by K. L Mann
He spins me around and makes our lips meet. He tastes like orange and mint as his tongue invades my mouth. My lips fight him back and I wrap my hands around his neck, wanting more of his taste. His hands slide down my body with a rough touch. My ass is squeezed tight by his hands and it pulls my balance into him.
“Please.” I moan into his mouth.
“Please what?” Lorenzo groans back.
My hands leave his neck and trace down his stomach until I reach his waist. I pull him closer to me by his belt. I feel the stiff length of him against my body.
“Fuck me, before we get caught.” I beg.
My prayers are answered. Lorenzo picks me up and tosses me onto the couch. My legs spread for him like a reflex or a basic survival instinct. He pulls out his cock and pushes my panties to the side. In one shift motion, he’s thrusting inside of me and my hair is in his grip.
I try to keep my moans quiet by biting my lip but I can’t stop myself from pushing into him. Begging for his cock never to leave me again. I meet his thrusts as he hits the deepest point of me.
“That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock love.” Lorenzo encourages me.
The hand that’s not holding my hair mercilessly moves to attack my clit. I can’t contain my moans as his fingers vibrate my sensitive skin. I’m being far too loud; everyone will know what we’re doing. I can’t stop it; he’s hitting me just where I need it.
“Lorenzo.” I rasp. “You have to stop.” His pace is so fucking delicious. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to scream. Everyone will hear us.”
I don’t want him to stop, my legs are instinctively wrapping around his waist; trapping him.
“Good.” Lorenzo groans and thrusts into me harder. “Let them all know who you belong to. Tell them who’s making you fall apart.”
His perfect pace matches the torture of my sensitive flesh. Everything aligns and I’m completely lost in him. His thick cock is stretching me in the most lethal way while his fingers play me like a song.
“Lorenzo!” I yell, not able to stop myself. “Please… oh fuck.”
My orgasm explodes through my plight of mercy.
I try to squirm away from his fingers. The pressure is too much to handle, he forces me in place and continues to undo me. His hand leaves my hair and clasps around my neck. My head is pulled forward to watch him pump in and out of me.
“Watch me fill you with my cum.” Lorenzo demands, darkly.
His hand moves off of my clit and holds my thigh in place, opening me up. His cock is soaking wet, slipping in and out of me violently. We look like art together. Lorenzo keeps my head in place, making me watch him torture me. I hear a low growl in his throat and a deep release of breath and his warmth pools inside of me.
“That’s so fucking hot.” I moan as he pulls out of me, some of his cum seeps out.
“Yeah, it is.” Lorenzo lets me go and I can see him watching what I was seeing.
“Um, how am I supposed to clean up now?”
Lorenzo smiles as he buttons his pants back up. He grabs tissues from the table in the corner and hands them to me. I clean myself up and get dressed while Lorenzo waits for me. I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I don’t wait to face anyone now.
Lorenzo opens the door and lets me through first. I was really hoping he would lead the way. There is no way they don’t know what we were doing. Lorenzo will bask in the glory of his conquest but I’ll feel exposed.
Act normal, Katherine. No one is going to say anything.
Luca is in the kitchen with Gio and Arianna. They are all eating but look up at me as we walk in. I knew Arianna wouldn’t say anything, Gio is a fifty–fifty chance, and I never know with Luca; he’s the wildcard.
“Different kind of appetite this afternoon, Katherine?” Luca smirks at me and takes a bite of his chicken playfully.
I glare at him and Arianna giggles. She playfully hits him on the shoulder to tell him to shut up. Lorenzo smiles at him like he’s happy that someone mentioned it. He likes that they heard us.
“Yeah, you could say that.” I grit through my teeth.
Gio laughs under his breath.
Lorenzo returns to his plate and I make myself one. I sit next to him and poke around at some pasta. It’s good, but what I really want is more of him.
We all eat together without another word.
Chapter 21: Tomorrow is The Day
The week goes by slowly, and obnoxiously.
I tried on too many different shoes, tasted too many cakes and approved too many decorations. Lorenzo was pretty busy with business and the house was filled with different men who work for him. Someone stood guard at my bedroom door each night this week. Which made for strangely erotic sex when Lorenzo would let himself in during the middle of the night.
I didn’t complain.
My wedding is tomorrow, so today is simple. Arianna and I are getting manicures and pedicures in a few minutes. It’s just past lunch time, Vito is my guard today. Lorenzo won’t tell me why security is being increased, or why he’s so busy.
I shaved every inch of my body this morning, hoping to make myself feel more bridal. I just put on a pair of denim shorts and a black cropped t–shirt with a pair of black sandals.
“Arianna is here.” Vito tells me through my bedroom door.
“Okay!” I yell from my closet.
Arianna is instructing the manicurists where to set up when I make my way down the stairs. Vito follows behind me like normal.
“Oh my gosh!” Arianna is as peppy as ever. “I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow!” She hugs me tightly. “I’m going to have a sister.”
“I can’t believe it either.” I try to keep my voice excited.
“Do you remember your vows?” Arianna taught me them earlier this week.
“Yep.” I tell her confidently.
She rehearsed them with me plenty of times.
“Awesome!” Arianna grabs my hands and pulls me over to the manicurist set up.
“So, you know your family’s weird traditions…” I try to find my words right. “Is he like, not allowed to see me today? Or will he come home later?”
“Well, you’re not really allowed to… you know.” Arianna giggles. “Sleep together. But you can be in the same house.” She shrugs.
“Good to know.” I smile at her.
Now I want to fuck him even more. Screw tradition.
We both sit in chairs with soapy water at our feet. We each have three people working on us. One at our feet, and one for each hand. I’ve never felt so pampered.
“I can’t believe we planned a wedding this big so fast.” Arianna admits.
“Me neither.” I sigh. “I asked to elope.”
“Ha!” Arianna throws her head back laughing. “Our mother would kill him if he did that.”
“That’s what he said too.” I frown. “I’m not really into being the center of attention, it’s kind of a lot.”
“You’ll do great.” Arianna declares. “It’ll be over before you know it. Then you guilt trip my brother into a proper honeymoon.” She raises her eyebrows in excitement.
“I doubt he’ll find the time.”
“I don’t know…” She hums. “I doubted he’d get married until I met you.”
“That’s different.” I retort.
She doesn’t push it any further.
We both get matching nude to white ombre nails on our fingers and simple nude gel on our toes. The manicurists massage our hands and feet before they finish.
We’ve been being pampered for hours when they start our facials. I didn’t even know we were getting them done. My skin feels wet with some kind of liquid, I have to tip my head back to let it set in.
“Man, you can really do this kind of thing whenever you want, can’t you?” I ask Arianna with cucumbers on my eyes and a cooling mask on my face.
“Sort of.” She laughs. “You can now too.”
“Eh.” I shrug. “I don’t want to spend Lorenz
o’s money all the time.”
“Trust me, he’s got more than enough.”
“It seems kind of wrong, I guess.” I admit.
“He likes throwing money around.” Arianna claims.
I don’t respond. I let the relaxation pour over me and rest my neck on the back of my chair.
“Don’t you two look… hilarious.” Luca teases as he’s passing through.
“I’ll show you, hilarious.” I take a cucumber from my eye and throw it at him, it hits him on the cheek. “Pretend that was a blade.” I glare at him.
“Oh no.” He gasps sarcastically. “You're terrifying.” Luca holds his arms up, faking submission
“Don’t make me say something we’ll both regret.” I won't elaborate for him.
I was thinking along the lines of ‘you’ve cum in my hilarious mouth and my hilarious pussy before. You didn’t seem to find them funny then.’
Luca rolls his eyes and saunters off down the hall. Arianna just giggles at us, thinking we’re being playful. I sort of feel guilty about fucking Gio and Luca with Lorenzo, knowing how she wants Gio. At the same time, Gio was all too willing to participate, maybe it helped him stay away from her.
Is that better or worse?
Our facials finish and when the manicurists and their team leave, the sun is setting and its dinner time.
“I will see you tomorrow, 1pm sharp!” Arianna gives me a hug before jumping into the car with two of her father’s staff.
I nod and wave her off.
“Dinner is set in the formal dining room.” Vito tells me as I shut the door.
“Thank you.” Vito doesn’t follow me as I make my way to eat.
Luca or Gio must be eating with me.
The dining room is dim when I enter. The table is covered in candles and two place settings are decorated with steak dinners. I’m taken back, I don’t see anyone else.
“Sit.” A dark voice appears from behind me.
I don’t move until I feel a knife poke my back. My breath hitches but I do as I’m told and sit in the chair in front of me.
“You don’t need the knife, Lorenzo.” I whisper, slowly putting my hands on the table.
“And you don’t need to reach for yours.” He reads my mind.
“Then why is your blade still on my skin?” I press.
“I want answers.” Lorenzo doesn’t move.
I’m frozen, under his control.
“You want answers?” I huff, impatiently. “I have nothing left, no secrets, no information. What question haven’t I answered?”
“Why didn’t you tell me about the money?” The blade pokes me back and it stings.
“What money?”
“Diego. You said he left everything to your mom, that you told him to leave it all to her.” He tells me information I already know. “But he didn’t even give her a fraction of it.”
“What?”
“There’s an account in your name at his bank, don’t pretend you didn’t know.”
“I didn’t know.” I bite back. “I haven’t taken any money from my dad.” I haven’t.
“You’re telling me that you weren’t informed you have six billion dollars sitting in a trust for you. You would believe someone if they told you that?”
My mouth falls open.
“How much!?” My head turns to his. “Is that why you want to marry me? His money?”
The knife leaves my skin.
“No.” Lorenzo sits down across from me casually. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t lying to me about anything. I don’t care about money. I have more than a few measly billion at my disposal.” Lorenzo starts to cut into his steak.
“You’re just going to drop that on me and eat like nothing happened?” I stare at him, dumbfounded.
“Yes.” Lorenzo takes a bit of his steak.
“Is that why Gustavo wants me dead? For the money?”
“I suspect it’s part of the reason, yes.”
“You’re so suspicious of me, all the time.” I glare at him. “Shouldn’t I be the one pressing knives into your skin and grilling you for information?”
“You could try.” Lorenzo laughs darkly.
“Maybe I don’t want to be so fucking dysfunctional all the time.” I mumble and stab a piece of potato and put it into my mouth.
“I think we function pretty well.” I feel Lorenzo’s eyes on me.
“Yeah, we’re a regular Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds.” My skin is fuming.
“That’s what you tell yourself you want?” Lorenzo scoffs and shakes his head. “A couple of kids and cheesy Instagram posts making fun of each other?”
“No.” I lie, sort of.
“You don’t want normal; you like the spite we have. You like when we argue and when I make you nervous. You like everything about us. You even like the secrets; you don’t want to know everything. If you know everything, you’re afraid you’ll want to leave.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Oh yeah?” Lorenzo laughs. “When’s the last time you actually asked me an actual question?”
“I don’t know, maybe last week?”
“Exactly.”
“You’ve been busy.” I spit back. “Why are you doing this?”
I don’t understand why he feels the need to get under my skin.
“What exactly do you mean?”
“This!” I yell. “Making me mad at you, I don’t want to be mad at you!”
“You love being mad at me.” Lorenzo smirks. “You love making me have to shut you up.”
“Screw you!” I stand up and push my chair back. It scrapes against the floor. “If you think for one second that I love anything about you, you’re more delusional than I thought!” I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth.
“Sit down.”
“No!” I throw my hands up. “Stop telling me what to do. You’re driving me crazy!” I need air. “Stop making me feel like a traitor for things I haven’t done! Stop telling me to eat and to sit and to behave all the fucking time! Why won’t you just fucking trust me?” I take a deep breath.
Lorenzo stands up and points an accusing finger at me.
“You want me to trust you? Earn it! You snuck around with Marco and did who knows fucking what and you keep trying to change me!”
I’m stunned at his accusation.
“You think I hooked up with your little brother!? Are you insane?” I scream back at him.
“Well, he’s convinced you’re the best person in existence since you snuck off with him so I wouldn’t be surprised. After all, you seem to use your pussy to fill your fucked up voids with validation from anyone who looks at you the right way.”
His words hit my skin like acid would.
“Oh! And that couldn’t possibly be because on his BIRTHDAY when everyone was ignoring him, I threw him a party?” I press. “I would never do that! He’s a kid!” I close the gap between us, meeting him at his side and getting in his face. “And what the fuck do you mean I’m trying to change you? All you’ve done is change me!”
I ignore his slut shaming insult in my response.
“You guilt me into sleeping with you, or watching movies. Fuck Katherine! We had slow sex like a fucking romance movie that one night!”
“And? Your cock didn’t seem to mind pouring evidence of exactly how good it felt into me, now did it?”
“And, I don’t fucking do this shit!” Lorenzo yells back at me.
We’re so close I can taste his anger.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t plan weddings! I don’t sit at home like a fucking housewife all day. And I don’t let men like you, make me feel bad for having fucking fun! And I definitely don’t let guys who fuck away their emotions shame me for doing the exact same thing, you psychopath!”
“You’re impossible.” Lorenzo growls.
“You’re an ass–”
Our lips hit each other with lethal purpose.
I don’t know who leaned into who, but I can’t thin
k about it further. His hands are in my hair pulling my face into his deeper. I bask in the softness of his mouth, kissing him back despite my rage. I pull my lips away long enough to whisper.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Lorenzo pulls my face back into his and I start to pry at his belt. I’m going to get the anger fucked out of me. I pull my lips from his as I finally get his belt off of him. Lorenzo pulls my shirt over my head and flicks open a switchblade and cuts my bra off, making it fall off of me. The blade moves to my throat.
“If you leave cuts on me on the night before our wedding, everyone will know we broke tradition.” I warn.
Lorenzo looks at me with surprise. I use this as my opportunity to disarm him. I have his knife in my hand now, pressed against his throat. His body stills but his breath doesn’t hitch.
Lorenzo watches me, and then he laughs darkly.
“You brought a knife to a gunfight, love.”
I feel a barrel slowly press into my stomach. I didn’t feel or see him pull it, but he did and now we’re at an impasse.
“You have my gun.” I remind him, not moving my position, not backing down.
“What’s it going to be?” The gun presses into me harder. “Shall we fight this out? Or would you like to sit on my face instead?”
I weigh my opinions, and my pussy votes for me.
“Option two.” I pull the knife from his neck and give it to him.
I feel the metal leave my stomach.
“Good girl.” Lorenzo throws me over his shoulder and storms out of the dining room. He doesn’t care that I’m topless, and neither do I. I hear men talking in Italian as we pass through the kitchen and I press myself against Lorenzo’s back to hide my breasts.
When he sets me down, we’re in a bedroom I don’t recognize.
“Where are we?” I spin around and take it all in quickly before my lips are drawn to his again.
There is a large bed in the center of the room with silver bed sheets, I can’t see much of anything else. Lorenzo doesn’t answer my question, he pulls off my shorts and panties and pulls me on top of him as he lays down.
“Take a seat on my tongue, little demon.”
My stomach flutters. I crawl from straddling his waist to straddling above his face.