Taking a moment to process his statement, I tried dissecting it into what he was not saying. I lifted my chin in a desperate attempt to show defiance. “Why haven’t you killed us yet?” Wrong move. Had I just pushed his limits?
His top lip curved in a distracting smirk that could be called sinful. Before I could anticipate his next move, his free hand fisted in my hair, the grip painful as he yanked my head back. And there was the stone-faced Lorenzo I knew. “Because I need something to fuck.” My jaw dropped, his crude indifference like a punch to my gut. “And before you get any ideas of your importance just because you sucked my cock, remember that this,” the hand on my ass dropped to cup my pussy, squeezing until I squirmed, “warm hole is the only fucking thing keeping you alive until I’m bored.”
I gasped. His meaning was clear. He didn’t need my permission to take what he wanted, when he wanted. Any other man and I would’ve probably slapped him for his derision. But my anger wasn’t enough to stop the abrupt burn of tears behind my lids and when I blinked, they rolled down my cheeks. “Rayden—”
“Will probably live a lot longer than you, if your smartfuckingass mouth proves usefulwhenits required.” The emphasis on ‘when’ told me I had indeed pushed his limits. His grip on my hair tightened before he forced me to my knees. For just a moment, I stared up at him, my earlier arousal had made a quick escape. “I’m sure you know what to do, Zena.” He cocked a brow in a cavalier way. Was this punishment for lying about his brother? Or for insulting him?
As I reached for the waistband of his pants, I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined a sound behind me, but Lorenzo yanking me up, startled me. Before I could gauge his intention, he had me up against one of the inner walls. Given it was glass, I prayed Rayden wouldn’t see. Lorenzo pulled off my satin robe, leaving me in my mid-thigh teddy and using the sash from the robe, he gripped my wrists together and bound them. When he raised my arms above my head, I resisted for just a second before he slipped a hand around my waist and lifted me slightly. I had no idea of his intention until he stepped away and I looked up to find myself hanging from my bound wrists caught on a hook. My toes barely touched the ground, making the stretch uncomfortable each time I squirmed. Lorenzo watched me, silent, steady, not moving. The wicked glint in his eyes just a foreshadow of his evil intent.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I seethed, the burn from my muscles stretching, annoying me, making me forget who I was talking to. “You can’t do this.”
Hardly a split second ticked between my last breath and his hand flying into my hair, fingers tightening so forcefully I could only wince as pain seared my scalp. His other hand cupped my jaw, fingers digging into my skin. My eyes widened, the deadly mix of terror and the need for air, hurtling a ball of hot panic to my lungs heaving against my chest.
“Don’t ever raise your voice at me, girl.” His glare just as noxious as his tightening grips. Tears stung my eyes, and I was only a few breaths away from letting them fall. “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want and you’re going to watch.” I couldn’t stop the slide of a tear but there was no remorse in those azure depths staring back at me. He stepped away for barely a second and when he returned, I noticed the condom in his hand. “Now, the next time you open your fucking mouth, would be to groan when I shove my cock so deep inside you, you’re going to wish you were sucking me off instead.” His flinty expression exuded a powerful message—don’t fuck with me.
Everything inside of me crashed and I snapped. I was done being a puppet. Whether I retaliated or not, he was hellbent on treating me like shit. “Fuck you, Lorenzo. I’m not a fucking toy you can play with. Finger me, fuck me, kill me. Do whatever the fuck you want with me. I. Don’t. Fucking. Care,” I hissed, narrowing my eyes. “Just get the fuck on with it.” As life-threatening as it was, I couldn’t show him my fear, I refused to. “You can try but you won’t break me.” My chest heaved from the exertion of my rant, yet I held his gaze steady. “But know this,” I gritted out. “I won’t give you the pleasure of an orgasm, I’d rather die.”
That would be a hard sell considering just looking at the man was an orgasm all on its own, but I’d bite my tongue until it bled than let him have his way with me. I stared at him. His darkened gaze filled with a sea of sordid desires I knew would drown me under a tidal wave of pleasure. But I’d be damned if I let him.
“Be careful what you wish for, girl,” his steel lined words cut through me, searing every ounce of bravery I possessed a mere second ago and I wasn’t prepared for what would follow.
I waited, expecting his brand of aggression. It didn’t come. The opposite happened. Leaning closer until his hard chest singed my nipples and his rigid cock pressed into my stomach, he blew warm air in my ear. If it wasn’t for the slow thrum of desire trickling down my spine, I would’ve believed he was toying with me until his low voice floated through my brain like the bearer of sin itself.
“Since I’m not ready to kill you just yet and only because I like a challenge, I’m going to suck you, fuck you and make you come so hard, youwillpass out from exhaustion,mia caro. And once your first orgasm tears through you, you’re going to beg me to stop, but I won’t. I will continue to fuck you again, while your slick heat squeezes my cock until I cream that aching cunt of yours.”
I shuddered so hard, my calve muscles strained against the stretch. God, fucking help me. I bit my lip to keep from moaning and kept my gaze fixed on the floor. Trying not to focus on the pain in my arms and legs, trying to avoid Lorenzo’s gaze I could feel running over me as if he was deciding where to begin his threat. Admittedly, there was a fleeting moment of weakness that washed over me, a callous hesitation when I doubted myself.
I startled when he leaned forward and ripped of my panties. My body shook just from the intention that created. I lifted a shocked gaze to his face. His eyes on me, he gripped one of my legs and with his hand under my thigh to keep it in place, curled it around his waist. With just the tip of my toes to balance, I lifted the other leg and latched onto his waist.
“What are you doing?” This close, I had to lean my head back to look at him and hanging from a hook, didn’t make that an easy task.
He ignored me and I looked down when his free hand lowered the front of his sweats and his cock sprang out. I swallowed. Fisting the base, he angled it toward my bare pussy. This time, I squirmed but his grip on my thigh tightened, nails digging into my skin, stopped my movement. A gush of air blew out on a stunned gasp when he dragged the tip of his cock up and down my slit. Slow and gentle, the startling sensation produced shockwaves enough to make me arch my back, pushing out my hips, wanting more. I groaned unable to stop the rush of arousal slicking my pussy.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his smirk because I knew what he was doing. He loved a challenge and I’d given him one. Question was, how long would I hold out? He slid his cock through my slit again and I bit my lip to keep from moaning, my pussy ached to be stretched and filled. He did it again and this time, he didn’t stop. I bucked, swinging like a goddamn pendulum but his grip kept me in place. A start of an orgasm peaked slowly along my spine, and I tried hard to dissuade it. Epic fail.
Let’s face it, that was an impossibility because the man initiating the orgasm was an asshole of the highest order and probably couldn’t spell the word ‘no’ even if I uttered it. I would’ve done well to shut my mouth or perhaps said it in Italian. Given I hadn’t brought my travel translator on this holiday that was not an option. Maybe at the next fucking kidnapping.
“How long do you think you’ll resist, Zena,” his hot breath fanned my lips and I turned my face away.
It did nothing to ignore him. On the next slide, the groan I’d tried to bite back, slipped out. Stupidly, I waited for the moment he would just thrust into me. But he kept teasing me, sliding his cock up and down my wet slit until he took it one stepped further and rolled the mushroom head over my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, trying to clench my thighs in the hopes it would stop the orgasm.
Lorenzo’s masculine waist prevented that. It was too much to bear and I cried out as my pussy caved and the climax bit right through my resolve like a fucking blatant insult. I shuddered, every inch of me on fire, one so potent, I wasn’t sure I’d manage the ensuing burn, Lorenzo would no doubt unleash on my traitorous body. Coming down from my high, his soft chuckle, the sound a husky taunt on its own, filled my ears but he said nothing as he lowered my legs to the floor.
I took a second to compose myself, trying desperately to balance on legs that resembled toothpicks balancing a block of cheese. “Are you done,” I muttered the second I could breathe again.
He looked at me and tilted his head to the side. “I’m just getting started,mia caro.” His soft words followed with a slow smile. “What was that you said, you’d rather die than give me an orgasm. Took mere seconds, imagine how many more I could extract in an hour.”
“What,” I shrieked, gaping at him. The next move happened so fast, it barely registered until he was on his knees in front of me, my legs thrown over his shoulder, me exerting pressure on my arms to keep from swinging and his mouth on my pussy, his hard fingers digging into my ass cheeks to keep me in place. Biting, sucking, licking, he ate me out like I was dessert on the last fucking supper painting. I cried out as his afternoon stubble scraped my pussy lips and the tender flesh on my thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted when he nipped my clit, the bundle of nerves oversensitive from the first orgasm. Then his rhythm changed. Softer. Gentler. His lips made love to my clit, sucking hard, only to replace it with a few gentle flicks of his tongue, before sucking again. I wasn’t prepared for this side of him and my hips flexed wanting to fuck his mouth, needing more as I felt a touch of euphoria dance along my spine and the second climax ripped through me, leaving me breathless and trying to hold on.
Still, Lorenzo didn’t let up. One hand spreading my pussy wider, his tongue dragged all the way from my entrance to my clit before lapping at my slit. My body trembled so hard I struggled to stay upright and sagged on the tie.
“Lorenzo, please.” My pleas went unheard. His latch onto my pussy began messing with my head and I couldn’t think straight. I swallowed between pants, my body so fucking needy, I wasn’t sure I could handle any more of this man. “You proved your point,” I said, trying to ignore the aggressive tongue-fuck he was unleashing on my sore pussy. And then it was on me.
My eyes rolled close as the third orgasm tested my restraint and I buried my teeth in my arm to keep from crying out sure there’d be marks tomorrow. But I couldn’t stop the shudder or the whimpers slipping through the cracks. He played my body like a jester in a king’s court. Fool that I was, I suddenly refused to deny myself the joy this man was intent on giving me. Pleasure singed my skin, weighing me down. I took a moment to let my jerking body swim in the aftermath until Lorenzo released me and stood. When I could finally muster the strength to look at him, I swayed, trying to stay upright.
