"You have no idea what you do to me." He snarls as his skilled hands keep her arms pinned over her head
"Really? Because I'm pretty sure all I do is piss you off!" She snaps, desperately trying to get out of his firm hold on her.
As a response he gr...
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𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𖤓𖤓𖤓
"911 what's your emergency?"
"I'm being held hostage at my apartment, my location is ******. Come quick!" I keep my voice down as I speak, my eyes fixed on the locked door infront of me.
"I understand, what's your name ma'me? The police are on their way"
"Lily Campbell"
"And do you know the person holding you hostage?"
I suck in a deep breathe, "Lorenzo Hernandez...he's in the ma-"
She hangs up.
She fucking hangs up.
My mouth falls open in shock, desperate I dial the numbers again, putting the phone to my ear but it doesn't ring. "Number blocked"
What the fu-
The sound of angry Italian yelling noise catches my attention, I've heard him yell on the phone before, but this is different. I get up from my bed and slowly approach my door, reaching out my hand, unlocking it and slowly peeking through it to meet the sight of Lorenzo standing up with his back against me and his phone against his ear.
Enzo says something, then ends the call. Quickly I make a move to close the door so that he doesn't see me, but completely freeze in my tracks when I hear the next few words coming out of his mouth.
"Police, huh? I thought you were smarter than that, Tesoro." He tsks, his back still facing me.
My muscles clench and no matter how hard I try to get myself to move, I fail. "I- You- I uh-.."
He turns around and when my eyes meet his I can clearly see his amused expression. His eyes scan my body, from the flimsy pink night shorts I changed into, to the pink tank top I paired it with, and when his eyes meet mine again, I witness the exact moment something different flashes in his eyes.
Lust
"Come here." He orders, my common sense tells me not to, every part of my brain agrees, but my legs move on their own, slowly stepping towards him until his cologne invades my nose and I shiver. I look up at him, he look down at me. "How do you know." I flinch at his voice change, this isn't how he normally speaks to me, this is his work tone. Angry Italian tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I cross my arms over my chest, and look away slightly for a few seconds.
He grabs my jaw harshly, pulling me impossibly close to him, and I gasp when his hand travels into my hair, yanking it up so that I'm facing him directly.
"How. Do. You. Know." His grip on me tightens between every word, until his hand is so rough that a small whimper escapes the back of my throat. He blinks, and almost immediately loosens his hold on me. "Lily."
