“Such a dirty little princess,” he said through gritted teeth. “Beg, baby. Or I’m going to tuck my cock back into my pants and carry you back to the room to cool off.”
My whole body revolted at that thought. I whimpered in denial, then I begged. I sacrificed whatever dignity I had to play this game between us. There was no use denying how much I wanted him; he could feel it running down our thighs.
“Please, Lorenzo. Make me come. Please,” I begged over and over, whispering the words he wanted to hear.
“Will you leave the bed without telling me again?” he grunted, refusing to move.
“No.” I’d promise him anything to get him to move and give me relief from the inferno he caused inside me. “I won’t.”
He started moving in slow, deep strokes. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he said through clenched teeth.
“You. Only you.”
“You’re fucking right, it does.” He picked up his pace. “Alek doesn’t get anywhere near your body. He doesn’t touch you, Bianca. No man does. Because if he or any other man touches what’s mine, I will kill them and make you watch as I gut them, then I’ll fuck you over their bodies as they bleed out, hearing you cry my name. My name on your lips will be the last thing they ever fucking hear, and you coming on my cock will be the last thing they ever see. Don’t test me, Bianca.”
Holy shit. My eyes widened in shock at his words. It was so fucking wrong, but I loved it. His possessiveness made me feel safe. His desire made me feel special, and his dominance made me feel out of control. In dance, it was always about control. Control your movements, control your breathing, control your spins. If you lost focus, you or someone else could get hurt. With my father, it was to control your behavior and impulses, or you would get hurt. With Lorenzo, he was in control; I was able to let go of everything and still be safe. When I let go of that control, I was rewarded with pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped, accepting his brutal thrusts and his brutal words. “Yes,” I cried out again as my pussy started to quiver and ripple around his cock.
Lorenzo slammed his lips down on mine as my world splintered apart into a million fragments. Fireworks danced in my eyes before everything started to fade, and a gush of wet heat ran down my thighs from the force of my orgasm. I went limp in his grasp as my head spun in wonder.
“Holy shit, Bianca,” he rasped against my hair as he let go of my throat and wrapped me in his arms. “Your pussy just soaked me.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn't because my brain was still short-circuiting from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life. He kept whispering words of both praise and comfort, but they were lost on me. I was weak and lost in a sea of blissed-out, pleasure-induced euphoria.
“Bianca?” he said my name and shook me slightly. “Bianca,” he said again. It was after the second shake that I realized I could hear worry in his voice.
“I’m okay.” I wrapped my arms around him. My breath was still uneven, and my head was still spinning.
“Did I hurt you?” he demanded gruffly.
I sighed. “Only in the best ways.” My pussy was sore as hell. I’d probably be walking back to the suite bow-legged, but I couldn’t force myself to care. If everyone in the casino knew I’d just been fucked senseless in the boutique while trying on my wedding dress, I wouldn’t mind a bit.
Lorenzo smirked at my response to his question. I felt him push my hair back and place a kiss on my neck that was slightly pink from the pressure he’d put on it while pinning me to the wall. “This is your one warning, Princess. If you leave the bed without waking me again, I’ll spank your ass before I fuck it.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lorenzo
I helped Bianca get dressed again, still not believing that her pussy had squirted around my cock as she came all over me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life. Sex had always been fun and pleasurable with other women, but nothing compared to Bianca.
It felt like my body was filled with electrical currents when I was inside her, touching her. We sparked anytime we clashed and argued growing up, the desire so deep for both of us, and both of us fighting it. She was my best friend’s sister and the daughter of the man who took me in, even if he was an epic asshole.
Never once did I think or try to get out of the Morelli house, even after taking beatings from Luca Morelli. It never crossed my mind because it would have taken me away from Romeo and Bianca and their sisters, who had become like sisters to me. My life had been tied to the Morelli siblings since I was a kid, and my future would be tied to them as well because Bianca was mine. She always had been.
After she was dressed, I pulled her into my arms and gave her a kiss on the forehead, while pushing the damp strands of her hair away from her face. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my waist, sighing in pleasure at being in my arms. That sigh was worth all the fights in the world. I’d burn down the Morelli empire to keep her safe from her father and his plans for her.
“Let’s go back to the room. We can take a long, hot bath and relax for a while before we get ready for the wedding.”
“A bath sounds amazing.” Her voice was filled with exhaustion. I’d kept reaching for her last night, unable to getenough, and then the explosive sex we’d just had zapped what was left of her strength. Guilt that I might have been too hard on her the night before niggled at my conscience, but I quickly dismissed it when I remembered how she slipped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her body, begging for me to take her again.
“Is this the dress you want?” I asked her softly and picked up the discarded dress.
“No. It’s too expensive for a fake wedding.” She sighed. “It’s all too expensive for a fake wedding.”
“Your brother and I have it covered, Princess. Hell, even the Russians are chipping in to make sure you get married to me rather than Arias.” I smirked. Money wasn’t something I’d worried about over the years. I’d lived in Luca Morelli’s house until I moved out at eighteen. I started working for him when I was seventeen, and I would have stayed where I was if I hadn’t been worried about drawing attention to my feelings for Bianca.
Leaving that house and leaving Bianca and her sisters vulnerable to their dad had been the hardest thing I’d ever done up until that point in my life. The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that Romeo was there. He stayed at the house to keep an eye on his sisters. I wasn’t sure they understood why he didn’t move out as soon as he could. He wanted to, but he had to stay behind, and I had to make sure Luca didn’t see through my arguments with Bianca to the raging desire I hid beneath the surface.
