Bianca
It was midnight before my phone buzzed on my nightstand. I had put it on silent so nobody would hear if it rang. Lorenzo’s name popped up on the screen, and I eagerly answered the phone. I’d been waiting on him for hours–ever since he left, to be honest.
“Hello,” I whispered. I didn’t know if I really needed to whisper like that, but I did it anyway.
“Hello, Princess.” He sounded tired and frustrated. “Did I wake you?”
“No. I’ve been waiting for your call. I didn’t want to fall asleep and miss it. Where are you?” I asked, wanting to know where he was and what he was doing.
“I’m still working, but the numbers I’ve been staring at all afternoon are starting to blur together.”
“What numbers?”
“I can only tell you so much, Bea. It’s not that I want to keep secrets from you, but it’s safer for you.”
“Oh. Okay.” I hated that. That was one of the biggest parts of this world that I hated. The secrecy. I couldn’t share what I didn’t know. Lorenzo and Romeo tried to protect me, leaving me out of stuff as much as possible. The only reason they told me about Arias was because Dad was going to sell me to the cartel.
I heard him yawn, and I wanted so badly to tell him to come to me and come to bed. “You need to rest,” I said instead. “You were up a lot over the last three days.”
“Mmhmm.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I sure was. There was this sexy dancer who agreed to be a whore only for me. She has a needy little pussy, and I miss being inside it.”
I whimpered, my pussy aching and clamping down on nothing at his words. “I miss you too,” I said softly.
“I ordered something for you online today. I should have it in a few days.”
“You didn’t have to get me anything.” My insides melted at the thought that he was thinking about me enough today to order me a gift.
“I got it for both of us, really.”
“What is it?”
“A butt plug training set so we can get you stretched out to take my cock.”
My pussy flooded with moisture, and I clamped my thighs together to ease the ache his words caused. My internal moan must not have been so internal because Lorenzo chuckled.
“Dirty Little Princess.” I could hear his amusement and the caress in his voice. God, I missed him. My queen-sized bed felt empty after spending the last three days with his warmth wrapped around me, holding me while I slept.
I sighed into the phone, wishing he were here with me. “What did you do to me?” I whispered softly, closing my eyes.
“What do you mean?” Concern came through the phone in waves.
“I mean what did you do to me?” I said, my voice coming through stronger. I swallowed hard. “Before this weekend, I could sleep fine by myself. Before this weekend, sex wasn’t something I ever thought about outside of the novels I read. Before this weekend, I had other stuff that I cared about and focused on. Now, my bed’s empty. You’re not inside me, and the only thing I care to think about right now is when I can see you again,” I grumbled the last part, irritated that I was exposing my feelings.
“I could tell you that I’ll be able to sleep tonight, but it will probably be a lie because I want to be with you, too, Bea. I wishlike hell I was buried deep inside you right now. My cock is aching for it, and I’ve been thinking about you since the moment I walked out of your bedroom door, wondering when I would be able to be inside you again,” he confessed. “You’re not alone in this, Bea. Not even close. I feel everything you’re feeling.”
A tear slid down my cheek, and I wiped it away. “Was it always like this, or did we just not realize?” It was unfathomable that we’d been dancing around this connection, this simmering need, for years. All the frustration and irritation were just a veiled mask for the desire we felt for each other. As a sister and friend, I pushed against him, repelling each other like magnets forced together at the same pole. But as a lover, as his wife, it was like flipping that magnet around, and we clashed together in perfect unity.
“I realized what could be between us, but I also felt there was nothing I could do about it,” he murmured. “That’s why I aggravated you all the time. It was easier to keep you at a distance if you were upset with me.”
I huffed out a laugh. “You’re an ass, Lorenzo Vitale.”
“Never claimed to be otherwise, Bianca Vitale.” I could hear the amusement in his voice, but it was the use of my new name that gave me pause. Bianca Vitale.
“I like that,” I whispered like I was telling him the deepest of my secrets, afraid someone would overhear.
“You like what?”
“Bianca Vitale. I like the sound of it.”
