by K. L Mann
“Yeah, I guess. You should have seen her, Amá. It’s like she thinks if I see her near him enough, I’ll get mad at him and leave. She’s impossible… so I kinda snapped.” I shrug.
“Diego would be happy that you left her broken.” She declares. “He always said that if you are going to overreact about anything–”
“Make sure the son of a bitch remembers who overreacted.” I finish her sentence.
We both smile.
“I know it is a tough subject for you Mija, but I do hope you know how proud he would be of you.”
“I know Amá. He would be proud of you too.”
After some more catching up, she decides she needs to go. She’s apparently helping Gianna with organizing floor plans for the wedding.
The wedding that I’m going to be the bride in. On Friday… it’s Sunday. I’m going to be married for the second time in five days.
I walk her out and one of Lorenzo’s other employees drives away with her. Caterina has already started to clean up the kitchen before I return.
“Sorry about the mess, my mother’s kind of a tornado in the kitchen.” I give her a sympathetic smile.
“It is no problem, Katherine.” She smiles back at me.
“Do we have any chocolate? Like ice cream or something?” I ask hopefully. Chocolate numbs my cramps better than any medicine.
“Ahh, Signore Vitale said you would like that soon.” Caterina pulls open the freezer and picks up two pints of ice cream. “Fudge brownie or mint Oreo?”
It’s scary how well he knows me. Did he know I'd want it soon because he knows when my period is supposed to be? He knows my favorite ice creams and when I want them the most. He’s officially higher than stalker level.
“Oo, fudge brownie.” I smile at her.
My burning desire for chocolate supersedes my sketched-out thoughts. Caterina gives me the pint and a spoon. I also grab a can of ginger ale which wasn’t there until today. I always drink ginger ale when I’m sick or have bad cramps.
Scary.
I take my period cures to the TV room and plop down on the couch. I pull a big faux fur blanket over myself, put on American Horror Story (Coven, of course) and pop open my ice cream. It’s a brand I’ve never seen but it tastes even better than Ben & Jerry’s does. I’m completely full from lunch but I still keep eating it, every bite feels like cold silk pooling in my mouth.
I finish the entire pint and my cramps subside a bit but now my stomach is too full. I sip on my ginger ale slowly hoping to soothe myself even more. I’m laughing at Madison’s witch bitch antics when I hear the door open.
“I see you’ve found your ice cream.” Lorenzo looks at the empty container on the coffee table in front of me.
“You knew when I was due for my period?” I question him with a suspicious eyebrow raise.
He chuckles. “You track it on your phone. No one is that well connected.”
“Yeah, the phone I still can’t get back yet.” I grumble.
“You can have it back after we’re married.” Lorenzo sits next to me on the couch.
“Speaking of that, am I supposed to be writing vows or something?”
“No. Arianna will teach you the vows in Italian this week.”
“Okay.” I take another sip. “If you could be a witch or warlock like these girls, would you?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I don’t know, would you?”
“Yes of course. Setting things on fire with my mind? Teleporting, casting spells, making potions, I can’t think of anything I’d rather be.” I laugh. “Oh! Other than a vampire, that’d be pretty sweet.” I amend.
“Yeah, you’re obsessed with that Kol Mikaelson guy from the Vampire diaries. You’ve got a weird thing about wanting to live forever.” He scoffs.
“Of course. Living forever with those powers and never growing old? It’s a perfect reality. Also, that man could rip my throat out and I’d thank him.” I joke. “But you shouldn’t know so much about me. It’s weird.”
“You shouldn’t know so little about your soon to be husband, it’s weird.” He pokes back.
“Yeah, well I don’t exactly have a team of researchers to dig up dirt on you. Even if I did, I doubt they’d tell me anything I want to know.”
“You know enough.”
“Do I? Because sometimes I think I actually know nothing.” I frown. Neither of us are looking at each other but we’re also not listening to the TV.
“One question.” Lorenzo tells me, still not looking at me.
“What did you want to be when you grew up? Before you knew about your world, what did you want to be most of all?”
“I don’t remember. Mamma claims I wanted to be a veterinarian.” He shrugs. “We used to have animals, horses, cats, dogs, bunnies and stuff. I liked them a lot, all I wanted to do was run around outside with them.”
“Why don’t you have pets now?” I assume it’s because he is busy, but it isn’t like he can’t afford someone to take care of them while he’s gone.
“I said one, curiosity killed the cat you know.”
“But satisfaction brought it back.” I retort.
Silence makes the air grow thick.
“So, did your dad ever stop laughing?” I giggle as I ask.
Lorenzo finally looks at me, I can feel his eyes against the side of my face as I turn to look at him too.
“He showed the video to nearly everyone he knows, he told them all that you’re about to be his daughter. He’s proud of that swing.” He shakes his head with a smile. “He laughed even harder when I told him you called her a cunt when you got in her face.” Lorenzo let’s his lip curl into a small smile.
“What can I say, I’ve got anger issues.” I shrug and then put my head into his lap to lay down.
“We’re having Sunday dinner with my parents tonight at seven.” Lorenzo’s hand lays on top of my head softly. “Then this week you’ll have a bunch of stuff to do. Dress fittings, rehearsals, final approval of decorations and such.”
“Sounds boring.” I sigh. “Wedding stuff anyways, dinner sounds fine.”
“My brother will be there. He’s got a mouth on him, so beware.” Lorenzo’s hand strokes my hair.
“I’ve got a mouth on me too.” I tease.
“Yeah, my mouth.” Lorenzo’s voice is dark.
I slide a hand across his high, slowly scratching him with my nails.
“What do you want, Lorenzo?” I use his own line against him playfully.
His hand balls into a fist of my hair and pulls my face up to his.
“I take what I want, love. I don’t need to ask like you do.” His free hand removes his belt and sets his cock free; it’s swollen just from him pulling me by my hair. “I’ll use my mouth, whenever I please.” Lorenzo’s lips violently attack mine and my head is screaming for him to let go of my hair.
My mouth is forced open by his thumb and then my head is pushed back into his lap. I whimper as his cock is thrust into my mouth but his grip on my hair relaxes. His hand slides to the back of my neck to steady me and push me up and down. He makes me suck him slow and deep then fast and rough. I breathe frantically through my nose, it’s so painful but so fucking good.
My pussy is throbbing, wanting more. I choke more and more but keep moving my tongue around, loving the taste of him.
“Your mouth was made for this.” Lorenzo rasps.
“Make for you.” I choke, sucking him deeper.
“Your mine Katherine, tell me.” He rasps, groaning as I take him in my mouth.
“Yours.” I hum, enjoying every inch he gives me. “All yours.”
I want more.
I’m able to pull my head away for a moment.
“Take a bath with me.” I beg, stroking him with my hand, waiting for an answer.
The water always stops the bleeding and I’m desperate to have him back inside of me. I can’t get enough of him. Lorenzo’s hand strokes my cheek and snakes into my hair.
“Go g
et in. I’ll meet you.” His lips peck mine and he puts his hardness back into his pants. I jump up and practically sprint upstairs.
I draw myself a warm bath with sugary scented bubbles, clean myself up and then relax into the water. It feels like silk, somehow everything here feels too good to be true. The blankets are softer, the air is cooler and I never have to make myself food if I want it.
I close my eyes to bask in the peace.
“Have you lost your appetite?” Lorenzo teases, standing in the doorway.
His shirt is nowhere to be found and he’s holding a belt.
“Not if that necklace is for me, I haven’t.” I watch him from my lounging position.
“Is that what you want, love? A necklace?” Lorenzo walks toward me slowly.
I nod.
Lorenzo slips off his bottoms and I watch shamelessly. His body is a chiseled piece of art covered in art. All of his tattoos are black and white and immaculately done. They must have been expensive and planned ahead of time. They shape his body perfectly.
“Move forward for me, little demon. I’m coming in.”
I do as he asks and slip forward, leaving him space to climb in behind me. His legs wrap around mine. His legs are the least tattooed part about him. His feet are free of them and he has some missing spaces of skin on his calves. His back has some free space as well.
“You missed some spots here.” I say dragging my fingers along his legs.
Lorenzo pulls me by my stomach into him.
“I haven’t had time to complete those spaces yet.” His mouth is nearly on my ear. I shiver as he speaks. “So jumpy.” He muses and starts to play with my hair, making the hairs on the back of my neck tickle.
My ass is pressed between his legs and I can feel him harden against me.
“Are you going to hurt me now?” I whisper, breathlessly feeling flushed from his touch.
“Always so eager for pain…” Lorenzo saunters. “Always so willing to get your little pussy full of me, aren’t you, little demon?”
“Yes.” I barely let the word leave my lips.
I hear a dark sound catch in his throat.
“Turn around, take what you want then.”
Slowly, I turn around and straddle his waist watching him, watch me. I line myself up above him and feel myself throb before I lower myself onto him.
Lorenzo pulls the belt from the ground and latches it around my neck so swiftly I didn’t have time to react. It squeezes me tightly and I rasp for air.
“The faster you make me come, the faster you get the pleasure of oxygen returned to you.” Lorenzo's eyes look dangerous and terrifying.
My stomach flutters, it’s so fucking hot but panic tries to seep in me. I have to take short meaningful breaths to keep myself from panicking. The belt is so tight it might take me out, I have to trust me. I do what Lorenzo tells me I need to do. I start bouncing myself on his cock as hard and as fast as I can.
He slides in and out of me easily but the way my walls wrap around him makes static flow throw my blood. The water splashes around us and I want to scream out but I can’t. One of Lorenzo’s hands grabs my ass too tightly and helps me ride him deeper. My nails dig into his shoulders, telling him I can’t take it much longer. I’m gasping through every moan as his cock punishes me for a crime I don’t know if I’ve committed.
Lorenzo watches me and tips his head back and groans.
He must be close; I need to work harder.
I push my dripping wet tits into his chest, making his eyes return to me. I get close enough to crush my lips into his and his tongue takes my mouth captive. I pull back from his lips needing more air.
I’m coming. I can’t scream and I can barely moan but I’m coming and my body is quivering on his. I can’t stop no matter how overwhelmed my nerve endings are, I need to keep fucking him. I need to breathe.
My hips rock back and forth and I feel my toes curl. Total ecstasy runs deep inside of me. My skin heats and I crush my lips back into his. Suddenly the pressure on my neck ends and I can breathe. I scream out a violent moan.
“Good girl, scream for me.” Lorenzo's voice is heavy in my ears.
“Yes! Fuck, please come in me Lorenzo. I need it, I need you.” I bounce as fast as I can and feel a second wind come through me.
This is so fucking hot I can’t control any part of me. Fuck.
I’m coming again as his hand tightens on my ass and his warmth meets mine. I feel him throb inside of me and he lets out a ragged breath. Our lips meet again as we come down. I’m still shaking on him when his hands caress my back. I lay my head on his neck and relax into his body.
“You need me, do you?” Lorenzo asks playfully.
I grumble.
“You always take what I say out of context or read into it too much.” I don’t move though, I’m far too comfortable.
“Or, you say what you mean before you realize you say it.” He retorts.
“Or, you want me to mean it.” I whisper back.
“Bath time is over.” Lorenzo starts to shift and push me away.
“No!” I wrap my arms around him tighter, stopping him. His cock slips out of me in the process but I still feel it against my body.
“No?” Lorenzo laughs. “You’re telling me no?”
I squeeze my arms around him tighter and my legs too.
“You always leave.” I pout. “I won’t see you again until dinner if you leave now.”
“I have things to do.” Lorenzo huffs.
“Let’s negotiate.” I declare. “I’ll let you go now, if we watch a movie after dinner together.”
“I could just move you myself.” Lorenzo retorts.
“Come on.” I frown. “I’ve been alone most of the time or with Gio and Luca. Plus, all next week I’ll be getting ready for a wedding that’s only important to one of us, and that’s not me.” I sigh. “Please?”
“Fine. One movie, after dinner.”
I let him go and watch his Adonis body dripping in soap and warm water step out of the tub. He’s glistening and I wish I made him stay.
I couldn’t make him stay if I tried. Duty calls.
“Be ready by 6:30?” I guess.
“Yes.”
Lorenzo leaves me in the tub that quickly feels less warm without him. I drain out the water and now I’m cold. It’s only 4pm. I put on some sweats and lay down in my bed to sleep. I set a two-hour alarm on my clock and drift into peace.
I’m dressed and ready to leave by 6:30 like I promised I would be. I haven’t had a family dinner in a very long time. Lorenzo didn’t tell me how to dress, he never does. I picked a high–waisted black skirt that flows above the tops of my thighs with sheer black tights and a maroon cropped sweater that meets the top of my skirt. I am wearing a pair of brown heeled boots, and the only jewelry I put on is my ring.
I look like how Autumn feels.
I don’t know if this is formal enough but my cramps have returned and I feel semi comfortable. I find my way downstairs quickly and see only Gio is waiting by the door. He’s wearing the normal black on black, no tie with a few buttons undone. I don’t feel underdressed anymore.
“Is Lorenzo not home yet?” I peer around the foyer for him.
“No. Luca and Lorenzo will meet us there.” Gio seems frustrated.
“Okay. I’m ready when you are.”
Gio opens the door and I follow him through it.
“I’ve never seen this car before.” I tell him, seeing the blacked-out Lamborghini Aventador.
“That’s because it’s mine.” Lorenzo pulls open the passenger door for me and I dip my head in.
My door shuts and seconds later his door opens. The interior is glowing light blue colors when the engine roars to life.
“It’s nice, my dad always liked Aventadors.” I comment, looking around the interior some more.
“You know what model car this is?” Gio looks at me like I’m nuts.
Men who know cars can be so gatekeepy.
/> “Why wouldn’t I?” I retort, hoping he’ll see the sexist assumption he made.
He laughs and shakes his head and takes us on our way.
“Do you get annoyed having to look after me?”
“No.” He sighs like it might not be true. “You’re with Lorenzo now, you’re one of us.”
“One of you?” I smile. “Does that mean I can walk into the next Challenge Night and clean house like you three?” I tease.
“I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”
My eyes widen. Did he just say that?
“I wouldn’t make it through the preliminary fights. I’m tough but most of those guys would be able to knock me out pretty quickly. I only did well because I had a knife.”
“You always do that, you know?” Gio frowns.
“Do what?”
“Belittle your own strength.”
“Bad habit I guess.” I mumble, knowing full well why I see myself as weak.
“Anyways, not every Challenge Night has the same qualifying round. Lorenzo’s and mine were a fight night style too but Luca’s was marksmanship. The only thing that stays the same is a guest or graduate takes on the last four standing in the ring. Sometimes there are different stakes, like how you got a knife.”
“Are women even allowed to do Challenge Night?”
He's making it seem like it’s easy, like I should do it.
“Women are only allowed to do Challenge Night. They can’t enroll in the program, but they can show up to win like we did.” Gio shrugs.
“I don’t want to be a mercenary. Why would I try to do Challenge Night anyways?”
“You’ll have to have Lorenzo tell you that.”
Great, more answers I won’t get.
The sun has nearly set when we pull into Lorenzo’s family home. There are lights coming from the yard and illuminating out of the house. Gio swings around the driveway and pulls up to the valet. The valet opens my door for me and Gio comes around the car to take me inside.
He’s acting like a bodyguard.
“Lorenzo’s not here yet, is he?” I mumble as Gio leads the way inside.
“No.”
Classical music hits my ears with cool air when the door cracks open.
There are more people here than I wanted there to be. And, Lorenzo isn’t here. Great.