His body is fire hot against mine and I can hear his heartbeat pounding like a boulder being dropped against primordial rock over and over again.
“You don’t need to wash up. You don’t need to change. All you need to do is tell me you trust me, Lena.”
“I do,” I whisper, lifting my hands and wrapping them around his neck.
I clutch on tightly and feel the sinewy muscles pressing against my hand firmly.
It’s like every twitching inch of him is geared toward claiming me in feral dominance, and I love it.
I love him.
But I can’t drop that bombshell on him, no frickin’ way, not after the mother of all misunderstandings we just endured.
“Wait a second,” I mutter. “You said you dealt with this Diego person. What exactly does that mean?”
His body goes tight as his fury moves through him in waves, his hands clenching tightly and a vein pulsing in his neck.
“I should’ve put him at the bottom of a dark and lonely river for what he did,” he growls. “I might have, if the recording had been successful. The curvaceous perfection of your body is mine, Lena, and mine alone. But his pathetic plan didn’t work. So I used less severe means.
“I had a video of him blackmailing a politician that I’ve been saving for an occasion like this. I merely put it to use, and now Diego is going to toe the line and operate precisely how I want him to operate. I’ve also ensured that the manager he bribed has been fired, so that no more violations of privacy can happen ever again.”
“Woah,” I mutter. “It sounds like you’re doing more for the city than the frickin’ police.”
“Surprised?” he whispers, leaning close and bringing his lips close to mine. He holds his face there, inches from me, his warm breath moving over me temptingly. “The world isn’t black and white, my queen. There are shades of gray, even in the shadows, and that’s where I operate. Let me take you somewhere, Lena. Let me show you the brighter side of this dark, dark world.”
He moves his lips even closer. They brush against my lip and shivering tingles warp and dance across my skin, sending electric messages to my womb. Get ready. This is your man. Get ready to take everything he has to give.
And I am.
I’m oh so frickin’ ready.
“And after,” he whispers, his voice heavy with longing. “I’m going to devour you, every inch. I’m going to pump your body full of my seed and watch as you twitch and writhe as it settles in your womb. I’m going to flood you with every searing inch of me.”
I swallow, feeling the desire infusing me like his seed is already inside of me, replacing the blood in my veins, pumping around and around my body.
“God, I want that so bad, Lorenzo,” I whisper. “But where are we going?”
He smirks. “You’ll see.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lorenzo
I push open the door to find Lena hunched over a box, ticking off items on her clipboard as she bites onto her lower lip. She’s tied her hair up in a don’t give a fuck ponytail, with swirls loosening and spiraling around her forehead.
Behind me, I can hear the sounds of the homeless shelter rising into the air, the chatter and hubbub as the volunteers and paid employees hand out food and hygiene parcels.
I stay in the shadows of the store closet for a few moments, watching my queen as she catalogues the inventory. She’s wearing one of the Never Alone polo T-shirts, hugging tightly to her mountain range body, a series of dips and peaks I could spend the rest of my life exploring.
With my tongue, with my hands, or perhaps just trail the bulging precome slicked head of my manhood up and down her, watching as a thick line of seed paints each sinful inch.
She looks capable and so damn human right now, not like those empty headed rake thin women who threw themselves at me for years before Lena came along.
She’s all I’ll ever need, a queen who simply couldn’t be more perfect for me.
She glances up, a pout puckering her kissable lips.
“How long have you been lurking there, huh?”
“Lurking?” I chuckle deeply, power infusing my savage’s laugh. “I’m observing the most beautiful thing in existence.”
She bats her eyelids, a smile lighting up her face.
She’s wearing no makeup and I wouldn’t have it any other way, her smile one hundred percent genuine and real. She’s the mother of my children, already, even if we’ve yet to complete the sacred, blood boiling act.
Soon.
Today.
I can’t wait any longer.
“Is that really how you’d describe a bunch of cardboard boxes and food packages, huh?” she sasses.
I stalk across the room and place my hands on her shoulders, the only thing stopping me from fisting her bouncy ponytail and bending her over to get a peek at that pink wet pussy is the knowledge that we may be interrupted.
And she’s for my eyes only.
Always.
“What do you think?” I ask.
“About this place? It’s amazing, Lorenzo. I’d heard of Never Alone before but I had no idea you owned it. And the supervisor, Casey, she’s the one who roped me into doing inventory, FYI she said you own loads of charities throughout the city. Apparently, you volunteer at them yourself, too.”
“When I get the chance,” I allow. “But right now the only thing I want to volunteer is my sperm for your aching womb, Lena. Just looking at you, I know I can’t take it anymore. You’re perfection made flesh. Every inch of you is screaming out for my manhood. I want to bust open your hymen and let it drain into a cocktail glass, and sip it slowly, at leisure, because it’s the sweetest fucking drink I can imagine. And it’s mine.”
She shivers, her eyes going wide in that just Lena way that means her lust is becoming as frantic and starving as my carnal desire.
“Jeez, Lorenzo. Do you think it’d be hella
