by K. L Mann
Lorenzo responds to my invitation by reaching a hand down to steady himself and then putting himself in me, slowly. He’s never put it in like this and my skin flames with lust as he does. His lips are still attacking mine with heat and pressure in the slowest most tension–filled way.
Lorenzo thrusts teasing strokes into me and I whisper into his mouth. His hand leaves my face and runs down my stomach slowly. His thumb pushes into my clit and rubs around so slowly, the suspense is killing me.
“Oh my God.” I tip my head away from his lips and cry out.
“Not God, me.” He grabs the back of my neck and makes me look at him. “Tell me who’s body this is.” His strokes are long, slow and too deep.
Pressure is building in me and I can’t handle it.
“Yours, Lorenzo.” I rasp and bite my lip. “My body is yours.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.” I whimper, biting my lip as the wicked words leave my mouth.
His lips hover above mine again. “Good girl.”
His thumb makes faster circles but his thrusts don’t pick up pace. I’m fucking melting underneath him.
“Lorenzo!” I yell out as his cock hits me exactly where I need it.
“That’s right.” He moans back. “Scream my name and come for me, love.”
“Oh fuck! Lorenzo!” I can’t throw my head back; he’s making me look at him.
I burst into a million pieces and don’t take my eyes off of him. My entire body fills with warmth as I come down. I squeeze my walls on him, begging for him to stay.
Twenty more strokes and Lorenzo spills his cum into me. He moans under his breath and as he does. I can’t move. I’m frozen in place; my head is spinning and my eyes are heavy. I’m completely and utterly exhausted.
Lorenzo doesn’t speak and neither do I. He lays down next to me, and our breaths fill the room with white noise until I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 19: Fiducia
“She made her decision, Diego. Leave, before you regret it.” Gustavo threatens my father with a wicked grin.
“I’m not leaving without my grandson.” My father bites back, seemingly unafraid even as he’s outnumbered.
“Papa please!” I cry out, thrashing in the hold of two men. “It’s okay, please we have to go. Please, he’ll kill us.”
“You heard her.” Gustavo laughs. “Eres tan débil como tu hija.”
“War will be waged. This won’t end here and you know it, boy.” My father threatens.
Panic pools in my stomach, consuming me slowly.
“I was hoping you might say that. The best wars always start with an execution.”
Two gun shots ring from Gus’s gun. No hesitation, no second thoughts; just murder.
All I can hear is my voice crack into a scream, my legs give out.
“You have five minutes to pull yourself together, kitty, or you’ll be next.”
As per usual, I wake up alone. I’m sweating from my nightmare. They don’t make me scream anymore though. I’ve seen the same images haunt me since the day I left.
I sigh when I see it’s only 6:30am. I don’t even know what time I went to bed, but by the feeling in my stomach I’m going to assume it was late. Whenever I don’t get enough sleep, I have this weird acid reflux, drinking the night before doesn’t help.
I force myself out of Lorenzo’s bed and rub my eyes as I make my way to my room. I’m definitely feeling the effects of having sex all throughout yesterday. My soreness is creeping in.
Maybe I’ll take a bath later.
I put on a pair of grey spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. I pick a pair of white running shoes and throw the hair to the top of my head. Brushing my teeth makes my stomach feel a little bit better, the mint flavor usually helps for some reason.
I don’t see anyone downstairs but I don’t feel like looking for them. I just make my way to the garden to start my laps. The only bright side about waking up earlier than normal is the cool air, it burns the lungs even harder.
The garden is empty and the crisp morning air feels like silk in my throat. Birds chirp quietly and the sun is low and orange.
I wish I had music to run, it makes time feel faster. I still don’t have my fucking phone. Whatever.
I sprint the first loop, jog the next, and repeat. The sun slowly moves further into the sky. I’m getting frustrated with myself for not running faster. My head is too busy spinning about everything I don’t know.
I still have no idea what part of Italy I’m in. When am I getting my phone back? Are my uncles okay? Why doesn’t Lorenzo sleep with me? Why do I want to sleep with him? Why were Gio and Arianna so surprised that he watched a movie? It’s just a fucking movie. I don’t know why Nicole is so desperate to steal Lorenzo away. I don’t know what Lorenzo wants from me. He’s distant all the time but yesterday was so… I don’t know. I think I trust him; he says nice things sometimes. He doesn’t want to never see me again, and I agree. I don’t want to never see him again no matter how frustrating he is.
Why did Amá have to mention Pedro? Fuck. Run faster Kate.
My legs move faster and my thighs burn. I lost track of my laps at ten. My feet feel numb and my head hurts but I refuse to stop. I’m breathing loudly, sweating all over and I can feel my heartbeat in my ears. I should stop and breathe, but I don’t want the burn to fade, not yet. The pain takes over and my thoughts are clear of the things I keep put away. I only think of how badly my body aches, it aches so fucking good.
No one has come to find me yet. Over ten laps means over an hour, maybe two. My feet are begging me to stop and I definitely feel shin splints coming. My ribs ache and my lungs burn. I’m at peace in my pain. I wish I had music to muffle my thoughts of pain, I’ve only achieved that a few times. When I completely lose myself in a song and dissociate fully. Pain is the only bliss I experience regularly.
My knees feel wobbly as I’m finishing what I think is my sixteenth loop. I don’t think my heart can beat faster without bursting. Still, I don’t stop, I only slow to a jog when I have to and I keep pushing. Until Lorenzo stops me. Why does he keep doing that? I’m fine. Ugh.
“That’s enough.” His body is blocking me from continuing on to my next loop. He’s wearing workout shorts, no shirt and sweating a little himself, but I didn’t see him running at all.
I don’t know if I have enough breath to speak. I hold my hands on my head to expand my lungs. Sweat covers the hair there and my hands push into it. I feel wetness coating the front of my thighs, my lower back, my chest, my neck and my arms excessively.
“Why?” I manage to ask through rapid breaths.
“It’s 10am. You’ve been running for almost four hours.” He hands me a bottle of water that I didn’t notice he was holding. I roll my eyes and take it.
“I’m fine.” I lie. I drink almost the entire bottle of water, desperate for it to cure my headache.
“You’re going to pass out if you don’t stop.” He protests. “Come on, you can swim with me as a cool down.” Lorenzo puts his hand out for me to take it. I do. Swimming will help my soreness, in all the regions of my body that need it.
Lorenzo pulls me through the house and into the secret pool room. It’s warm in here and my skin feels even more sticky because of it. I take off my socks and shoes and wince as I do. My feet feel awful, like they’ve been squeezed into unfit shoes for hours but it’s really from hitting the ground too hard when I force myself to run faster. Lorenzo loses his shoes too and steps into the heated pool with ease, he’s not sore like I am.
I grumble as I sit on the edge of the pool and my muscles scream at me for it. I put my feet into the water and slide in slowly. The water is warm and my ankles rejoice at the soothing nature of it. I throw off my scrunchy and let my hair fall all over before putting my head under. My hair slicks itself back against my body as I come up for air. Lorenzo is watching me and I rub my legs under the water, massaging my cramps.
“Did Arianna get hom
e okay last night?” I ask moving on to rub my arms next.
“She did.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that five shots would take her by storm like that.” I sigh. “I don’t always think about stuff like that, you know? She wanted to have fun and I drink way more than that all the time. I should have been more cautious.” I can’t swim, it hurts too much. I lean up against one of the pool ways and let the water make me feel weightless.
“Arianna knows her limit, she was showing off, it’s not your fault.” Lorenzo admits. “She’s having a bit of a rebellious phase.” He rolls his eyes.
“She doesn’t really know much about your families… business, does she? She seems so blissfully in her own world.”
“No. Arianna knows that we’re powerful in the world of business and that we’re dangerous. She just knows people don’t mess with her because she’s related to us.” He shrugs.
“Why did you have me do Challenge Night?” I decide to ask. “There weren’t any women training there, are there?” My back aches and I adjust my footing to make it stop.
“No, we don’t employ women.” He sighs. “It’s tradition, women don’t really get to know anything. There are very few exceptions amongst the ranks. My father, me, Gio’s father and Gio. The top four men can tell their partners for their own protection, or not tell them, for the same reason.” He pauses. “I want to expand, add a few women to our roster, that’s why you did Challenge Night. You made a statement… and you needed the release.”
“You are number two, Gio is number four, what is Luca?” Lorenzo is swimming closer to me as I ask.
“Luca isn’t in the power rank structure, it’s complicated. He doesn’t need to be, he’s at the top of the merc’s rank structure. We all still do jobs from time to time, but we have different roles. No more business questions, I told you I can’t tell you more until we’re married.”
Lorenzo’s arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me softly around the pool. My legs float softly behind me as he does.
“What did you do with my apartment? Like where’s all my stuff?”
“Is there something you want?”
“I don’t really know. To be honest, I can’t think of much that I even owned. But I don’t want to be paying rent for an empty apartment.”
“I’ll have a contact in New York, clear it out and sell it tomorrow then.”
I don’t argue. I didn’t like living there. I also don’t have any personal items that can’t be replaced. I hate anything sentimental, too many emotions.
“My body hurts.” I complain as we make another circle in the pool. I feel nice in his arms but my soreness isn’t going away.
Lorenzo brings his lips to my ear and whispers. “The masseuse will be here in an hour.” I smile as the heat of his breath tickles my ear.
A massage sounds so fucking good.
I move my arms up and around his neck, pulling myself up enough to kiss him. My lips crush into his and I breathe in deep through my nose. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and I smile as he does. I love the way he tastes. I wrap my legs around him tighter and grind into him.
“I want you to bend me over the side of the pool, like yesterday.” I whimper through our kisses. His hand squeezes my ass in response. “Make me even more sore, make me scream.”
Lorenzo grins and walks me to the shallow end of the pool. My sports bra is pulled over my head before he sets me down to bend me over the edge of the pool. My shorts are ripped down my legs violently next. A hand smacks against my bare ass and I cry out.
“This is what you want?” Another smack hits my ass and it burns. “You want me to fuck your tight little cunt, right here?” Another smack hits me and I wince.
His words make me melt into a puddle of lust before him.
“Yes, sir.” I rasp, desperate for his touch.
Lorenzo’s shorts appear on the edge of the pool next to me and I feel his hands move along the backs of my thighs.
“You look good enough to eat.” He murmurs before licking my pussy from top to bottom.
He puts my ankles together and locks them into place between his legs. I feel his tongue slip inside of my slippery folds and I nearly come right there. I moan and my stomach raises off of the floor as I gasp.
“You’re so good at that.” I murmur through my moans. My hands ball into fists as he continues to work me over.
“What am I good at, love?” He teases me and then flicks his tongue harder and faster on my clit.
“Licking my pussy.” I gasp. “It’s never felt better.” I moan and push myself back into his face slowly.
“Mmm, you’re always so eager.” Lorenzo puts two fingers inside of me and rubs them against the top wall while his tongue continues to push me toward the edge.
“Fuck!” I nearly choke on my moan. “Can I come now? Please say yes!” I ramble my request quickly.
“Since you asked so nicely…” His fingers move faster hitting me in precisely the right spot. “You can come now.” His tongue attacks my clit and I burst.
“Yes, Lorenzo! Fuck!” I hit the hard tiles with my fist and bite my lip too hard. My mind races as my orgasm pools out of me.
His fingers slip out of me and his tongue leaves my heat. Lorenzo plants kisses on my thighs and then bites my ass playfully.
“Brace yourself love; this one be nearly as gentle as last night.” Lorenzo warns, as he lines himself up.
I feel a hand around the back of my neck, holding me still. His cock rams into me hard enough to hit the very back of my cunt. I let out a little scream of surprise and hear a deep laughter as I do. Lorenzo’s thrusts begin and it’s the most delicious pain you could imagine. His strokes are violently deep and they don’t fucking stop.
“You’re so fucking deep, Lorenzo.” I moan into the tiles. I want to push my ass into him as he strokes but I can’t move, I’m hypnotized. “Fill me up.” I whimper.
“You want my cum?” He groans and then pulls me up by my hair and spins me around. He sets my ass on the tiles and shoves his cock back into me. “Earn it.”
My stomach flutters and I push myself further into him, grinding myself against his thrusts. My lips can’t resist kissing his neck. I kiss it up and down and around his collarbone, then lick it slowly to his jawline. I hear a moan catch in his throat. We’re fucking each other, pushing our bodies into each other and not stopping.
Heat flashes through my veins like an electrical pulse. I’m coming apart for him. I don’t stop, I can’t stop, I want him to come too.
“I can’t slow down, not until you come in me.” I pant, craving the warmness of him in me. I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders and push my tits into his body.
“Fuck!” Lorenzo groans, his hands grope my ass, lifting me off the tiles and all the way on to him. I bounce on him as fast as I can keep up, earning it.
Lorenzo’s head tips back. I hear him groan without opening his mouth. I scratch at his shoulder blades as his cum finally spills into me.
“That feels so fucking good.” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “Like your cum is made to be in me.” Lorenzo sets me down in the water and slowly pulls out of me, leaving me longing.
“It is.”
“I don’t like when it ends.” I sigh and rub my sore shoulders, watching every detail of him shimmer in the water.
“If it never ends, then it can never begin again.”
“I like the beginning…” I admit.
“You should go shower to wash off the chlorine before your massage.” Lorenzo kisses my head before pulling himself out of the pool.
I watch him wrap a towel around his waist as I take the stairs, gripping the railing to support my sore legs. Lorenzo hands me a towel and I wrap it around myself. We leave our clothes behind and make our way back to our rooms.
My massage was amazing and practically two hours long. It’s 1pm when my masseuse Silvia leaves.
I will definitely be calling her for another massage.
&nbs
p; I throw on a pair of skinny jeans and an oversized black t–shirt with a pair of sneakers. My hair is in a high ponytail and curling around my face messily.
I decide I should eat despite my awful rib cramps making me feel nauseous. Yeah, I got my fucking period after the massage. Luckily not during. I’m sure the increase in my sexual appetite sped it up a bit. I wasn’t due for a few more days. I’m one of the fortunate ones, it only stays for 2–3 days but the cramps are terrible. I take a few ibuprofens that are next to feminine products in my bathroom and take care of my lady business.
When I get into the kitchen, I’m overwhelmed by the smell of… tacos?
Caterina made birria? No way…
My mouth is watering as I scan over everything laid out in front of me.
“Mija…” Mother’s voice comes from behind me, I turn to see her. “I didn’t want to crowd you. I’m sorry for what I said yesterday, I wasn’t thinking. You know me, I’m so scatterbrained sometimes. I thought I should make it up to you.”
“It’s okay Amá. I know you didn’t mean to upset me. Besides, how could I be mad at you after all this?” I wave my hand above her cooking.
“Well, it’s probably not perfect.” She sighs. “There isn’t exactly a good Mexican market here but I found some decent substitutes.” She smiles and makes her way to the island counter to fix me a plate.
We sit and talk, eating nearly perfect birria tacos together. She tells me all about living with Lorenzo’s parents, she loves it there. Gianna is her new best friend. I’m not surprised they are so similar in so many ways. They went shopping together this morning and she is thrilled that Gianna likes to spend money as much as she does. She tells me how she conspired with Lorenzo to try to apologize and that she promised she wouldn’t stay to eat if I needed more time.
I tell her about my disaster of a bachelorette party.
“You broke her jaw Mija?” My mother’s eyes widen as she sips her lemon water.