by Folsom, Tina
Turning as if attempting to leave, she delivered the last blow. “And you, Signore, are a useless lover.”
Before she could take her second step toward the door, Lorenzo grabbed her from behind and lifted her. A moment later, she landed on the bed, face down, her breath rushing out of her lungs.
“A useless lover? I think not!”
His hands stripped the dress from her, and more ripping sounds indicated that he was stripping himself at the same time. Then he latched onto her hips and pulled them back, bringing her onto her knees, before his rock-hard cock plunged deep into her still wet channel.
The force with which he penetrated her would have knocked her off the bed on the other side, had he not held her hips in a vice grip.
“I’ll teach you to call me a liar!”
Fury still colored his words as he delivered his next thrust with the same intensity as the first. Bianca gasped, pulling in a breath of air, unable to do anything but receive his cock. None of her previous lovers had ever dared to take her this hard, this fast, this furiously.
“God, yes!” she whimpered, surprised at the intense pleasure as his body slammed against hers repeatedly, plunging deeper with every thrust.
Lorenzo grunted as if in response to her exclamation.
Bianca tried to lift her head from the sheets she was pressed into to get onto her hands, but he pressed a hand onto her upper back, holding her down.
“You had your chance to escape,” he hissed and sliced in and out of her.
“No escape,” was all she could press out, before needing another breath. “More.” Since when did she resort to begging?
His second hand went back to her hips as his erection suddenly pulled out of her.
“No!” she howled. Was he going to stop once more, leaving her unsatisfied? She reached behind her, trying to grab him and pull him back, but he snatched her hand.
“Don’t!” he warned. “One touch, and I’ll spill.”
She felt him pull away, but a moment later, his warm breath was on her sex. He spread her wider, exposing her to him in a way she should have felt embarrassed about. But there was no time for embarrassment, because the next thing she felt was his tongue licking down her cleft.
Her body trembled from the sensual assault, but there was no reprieve. His tongue forged forward, licking over her sensitive pearl. Flames danced on her skin, turning her body into a raging inferno. Perspiration pearled off her naked flesh. And all the while, Lorenzo licked the sensitive bundle of nerves that threatened to turn her into a whimpering woman out of control.
His teeth grazed her folds, sending a shiver through her entire body. “Yes!”
When he sucked her pearl between his lips, pulling it into his mouth, everything shattered. The trembling in her body intensified, indicating the approach of a release he’d previously denied her. She didn’t fight it, but greeted its arrival, letting herself fall into the depth of its intensity.
Waves of pleasure poured through her, obliterating everything else in her mind. Only when she felt a widening and stretching of her channel did she realize that Lorenzo’s cock was back inside her, riding her hard and fast. Her muscles gripped him, not wanting him to leave her again.
His deep groan and the tensing of his body signaled the loss of his control. A moment later, the warmth of his seed flooded her. And for once in her life, she didn’t force him out of her, didn’t care about the precautions she should have taken to prevent conception. For once in her life, she welcomed her lover’s seed with a greed she couldn’t explain with anything but madness. Because it was madness to allow this stranger to take her to such heights and make her submit to him like she’d never submitted to any man.
Chapter Eleven
As the last ripples of his orgasm ebbed, Lorenzo felt his fangs retreat by a fraction. They’d descended the moment Bianca had stepped into the chamber. He’d been forced to hide them from her by taking her from behind when more than anything he’d wanted to see her face when he made her come.
“Do you still cling to your previous opinion, Signorina?”
The woman had the audacity to chuckle at his question. Lorenzo dug his hands into her hair and lifted her head from the pillows without dislodging his cock from her soft cave. He wasn’t ready to leave that pleasurable channel for a while. Besides, he was still as rock-hard as earlier and needed to get off once more to regain control over his body.
“Do not toy with me, Signorina. As you can see, savage things happen when you provoke me.”
“Lorenzo, don’t you think it’s time you called me by my given name?” She paused and let out a delightful, soft sigh. “Considering you’re still inside me and clearly eager for a repeat.”
Lorenzo withdrew from her sheath until only his bulbous head was still inside her. Then, painstakingly slowly, he sliced back into her, his movement slow and measured this time. “Not such a useless lover after all, hmm?” Then he tried out her name. “Bianca.” And the way it rolled off his tongue and over his lips felt good.
She pulled forward, making his cock slide half-way out before she pushed back into his loins, taking him deep. “Very useful, particularly if he can do this again so soon.”
“He can.” Lorenzo smiled to himself. Who would have thought the gently raised daughter of a Venice merchant found such pleasure in the carnal arts when she should have no such knowledge in the first place? Had she perhaps been married and was now widowed?
He shook his head. It didn’t matter why she responded to him. He wasn’t interested in more than just slaking his lust with her. And if she enjoyed this, even better.
His fangs still itched for a bite, but fucking her in such a rough fashion had taken the edge off his need. However, the urge to take her blood hadn’t disappeared. Maybe a second fucking would put that need to rest. Only this time, he wanted slow and gentle, but he couldn’t change his position, couldn’t allow her to see his face. He knew his eyes were still glowing the way they always did when his need for blood was strong. And the sight of his fangs would frighten her and make her retreat.
Not that he didn’t like to fuck a woman from behind. He’d always loved it: the control, the view of her round cheeks, and the fact that he could reach deeper into her than in any other position.
“So, you like my cock?” Lorenzo asked, sliding back and forth in her in slow motion. Strangely enough, he wanted words of approval to come over her lips.
“Are you fishing for compliments?” she replied on a moan.
“Just answer the question.” He delivered a quick thrust to make his point: he was in charge, and that wouldn’t change.
Bianca panted. “Hard. Big. What else can a woman ask for?”
“You find me big?” Damn, he was turning into a hound for compliments. With his hand, he pushed the curtain of her hair aside so he could see her face. It was flushed, her cheeks rosy. The column of her graceful neck glistened with moisture, the scent of her clean sweat enticing him to approach.
He sank over her back, careful to keep his weight off her, and dipped his lips to her nape. As he brushed them against her heated skin, she shivered visible.
“Very big,” she whispered.
Lorenzo nibbled his way along her neck and traveled to her ear. Beautifully shaped and small, her ear was too much of a temptation not to taste. He pulled her earlobe between his lips and sucked.
Another sound of pleasure escaped her lips, making him smile while his cock jumped with joy, relentlessly pumping in and out of her. Her channel was slick and warm with their combined juices. Yet despite the plentiful lubrication, her sheath was gripping him tightly, her muscles relaxing on each inward stroke and squeezing him on each retreat.
“I like what your sweet cunt is doing to me.” The words were out before he could stop them. To a whore, he could talk like that, but not to a gently bred woman. Bianca would surely toss him off her back now.
“You mean this?” Her interior muscles squeezed him even tighter.
/> Surprise rippled through him, quickly followed by delight. Bianca didn’t mind him talking dirty. Could he push his luck even further, getting them both even more aroused—if that was possible—by sharing his fantasies with her?
“Darling, where did you learn such tricks?”
Suddenly, she stiffened and stilled her movements. Her hands reached backwards, trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t allow his cock to leave her and held her down. “Let me go.”
“What’s wrong? I thought we were getting along just fine.” To emphasize his point, he thrust harder into her, increasing his rhythm.
“I don’t want any more of this.”
Something was seriously wrong. From one second to another, his passionate vixen had turned cold on him. And he was going to get to the bottom of why, even if that meant pulling out of her and interrupting the race to his next orgasm.
Lorenzo lifted himself off her, but before Bianca could scramble off the bed, he turned her onto her back and cradled her in his arms, not allowing her to leave.
“Let go!”
“Shh.” He stroked his hand over her back, sliding it down to her cute ass and pressing her against him. Her generous breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest. Lorenzo enjoyed the feel of Bianca in his arms more than he’d ever enjoyed cradling a woman before. He attributed the feeling to the anticipation his cock exhibited at the thought of fucking her again once he’d figured out why she suddenly wanted to leave his bed. “What did I do?”
Pressing her head against his neck, he made sure she couldn’t look at his face, not that she seemed to want to look at him at the moment.
“Nothing, now let go of me.” She made another attempt at getting out of his hold, but he only pressed her tighter to him, sliding one leg between her thighs, his cock digging into her soft stomach. Her breath hitched, and he knew he’d won: she wouldn’t leave his bed.
“You were all hot for more. So tell me what I did to change your mind, and I’ll make it up to you.” He sure could think of a few things to pacify her.
Lorenzo slid his hand into her lush hair and buried it there, enjoying the silken softness of her tresses. It smelled sweet, and he sank his face into them, letting himself be engulfed by her enticing scent. He breathed in deeply, taking her essence into his lungs. His cock stiffened further, sending little sensual charges through his body. How simply holding this woman in his arms could send him to such heights was beyond his comprehension. She was a treasure he wanted to plunder over and over again.
“There’s no need to treat me like a whore!” Finally, Bianca response came, and even though he didn’t like what he heard, he preferred it to her silence.
“I didn’t treat you like a whore. If you remember, I asked you to leave so I wouldn’t ravish you, but you left me no—”
“I’m not talking about that.”
“Then what are you talking about?” Despite the fact that he suspected what this was about, he wanted to hear it from her. He wasn’t good an interpreting women, and he wasn’t about to start trying now.
“You were implying that I’m a whore.”
Lorenzo tilted her head up to him, knowing his fangs had receded completely by now. When he locked eyes with her, he clearly saw the hurt sitting deep inside her. “I did no such thing.”
“You asked where I’d learned to …” Her voice trailed off as if she was too embarrassed to talk about what she’d done.
“To squeeze my cock like that?” He smiled down at her, then brushed his lips against hers. “I liked that. A lot. And I didn’t mean anything else by it.”
“You didn’t?” Disbelief still colored her voice.
“No. I only meant to compliment you and show my appreciation. It’s rare that I find a woman who can truly please me.” He paused for a moment, stealing another sweet kiss. “And you please me.”
Lorenzo surprised himself by how soft and tender he suddenly felt toward her. Minutes ago, he’d been randy as a sailor and about as refined as a bunch of hoodlums on a rampage. Yet now he wanted Bianca to understand him. He told himself that it was merely so he could continue fucking her, but even his own mind called him a liar. Deep down in the dark folds of his psyche, something long forgotten reared its head. He didn’t want to know what it was and pushed it away before his inner eye could set its sight on it and acknowledge its existence. No, he couldn’t let himself feel what he’d felt long ago. There was too much danger in that thought.
A soft smile played around her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes told him he’d found the right words. Could he now immediately go back to ravishing her, or did she need some more pacifying? Not wanting to take a chance, he decided to woo her just a little longer. Woo? Where had that irrational thought come from?
“You’re a treasure,” he whispered and planted soft kisses on her cheek, before trailing further down. The velvety skin below her chin tempted him to nibble. Obligingly, she arched back, offering the white column of her throat to him. Lorenzo’s heartbeat spiked. If she knew what he was, she would never expose her vulnerability this way. He was certain of it. Nevertheless, he appreciated the gesture, even though Bianca couldn’t know what it meant.
“Too beautiful for me. Too sinful.”
Her hummed breath whispered along his temple as he captured her skin between his lips, sucking it ever so tentatively. Visions of biting her and tasting her rich blood danced before his eyes, tempting him to do the deed, to take what should be his. To simply use his powers on her to make her forget, consequences be damned. His vampire side urged him on to forget his scruples, his fangs already lengthening as desire for her blood overshadowed his concern for her safety and even his lust.
Lorenzo opened his lips and allowed the sharp tips of his fangs to emerge. As they grazed her skin, the contact sent a lightning strike through his body more intense than his previous orgasm. He knew that his fangs were just as sensitive as his cock, yet he’d been unprepared for the sensual assault the contact with Bianca’s flesh produced. Never before had he felt such intense pleasure at the contact of his fangs with a human’s skin. His mouth opened wider, and his tongue snaked out to lap against her skin, coating it with his saliva so there would be no pain for her. Slowly, anticipation riding him high, he set his fangs and—
“You make me feel safe.” Her hushed admission rocked him to a halt.
Safe? What in his behavior had inspired that reaction? Ravishing her on the desk of her late father? Yelling at her to make her leave? Fucking her like an animal?
Bianca wasn’t safe with him. But, damn it to hell, if her words didn’t make his fangs retract in an instant as if she’d commanded it so. He couldn’t betray the trust she showed him. If he bit her now, he would sink lower than he ever had. And for once, he didn’t want to feel low and dirty. He didn’t want to taste the bitter aftertaste of betrayal. He didn’t want to taint their encounter with that. Instead, he wanted something pure: pure passion, pure lust.
Lorenzo pulled his lips from her neck and gazed into her eyes. “Sweet Bianca, I have to confess that even though you might feel safe with me, you’re not.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t believe you’d hurt me.”
“I might already have.” Could she really be this naïve, not knowing what he’d already done? “I took no precautions.”
“Precautions?” she echoed.
“To prevent conception. Surely, you understand what this means.” And it confirmed something else for him: a whore would have made sure she prevented an unwanted pregnancy. A young woman like her—while not a virgin—had insufficient experience to do so. Why the thought pleased him, he didn’t know.
“Oh.” Her lips formed the most perfect little circle he would have loved to kiss, had he not been concerned with offering her reassurance.
“I’m an honorable man.” Since when? his inner voice asked him. “Therefore, let me assure you, should our encounter result in a child, I will do my duty and support you and the child financially.
You needn’t worry about that.”
It was the first time he’d ever worried about any such thing. The whores he visited regularly always made sure no such accident happened. And in the years since Elle, he hadn’t fucked a respectable woman with whom he’d had to worry about her becoming enceinte. And he’d never kept a mistress. Was Bianca his mistress now?
By taking her to his bed, had he now accepted her as his mistress? Was she expecting him to keep her now? Damn, why had things gotten so complicated so fast? All he’d wanted to do was slake his lust, and suddenly he felt himself embroiled in an affair he wasn’t sure he wanted.
Oh, he wanted Bianca, under him, above him, in front of him, naked and panting. There was no doubt about that. But did he want her in his bed every night? Did he want her in his house, his private life?
When he looked at her lovely face again, he noticed that she’d gone quiet. “Bianca, is something the matter?”
***
Bianca wanted to slap herself for her own stupidity. How could she have let herself go like that in the heat of passion, not thinking of the possible consequences? During all those years as a concubine, she’d never once forgotten to prevent conception. What had suddenly gotten into her?
“Bianca?”
Like through a fog, she stared back at Lorenzo, his words still echoing in her ears. He’d take care of her financially. Nothing had changed. She was still a concubine. The only difference was that now she was back in Venice where people knew her. So much for starting a new life.
“Everything is fine. I’m sure nothing happened.” And if it had, she wouldn’t tell him. She wouldn’t be trapped. Now more than ever it was important that she found the treasure, so she could leave and deal with whatever cards she’d been dealt.
Lorenzo smiled at her. “So—” He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “—where were we?”
Chapter Twelve
Lorenzo peeled himself out of Bianca’s arms, careful not to wake her. His sensitive hearing had picked up a sound from the door downstairs. It was an hour before sunrise, but despite the fact that Bianca had only entered his life three nights earlier, Lorenzo’s sleeping pattern had been turned upside down. Over the last two days, he’d barely left his bed no matter the time. He was more than comfortable having Bianca sleep in his arms and wake her whenever the need to fuck her became too big—which was often.