea. Damn your fucking trust for the bastard. Damn it all."

I didn't realize what was happening, one second his lips were a ghost on my own. The next Lorenzo's lips covered mine with an urgency I had never felt from him, he vibrated with tension as he deepened the kiss. He speared his tongue inside my mouth almost punishingly as he drove his hips into me, his hardness brushing against my aching core. I'd wanted him, but not like this, not after he'd basically made his contempt for me clear. I sank my teeth into his lips returning his violence, and he hissed against my mouth but didn't loosen his grip on me. Lorenzo opened his eyes with a maniac resolution, the heat in his eyes singing my flesh as he brought his lips back down on mine, kissing me relentlessly.

He took without remorse, bruising and leaving me with a carnal want I didn't think I could harbor. His kisses were overwhelming, the gentleness in the abrasive caresses of his tongue against mine were driving me to the brink of insanity. I moaned in protest when Lorenzo pulled his lips away from mine, his chest moving harshly with the force of his breathing.

"I am not in the mood for fucking foreplay, and if this goes further, I won't take this easy on you, so tell me if you want this to stop."

"I don't want you to stop."

I shouldn't have said that, I should have walked away. But Lorenzo, my malediction that he was, was also the only one who could get me out of my head.

Lorenzo pushed me up on his desk and stood between my thighs. He pushed the skirt of my dress up and pushed my panties to the side. Slipping a finger inside me, he flicked my clit with his thumb. My head fell back as a moan slipped past my lips and I tightened my fingers around the edge of the desk.

He pocketed his hand, and when he took it back, it was with a little pocket knife in his hands. Lorenzo leaned forward and nipped the neckline of my dress with the knife before throwing it on the desk and ripping my dress in half right in the middle. Before I had the chance to articulate a word, his finger inside me became two and he brought his palm against my breasts. I squealed, half in pain, half in pleasure, and he continued thrusting inside me with his fingers, his thumb running circles on my clit, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

I palmed his dick through his pants, and immediately his eyes went to my hand before he took my wrist in his hand and dragged my hand over his stomach.

"This stays here." He said in his low, gravelly voice, filled with desire and I couldn't help the low moan that slipped past my lips.

He curled his fingers inside me, brushing my G spot, and my muscles seized as stars exploded in my vision. I was almost on the edge, and without thinking, I hooked my arm around his neck and brought his lips on mine. Lorenzo flicked my clit with his thumb and flames licked at my stomach, traveling all the way to my heart.

His fingers inside me, coupled with his thumb lazily circling my clit, and his tongue tangled with mine had me nearly coming apart right this second.

"Oh my god, Lorenzo!"

He hummed against me, and I felt the vibration all the way to my core, clenching around his fingers. I jerked when he quickened the pace of his fingers inside me, and I moved my hips chasing him.

"You are so fucking wet for me, and I'm going to make a mess of your pussy," he breathed against my lips before curling his fingers inside me, plunging them inside me faster until he knew I was just a second away from denoting.

Lorenzo pulled his fingers out of me, and I opened my eyes in protest, "why did you stop?"

He smirked, "because this is your punishment."

"Lorenzo—"

"Don't be greedy, have you forgotten already? You'll get to come, but only when I let you."

Lorenzo undid his belt, and I heard the loud clink of the metal touching the hardwood floor. He unzipped his pants, and my mouth watered at the sight of his hard length. The head was leaking pre-cum and I grinned when I realized this was just as uncomfortable for him. I licked my lips when he fisted his cock, spread the precum over the head with his thumb, and moved his fist down his length.

"Lorenzo, please."

I begged, knowing I needed his touch, everywhere and anywhere he would touch me. Not being touched by him right now had to be the worst torture ever. Lorenzo smirked as he lined his cock up with my pussy, but he didn't push in. If anything he ran his head through my folds, and I dug my fingers into his forearms, my legs wrapping around his waist as I pushed him forward. But he was nothing if not in control.

"Lorenzo, please, I need you—"

He took advantage of my open mouth and pushed his fingers inside my mouth, the same ones that had just been inside me. I moaned when I tasted myself on him, and he tsked, "such a dirty girl,"

He kneaded my breast before taking my nipple between his fingers and squeezing until I cried out. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, and when I was least expecting it, slammed inside me. Hard.

I sucked in a breath, digging my nails into his forearm, preparing myself for another hard thrust, but this time when he dipped his hips forward, it was only an inch. He only pushed his tip inside me, driving me crazy, but never quite letting me go. He'd corrupted my senses with the thoughts of him, and now he'd put my body in a state of hypnosis where he was the master of my will. And while he was stripping me bare, in more ways than one, he was holding onto his control with perfect ease.

"Lorenzo, this is torture. Please just—"

He slammed inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping against me, and my teeth sank into his lips with the force of his thrust. It wasn't long until I tasted the metallic tang of blood. His blood.

"There you go making me bleed for you again." He hissed against my lips before going back to the torturous rhythm of his slow, shallow thrusts. I ground my hips, chasing his cock, but he pulled away, "you want to come?"

I nodded, unsure if my words would even make sense, "then you need to be patient." The ache inside me seemed to be consuming me, and at that moment I would have agreed to anything he would ask of me.

Lorenzo went back to his pace, teasing me with his cock, almost driving me crazy, and then burying himself so fucking deep inside me that I couldn't help the screams leaving my lips. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to keep it down, but Lorenzo made it impossible when he rocked inside me in teasing strokes.

"Lorenzo please, I can't.... I need..."

"I know." His raspy words ended mine with a breathless whimper and he leaned forward, burying his head in my neck, dragging his tongue over my feverish flesh.

Lorenzo brought his fingers between us and ran circles around my clit as he drove into me, and it was all it took for the thread he'd been tugging at to break and stars to erupt in my vision. My body seized up as I threw my head back, moaning through my release. Lorenzo had morphed my pleasure into dark melodies, and broken hymns, leaving me struggling to recall the lyrics of a song I'd never even heard. Reality started coming back to me slowly, and I only realized that Lorenzo had pulled out of me when he held me off the desk and turned me around until I was bent over, and slammed inside me in one hard push, grunting.

He snaked his hand in my hair, his other hand held me steady on my shoulder as he rutted inside me. I moaned as he pushed inside me in relentless strokes, chasing his own release.

Lorenzo consumed me with a ferocity that threatened to tear me apart, but still, it had wetness pooling out of me and shivers racking through my body. If he touched me, he did it with spiteful sensuality, killing me, yet reviving me at the same time.

The room was filled with the lewd, vulgar noises of him slamming inside me, and the table groaning with his thrusts. Lorenzo's thrusts turned punishing and he pumped into me one last time before pulling out, and hot beads of cum touched my ass. 

I was trying to catch my breath when I heard his whispered fuck, and my spine straightened. I pushed up, and tried to turn around when he stopped me with a hand on my back, "wait, let me clean you up." His voice was still a little hoarse, but he no longer sounded like he was teetering on the edge of control, and I had to say I missed him like that. Lorenzo took a few tissues from the box right in front of me and wiped my back mechanically before leaning down and throwing them in the dustbin.

My own frustration was like a low hymn in my blood, and right now I just didn't have the energy to be mad at him. I knew what I'd done was exceptionally stupid, and I was lucky to be alive right now, but what I couldn't figure out was why Carlo would leave me alive, and why did he keep coming after me.

I heard him zip his pants, and turned around, of course, he was getting ready to leave, he wasn't the one with the ripped dress. He padded across the room to a small cupboard and pulled out a hoodie, handing it to me.

"Thank you," I slipped the hoodie over my head, not surprised to find that it almost reached my knees. I rolled the sleeves up, and faced Lorenzo again, tucking my hair behind my ear.

It hadn't been this awkward after the first time we'd had sex, and maybe it was just my overthinking brain, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this had been a terrible mistake. Falling into his web would only make me fall harder, and from all that I'd heard today, Lorenzo still harbored some suspicions against me. Not that I blamed him, but still it stung knowing that the man I loved didn't trust me not to go behind his back.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that he was almost to the door.

"Are you running from me?"

His shoulders sagged with his exhale before he turned around, "Where would I run to?"

"That wasn't what I asked." It was hard to keep my feet where they were and not walk toward him, but I needed this little distance because when his musky scent embraced me, it was quite clear all reasonable thoughts flew out of my head.

"I need to think. And I can't do that here," he scoffed before pinching the bridge of his nose, catching himself.

"Because of me?"

"Andrea, I think one argument is enough for now. Alessandro is here if you need anything."

"Lorenzo—"

The door closed shut behind him as he left, leaving me on the outside looking in, once again...

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