Beautiful Hell: The Mafia and His Maiden: Book One

by Wanitta Praks

  He’s not asleep yet. This was a regular occurrence. At first, I thought he was working late into the night, but sometimes, when I got up at three or four in the morning to refill my glass, I saw his lights were still on.

  Maybe he did have trouble sleeping. I bit my lip, contemplating whether I should do something to help him sleep better.

  I saw the roses in the vase, still fresh from this afternoon. Without thinking, I prepared the rose tea.

  Chapter 17

  Rose Tea Part 2

  Lorenzo was horny. He wanted to fuck. He contemplated calling Miranda but thought his hand could do a better job. He reached for his cock and fisted himself, pumping himself into complete oblivion only for a minute before images of Amelia bombarded his mind again. He was all wet and sticky by the time he was done.

  He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. It was already past midnight and no matter what he did, he just couldn’t get to sleep. All he could see when he closed his eyes were images of Amelia. Of her smiling when she was talking to Ming-May. Of her staring at him when he pretended not to look at her. Of her sleeping when he’d lain beside her as she called out for her father while asleep.

  He was so fucking confused with himself, his emotions and his actions. He couldn’t understand why he had wanted to ease her pain so much. It was like an automatic reflex. As soon as he saw her crying in her sleep, he went to comfort her.

  Was it because she had used the word lonely? That word resonated with him, because he, too, knew what loneliness was like.

  Lorenzo got out of the shower, got dressed in shirts and slack, and left to go to his office. He fired up his computer, and after a few clicks of the mouse, he entered work mode, thoughts of Amelia drifting away from his mind. Until there was a knock at his door.

  Lorenzo looked up from his computer. It was already past three in the morning. Who could it be?

  His first thought was Tono.

  He’d given Tono his own private suite down on another floor. This floor where he resided with Amelia contained his penthouse, gym, indoor pool, and rooftop garden—his personal space and he guarded it fiercely. If they needed anything, they could reach him by phone.

  He flung open the door, expecting to see Tono standing there on the other side, with possibly another work emergency. Except the person he saw was the one woman who had plagued his mind for the past two weeks. Amelia Stone. And she was standing there holding a cup of tea, nervously smiling at him, wearing nothing but a flimsy nightgown. His cock started twitching.

  “What are you doing here?” he snapped, mad that she’d given him another fucking image to moon over. “Get back to your room. Now.”

  She didn’t move. She didn’t listen to him. She continued to stand there, holding that teacup in her hand, gazing up at him with those large seductive eyes.

  “I…I just wanted to give you this rose tea,” she said, explaining to him. “It’ll help you sleep.” When he kept staring at her, she carried on. “I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes to get water. I get thirsty during sleep,” she rambled on, and he found it hard to concentrate when his cock just kept getting harder with each passing second.

  What was she fucking doing offering him rose tea at this godforsaken hour? Who gives a damn if he couldn’t sleep? She should think better of her own safety. The reason why he hadn’t fucked her already was because he didn’t fuck women without their consent. But it looked like she was asking for trouble.

  “…so when I saw the light was on in your office, I thought you couldn’t sleep again…”

  Again. She had used the word again.

  Had she been observing him? He didn’t know how to process this information. Apart from Gian and his father, no one had ever cared whether he had trouble sleeping or not. But Amelia did.

  “…so I made you this rose tea. I thought it’d help you sleep.” She presented him the small teacup.

  When she saw he didn’t take the cup from her hand, she started biting her lip again. She was nervous. He knew this because he too had been quietly observing her.

  “I didn’t take this from your rose garden,” she hurriedly said, thinking that he might yell at her for entering his rose garden to collect the rose petals. “I had Ming-May buy these roses for me from the shop.”

  She offered him the teacup again, and with sheer willpower, he took it. He forced himself to walk the short distance to his desk, because he knew if he stayed near her any longer, he’d completely lose his mind. He made himself sit down and brought the teacup to his lips, his eyes still not leaving hers. And her gaze did not leave him either, her hand fiddling nervously as she watched him take his first sip.

  He forced himself to drink the whole brew so she could be gone out of his sight, and then he wouldn’t have to suffer this beautiful torture anymore. Before he realized it, he had finished the whole drink. It was delicious, and he now felt somewhat relaxed. He looked up, expecting her to be gone, but she was still standing there, a ghost of a smile playing on her cupid-bow lips.

  His willpower snapped. He dumped the cup on his desk with a loud clang and stalked toward her, slamming his hand against the door and pinning her to the spot. She watched him with alarm in her eyes. But she still didn’t move.

  What the fuck was she playing at? Where was the woman who kept taunting him at every turn? Where was she now? He could handle that woman. Because she had kept him in line, she reminded him that she was an enemy he should never fall for. But this woman. She was different. She wanted to seduce him, and he was falling fast into her trap.

  “Why are you here, Amelia?” he growled as a means to frighten her, but this time, it had no effect.

  “Like I said, I came to offer you the rose tea. It’ll help you sleep.”

  He gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. And she was already gazing at him, with eyes so innocent he felt stupid sometimes for the things he’d done to her. He said again, this time clear and precise, “What do you want exactly, Amelia?”

  “I don’t want anything,” she said, her voice so soft like lace, and his cock grew an extra inch.

  There was fright in her eyes, but there was also something else. She was interested. Fuck! Was she as attracted to him as he was to her?

  He moved into her personal space, letting her sweet rosy scent invade him. And he bathed in it, burying his face in her mass of long brown locks, breathing her in like he was high on drugs. Finally, he came to rest on her forehead, palms holding her face securely. Looking directly into her eyes, he gave her an ultimatum.

  “You have a choice to make, Amelia, because I can barely hold myself in right now. I will give you three seconds to get out of here. If you don’t, it means you want this, too. If you choose this, I will fuck you like there is no tomorrow. And when I’m done, I can guarantee you that you won’t be able to work for days. I’ll ram your sweet pussy until you feel nothing but me. I’ll shove my cock into your sweet little mouth until I come. Is that what you, Amelia? Because all you need to do is tell me. If you don’t want this, you better get the fuck out of here.”

  Her breathing grew heavy with each dirty word that came out of his mouth. He wanted to frighten her so she could get the hell out of here, so they both would return to normal again, because right now, if they were to take one more step, it’d be the point of no return. And if she had any shred of rationality left, she would have made a run for it already.

  He waited. This was her decision to make. It was now or never. He dropped his arm, creating an exit point for her to escape. She didn’t move. He gritted his teeth and started the count.

  “One.”

  She watched him, her amber pupils growing wider by the second.

  “Two…”

  She poked her tongue out and started licking her lips. That action drove him insane.

  “Three.”

  She made a mad dash out of his arms, but he reeled her back in.

  “Too late now, Amelia. Your time is up.” And he plun
ged in, capturing her lips. He cupped her jaw, threading his fingers through her soft hair to cradle her neck, tilting her head to gain better access to her mouth. He had expected her to scream, but instead, he felt her hands clamping on to his shoulders. She was kissing him back, with the same ferocious need as him.

  Her decision was made. She wanted this. And he gave it to her.

  Chapter 18

  My Beautiful Hell

  How did it come to this? I had only wanted to thank him for nursing me back to health that night when I had the fever. I didn’t intentionally want to go this far. But Lorenzo was already speaking dirty words into my ear and I was hypnotized. Every word he spoke painted a vivid picture in my imagination, and I was thrilled, to the point my body was burning for it.

  He had given me a choice to quit or carry on, because he himself could barely hold on. I knew I should shove him off and run out of his room like the devil was after me, but I still remained in this position, fascinated by his face, his eyes, and his voice. Even when he had started the count, I still didn’t move from my spot. I was completely paralyzed under him. It was only after he got to number three that I woke up and made my escape. But it was already too late. He caught me first.

  Snatching my head back, he roughly threaded his fingers through my hair, tugging my face forward, and slammed his lips onto mine. It was no gentle move. He was rough, raw, to the point of biting my lips, but I found I was kissing him back, just as greedily, my fingers clawing at his shoulders to try to get closer. There was a kind of urgency between us, a need that was building up slowly over the course of two weeks, that now was on the brink of explosion.

  Lorenzo peppered my face with kisses before trailing down to my throat and neck. His hands roamed my body and settled at my breasts, squeezing, kneading, and pinching them through my nightdress. Not satisfied, he pulled my nightdress off. In one fell swoop, I was naked, standing only in my undies.

  I shut my eyes. This was embarrassing, but also exhilarating. My nipples responded to the cool air around me. They stood taut and swollen. I moaned when Lorenzo basked his attention on them, feasting at my buds, licking and sucking, nipping and gliding, his tongue swirling around and around until a wave hit me.

  “Lorenzo,” I begged, thrashing my head against the wall. I didn’t know what I was begging for. I just felt so hot inside, I needed him to stop this beautiful torture. “Please.”

  Lorenzo moved lower. He snagged my undies and went down on his knees, opening me up and capturing my sex with his mouth. I shuddered, my sensory fiber short-circuiting. Everything inside me was all fired up.

  I arched back, lifting my hip as that little wave of passion rode through me. He held me still when another wave hit me. This new sensation was just too much; I bit my lip to stop another moan from escaping.

  How could such an act bring so much pleasure? I’d never felt this incredible torture before, so beautiful it was driving me wild.

  Was this my hell? Because if it was, I would like to suffer in this beautiful hell together with Lorenzo.

  I had the sudden urge to touch him, to feel those ripped muscles beneath the pads of my fingers, but he held me back. I resisted, bunching his hair and fisting it.

  “Lorenzo,” I mewed, growing weak in the knees. And just when I was about to collapse, he caught me in time and carried me to his bedroom.

  He laid me down on his bed like I was his princess. He moved to the bedside drawer and took something out. Facing me, he started stripping, his muscle bulging and flexing as he moved those arms to peel his shirt off.

  I was hypnotized. He had the body of a male model, from head to toe; he exuded strength of physicality and dominance.

  In my whole life, I had never imagined Lorenzo to be the man who would make love to me. But I chose him. And I wanted this.

  Fire, hot and smothering heat, burned all over my skin when he unzipped his pants to release his shaft. I swallowed, my eyes following its movement as it stood erect, pointing straight in my direction. I watched as he prepped himself with the condom.

  I immediately clamped my legs shut, knowing what was coming next. He smirked, pulling me to the edge of the bed and spreading my legs open. He shifted into position.

  This was it. This was the point of no return.

  He nudged into my entrance, little by little, letting me get used to the feeling of him inside me. I held my breath, feeling the muscles tighten around his length. I watched him, not tearing my gaze away. He was so focused, beads of sweat dotted his brows. He gazed at me; heterochromia eyes glazed with lust. Then he started moving again, going in a little bit farther, when he suddenly stopped.

  “Are you a virgin?” he growled, his heterochromia eyes now blazing fire at me.

  Was he mad that I was a virgin? Did he not want to have me anymore?

  “Amelia, answer me.” He pinched my chin and forced me to reply. “Are you a virgin?”

  My eyes were glassy, and my head was in the clouds, but somehow, through my fogged mind, I managed to nod my head.

  He didn’t move. He stayed like that, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He was watching me, assessing me, whether he should just cut the deal and end it right here, or keep going.

  I had already reached my turning point. I needed this. I wanted this. When I felt he was about to withdraw, I wound my legs around his back, locking him in place.

  He gazed at me, just as I gazed at him. This was our battle of wills. Heterochromia eyes versus amber eyes.

  But I couldn’t give in. I wanted him. I needed him to extinguish this fire he’d started. So I begged him, my voice rasping out, “Lorenzo, please. I can’t…”

  Those words were the catalyst that drove him into action. He pounded into me with aggression, like a wild beast taking down its prey. And I was his prey, being eaten up by him. I cried, moaned, and writhed as he slammed into me, again and again.

  This was rough. This was dangerous. And I was completely overwhelmed by it. Never had I experienced this kind of sensation. I was a weak virgin catapulted into a realm filled with endless desire.

  I was gasping for air, losing myself to the motion of his thrusts. Lorenzo continued with his rhythm. His rapid succession of push and thrust, push and thrust, made my body soft and malleable. I no longer had control over my limbs. My legs grew slack and they fell from his back, but he caught them in time, holding them back and winding them around his neck.

  He angled his hips and pushed in farther. A burst of light blinded me in that instant, while roll after roll of pleasure hit me like waves on a seashore. I heaved, my breath coming in heavy fits as I tried to control my breathing. My mind had completely gone insane. And all I felt in its place was this sensation of pleasure. I was flying, higher and higher, until bolts of lightning flashed through the sky and I flew down to earth again.

  I watched Lorenzo, his face a blank mask. He was lost in his own realm, eyes rolled back, and jaws clenched tight, as if he were trying to suppress a certain emotion that wanted to leap out. Then—

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck.” His face contorted in a series of emotional masks before he collapsed on top of me.

  I lay still, barely moving a muscle, just listening to his heavy breathing, until they returned to normal again. He shifted off me, rolled out of bed, and walked off.

  Devastation ate at my heart. I wanted to cry. I turned away from him, trying my best not to make a sound. I lay on my side and pretended to sleep. Once he had gone, I’d go back to my room.

  I heard a rustling noise from behind, then a slight dip in the mattress, before seeing Lorenzo’s hand coming to rest on my belly.

  He came back. Lorenzo came back. And he was sleeping beside me. My heart swelled up with happiness at this knowledge.

  “Did I hurt you?” he whispered, burying his nose in my hair.

  “Only a bit,” I said, trying to stop the smile from spreading on my face.

  Lorenzo moved to kiss my nape, then down to my shoulder, back, and up my spine, before burying hi
s face in my hair again.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said, before lifting my leg up to fold over his hip, then he sank his length into my core once again.

  I moaned at the pleasurable sensation. This was my beautiful hell.

  Chapter 19

  Truth

  She was a virgin. Amelia Stone, the woman who was the culprit behind his brother’s accident, was a fucking virgin. Lorenzo was trying his hardest to register this new information. How could she be a virgin if she was Gian’s girlfriend? He’d fucked many women in the past, and he knew none of them were virgins. To find someone her age as a virgin was one in a million.

  Unless she and Gian weren’t at the stage where they got intimate. Lorenzo found some consolation with this thought because the guilt was eating at him. He desired the very woman his brother loved.

  Initially, when he had suspected she was a virgin, he wanted to pull out. Being half buried in her pussy wasn’t a joke. He wanted to just fuck her there and then, but what stopped him was his motto in life.

  He never fucked virgins.

  But Amelia, she made his cock hard. And she was urging him on. He couldn’t resist the temptation. He took her, aggressively, without respect for her needs, without respect for boundaries. He fucked her until he came. And he wanted the same for her too.

  Did she climax? He was too lost in his own realm to see if she had enjoyed this experience. It was her first time, and he had completely destroyed it. By the time he came to, he was already lying on top of her. She didn’t even tweet a single word out.

  He was so fucking pissed with himself he slipped out of her and rolled off the bed. He rolled the used condom off and threw it in the bin.

  He heard the bed move. He shifted his gaze and found Amelia had turned on her side, her bare butt exposed to his view.