Red

CHAPTER 29.

His chest stayed pressed to mine, solid and unyielding, caging me against the shelf without ever laying a hand on me. My breath hitched despite my confidence. My stubbornness. The books behind me and above me trembled from the force of that last hit, dust drifting down between us, the edge of the shelve's wood dug into my spine. And my back arched, from the stab of pain, a deep curved line that slumped my chest against his.

Lorenzo dips his head down slow, his nose brushing a strand of my hair as he inhales my scent, it was just enough to unsettle me.

"Your pulse is racing," he murmurs, voice low. "You trying to hide it... or hide from me?"

I force a smirk, the soft golden glow of the library spilled from the surrounding lamps. The worn spines of old books skimmed against the back length of my curved neck. Faint dust lazily sway into the air between us, between our eyes, between our lips. My lips parted as I inhale the dusty cold air, a cough trapping in my throat but I refuse to let it out. The pain quivered in my chest, eyes blurred...and somehow I love the way how it made me feel. "Maybe you're imagining things." My voice tumbled out huskily.

He laughs quietly, his breath warm on my cheek.

"No," he says, leaning in enough that I feel the heat of his mouth grazing my jawline and my eyes dropped half-lidded, watching him, him watching me. Shit, what was he doing to me? "I don't imagine when it comes to you."

My fingers curl at my sides. I refuse to look away first, so I lift my chin, continuing our stare down. The sharpness in his eyes turn dangerous.

A challenge.

He shifts his weight, nudging my leg open with his thick knee it was subtle, a silent claim that sends heat rushing through my stomach. His hands remain at his sides, not touching me, but his body does all the speaking. His kneecap remained flushed against my clit, and I choked out the withholding cough that I had kept back. My neck beaded with sweat, rolling down my skin and into the dip of my shirt, between my cleavage. The side of his lips curl, golden lights clinging to the plumpness as he watched another tiny sphere of my sweat trembling, descending in a slow roll down the thudding pulse in my neck.

"I told you not to get comfortable," he whispers.

"I'm not," I breathe, even though every nerve in my body feels like it's sparking. Even my sweat...quivers in response to him.

And he whispers. "Liar."

He moves slow and bring his forehead to mine. The contact is barely a touch, but my entire spine curved deeply. His breath mixes with mine. His eyes drop to my mouth for a a second. It was a warning. A promise. A dare.

My hand lifts on instinct, fingertips brushing the front of his shirt light, testing him. He inhales sharply, the first break in his control.

"Aurora..." he murmurs, voice low in the room. We were pressed in the deep corner of the library, surrounded by old books, dust and soft golden light. My pussy quivered at this knowledge. Salt wasn't here to defend me. Xamuela wasn't here to stop him from bending me to his will and thoughts of River drowned out as the soft surface of his chest threatens in a way that makes my knees weaken. "If you touch me like that again, I won't-"

I drag my fingers down the line between his pecs and he stops speaking. He, the don...

Who would have thought I'd leave him breathless...stunned. I loved it. I nibbled on my bottom lip, my eyes widen innocently up into his. It pushes him. My acting. My taunt.

His hand comes up, slow, sliding to the side of my jaw, his thumb rest beneath my chin, it pushes until my face tilted further up.

"You don't listen," he whispers.

"You love that," I whisper back.

His mouth brushes mine barely, like he's testing if I'll stop him or push him back but I don't.

He exhales, breath hot, air clamping around my face and then I gasped as he slammed his lips on mine. His lips clamped over mine, pulling my lips tight into his, no tongue, just heat and spit. I moaned, neck tilted back, his hair, his nose. Fuck his hands felt like they were everywhere but no where at the same time. He didn't even move them.

"I want you to suffocate me with this..." He released my lips, they twitch softly, a tiny movement that let me know we kissed. He didn't touch me, he didn't have to, Lorenzo just dropped his dowm, my thighs parted, his body lowered below me. His teeth grabbed into the zipper of my leather shorts. I rubbed my thighs together, goosebumps crawled up my arms, cold wash ran down my spine as his teeth grabbed the zipper, tugging it tauntingly.

"Lorenzo, please..." I whispered which I didn't meant to. Fuck, girl what happened to not letting him have control over us? The soft glow of the library burn hot behind my eyes, golden watery swirl crept in at the corner as his soft hair brushes against my skin, pussy juices quivers out from that soft graze. The shelf dig into my spine as he dragged the zipper down, a staccato zing snapped through the library as the metallic seam opened, soft air brushing against the lacy crotch of my thong.

I gasp as he didn't even wait. Didn't even blink. He didn't even remove nothing else. Didn't event touch me and he didn't need to. He was showing me just how much he can break me without even his hands bringing me to my downfall. I throw my head back at that, moaning his name underneath soft golden lights, blurry watery amber gaze, lips dropped open as his tongue just grabbed the side panel, shifted it to the side and he didn't lather me up.

His tongue swept from side to side, between my folds, and it fleshes out. My clit quivered, pulling inward slightly as the tip of his tongue skirted down to my hole. I shivered from that, the tongue shifting under my folds with a smooth, fluid glide. His tongue dipped into my hole. His mouth wide open over the zipper gap, nose buried in my shorts button as his tongue shove deep into my clenching passage, a watery choke escaped his mouth, his slimy saliva skirting from his mouth to the length of my thighs as he pick up pace and fucked me unrelenting.

His eyes were heavy, glassy, and rimmed with red as he stared up at me. "Fuck, Lorenzo, please...ahh..." fuck, he looked tipsy, the fine veins spreading across the whites of his eyes. I sobbed above him, a pulse throbbed in my neck, popping underneath the golden lights as I locked eyes with him. Fixated on the way he makes me feel. His eyes shimmered unevenly, half lidded and with a lazy sway that made my abdomen clenches, his tongue stabbing me in urgency, fucking me with dominance. Owning me. Reminding me of my place. That's what he wanted. To remind me of my position in this family.

I was just his nanny...nothing more. My body trembled at that. My passage clamping on his tongue that slid forward, stiff and warm. He groaned below me, tongue sharpening as it pulls back slightly, muscles coiling under the surface of my passage. My lips dropped open as he pulled his tongue out from my pussy and my body instantly shook, my eyes widen as I shot a hand up, grabbing the shelf above my head.

My thighs widened, back arching deep until my leather clad ass settled against the firm edge of the shelf, cheeks parting over the solid line. His tongue stabbed into my pussy in a heartbeat, sharp and unrelenting, but it felt stretched in time....Slow. So fucking slow. "Ahh, God..." my eyes rolled as I moaned. He pulled his tongue out slowly then drove his tongue forward quickly, each time he did this it was like the air itself had thickened around my quivering sloppy hole and his tongue.

Tears squirted down my face, my lips hanging open, sweat-streaked neck tilted back, my quivering fingers dug into the wooden shelf, nails cracking against the wood. Dust from the air burned hot at the back of my throat, pain shot through my hands as dust and a torn book leaf clamped to my fingertips. Each motion of his tongue into my pussy hole was sudden, he fuck me fast and slow dragging every pulse, dragging every clear snot that rolled down my nose and every shiver quivering in my spine. Dragging..his win for this spar.