I crash into my orgasm so unexpectedly that I let out a loud moan, unable to control myself.
“Lorenzo!” I gasp out. My whole body feels electric and tender, like any subtle touch could have me coming for him again. And I know he’s not done with me yet. Even as his fingers pull out and his hand withdraws, I feel him pushing my legs further apart with an animalistic growl. He’s about to show me yet another level of pleasure that I never knew existed and I can’t wait.
I’m still riding my last high when his mouth moves to my folds. His tongue runs over me so gently that I feel a shudder all the way through my body. I’m whimpering as his tongue begins to work magic its on me. How has he made me into this mess? I’ve melted into a puddle beneath his touch. He growls as he slowly licks me again.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls. He buries his tongue inside me for a moment and my thighs clamp around his face, locking him in. He doesn’t seem to mind though. He doesn’t even come up for air as he expertly brushes his tongue over my clit over and over, showing me a new height to the pleasure he’s gifted me ever since he walked into my room.
I’m breathing harder now, practically seeing stars as he eats me out. He hooks my legs over his shoulders to dive in deeper and I can’t stop shaking. This is the most intimate act I can imagine doing with a man and he wants to do it with me. Maybe I’m not special to him. Maybe he makes love to all of his female staff, like a welcoming process of some sort. But I don’t think so or care. Tonight he’s chosen me. Tonight, I’m the one whose body he is worshipping. And he told me I’m his...so does that mean he belongs to me too?
This is all too much to handle. I’m close to a second orgasm and moaning loudly. I don’t care if anyone hears. I’m too turned on to care. He growls against my center.
“Come for me,” he tells me. “I want to lick up all of your sweet juices.”
His tongue moves against me for a few more seconds and I do as he commands. I have no control over this feeling. The orgasm washes over me and I buck against his face, moaning sweetly, letting him taste me once again. He growls, lapping away at me even as I’m coming down from the sensation. He lifts his head to look at me and his lips are wet with my juices. It’s so freaking hot.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, baby,” he growls, licking his lips slowly. “I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
I want it. I want it so badly. He moves closer to me again, towering over me. I want to take out his length and suck him off. I want to see if he’s as big as I think he is. I want him to take my virginity and fill me up entirely with his…
But there are footsteps in the corridor. Someone is coming. Lorenzo shoots me a look and I know he has to hide. I grab my robe to cover myself up and he moves calmly to the closet on the other side of the room, getting inside and closing the door. I’m just tying my robe when a knock comes on my bedroom door.
We were almost caught, but who the hell is coming to my room in the middle of the night? There’s only one person I can imagine wanting to see me right now…
Bianca.
Lorenzo
I hold my breath as Bianca enters the room. What the hell is she doing here in Lydia’s room? She’s going to cause trouble for me, I just know it. Through the crack in the closet doors, I watch her walk toward Lydia.
“Sorry to disturb you this late at night,” Bianca says, not sounding very sorry. “I just wanted to see how you are settling in.”
“Uh, fine,” Lydia says, wrapping her arms around herself uncomfortably. Bianca smiles at her fakely and I can tell that she doesn’t really care about Lydia. She’s here to get back at me.
“Well, I’m glad. This is going to be your home for some time, after all,” she says, a tinge of bitterness to her voice. “I wanted to also come here and give you some advice, woman to woman.”
And there it is. The reason she’s actually here. She’s going to try and convince Lydia that I’m no good for her. If she wasn’t my sister I’d storm out there now and confront her. But there’s nothing Bianca can say that will break this apart right now…
Unless she tells her I’m part of the mafia.
My heart stops for a second. She could easily tell her. If she does, I’ll be screwed. I don’t know if Lydia would want to stay if she realizes I’m not on the straight and narrow. I’ve done bad things. My job is to intimidate and scare and manipulate. Does she want to be with a man who can do all of those things? I know that subconsciously, this is the reason I’ve held back from telling her. I’m concerned that she won’t be interested once she knows the kind of man I am. I know she’ll figure it out at some point, given the nature of the way I live my life, but I don’t want her to find out this way. I want her to hear it from my lips.
But now it looks like I might not have that option. Bianca sits down on the edge of the bed and pats the
