Red

CHAPTER 31.

There is just something about curiosity, it will either make you or break you...and I don't know if it's going to break me as I found myself, walking in the dark night.

A large man was ahead of me who was covered in a black hoodie and black ripped cargo jeans, he donned in black boots as we strolled across the lawn.

"Lorenzo, where are you taking me? I'm serious I'm done letting you pull me around."

I said it sharply, but he didn't slow down. He didn't even look back. He just walked, expecting me to follow as if my resistance was nothing more than background noise. He carried us to the back yard and then across the wall that surrounded the area.

"I'm not doing this anymore."

He finally spoke, voice low, unbothered, cutting straight through my irritation.

"You're still coming. That's all that matters."

A shiver rolled up my arms.

"I'm not forcing you," he continued. "If you didn't want to follow me, you wouldn't."

I hated how true that sounded.

And he knew it. Lorenzo took us around the side of the house where tree vines and an arch way of bushes were crawling on the walls of the backyard.

I had to look really good to notice that there was a door behind all of those bushes. Lorenzo shoved a hand into them, and pulled out the door. He keyed it, then kicked it open with one sharp, motion and use his foot to kick it open, seeing that it was stuck a few times.

He bend his frame and disappeared underneath it, I stand there, reconsidering my options but once again a strong desire to know what he wanted to show me replayed in my mind so I bend my head and slip my body through the entrance and hiss as I immediately hit my head on a branch.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I muttered.

His voice drifted back, calm and deadly certain. "If I wanted you dead, Aurora... you wouldn't be talking."

He looked over his shoulders, while his hair curtains over his dark eyes as he held my stare.

"Come on," he said quietly, command threaded through every word. "And trust me, or are you scared I'll bite you?"

I rub my forehead and glance around the bushy area and I thank the heavens that I had worn long jeans and a long sleeve shirt because then I would be itching non-stop due to the grass.

I slipped the scrunchie from my wrist, letting my fingers run through the thick coils of curls that fell halfway down my flushed neck from his question. I gathered them into a high ponytail.

Lorenzo grunted, stretching a leg out and snapping a small branch beneath his boot. He braced himself, muscles straining in his arms and shoulders, then grabbed the thick vines, yanking them apart with a sharp tearing sound that echoed through the undergrowth.

I was about to ask what the hell he was doing when I paused at the rushing sound of water. He looked at me through silent communication and then walked through the space he created.

I dipped my head under the gap, arching my back lower as I slipped through, and my eyes widened instantly at the sight of the waterfall I had passed almost two months ago.

On both sides of the waterfall, green trees stretched toward each other, their branches arching overhead and intertwining with the trees behind us to form a natural canopy above.

The waterfall roared as it tumbled over the rocky ledge into a deep plunge pool below, sending up a misty, frothy spray as the water cascaded with relentless force.

It was loud and comforting and it brought a smile to my lips.

The water from the pool lapped gently toward the riverbank where we stood, brushing our shoes with soft rumbles, and I grinned. I glanced at Lorenzo and saw him shrug off his hoodie, tossing it onto a cedar-wood hammock stretched between two trees that arched high above us.

His upper body was bare, rippled pecs coming into view, and veins traced down from his muscular arms to his wrists.

I can't say this enough this man is sexy.

His muscular arms flexed as his hand stretched down, and he chuckled deeply while snapping his belt open with one hand. I step back, my pussy clenching up as I without a care in the world checked him out.

He tilt his head to the side while pulling off his pants and boots.

I swallowed my nerves as he straightened to his full height, bringing his arms across his broad chest. His bulging biceps flexed, and he held my gaze without breaking eye contact.

I wanted to lick those...

Amusement glided behind those dark eyes as he scan my face.

"I-I am not scared of anything."

I clenched my fingers as the need flooded through me to feel his tongue deep within my pussy so that I could forget about the uselessness I felt and the guilt of my life.

A smirk tilted on the side of his lips, it was too dangerous seeing that it darkens up his face along with that scar of his.

He lick his beauty marked lips slowly, eyes seeping into mine which ignites a shiver down my spine.

"Let's test that."

Lorenzo remove his hands from his chest, drop them to the waist of his boxers, and held the waist of it.

"Well," I warned, stepping back even though my eyes betrayed me. "What exactly are we testing?"

I parted my lips to calmed my beating heart, soft breaths rushes out as I bring a leg over the other to induce a squeeze with my thighs.

He tilted his head, studying me.

"I can smell your nerves, dolce."

My throat tightened. "I'm not scared."

"No?" His voice dipped lower, darker. "Then why do you look like you're deciding whether to run... or stay and find out what happens?"

He pulled his boxers down which shuffles out his harden manhood that jumps and settles on his navel.

The wide tip was a bulging purple as precum rushes down from the slit of the veiny thick skin that I know from experience was warm.

He kick away the boxers and widen his thick veiny thighs, as his balls swayed, he position a hand around the length and grip it.

Lorenzo bend a hand up and then run his fingers through his hair, he throw his head back and my eyes glance down at his Adam's apple that drop up and down as he grunted into the night.

He bring his head back and connected our eyes together, his square jawline clenching up as he licked his lips.

His eyes were dark like the night. It was wild like his messy chocolate hair which sways over his eyes.

I hated the way heat curled low in my belly at his words.

Lorenzo folded his arms across his chest, making those thick biceps flex, veins standing out like they were carved by hand.
He watched me... watched the way I shifted my legs, watched the way my breath stuttered.

A smirk curved up the corner of his mouth.

"Fearless women don't hesitate," he murmured, eyes locked on mine. "They either gag on this shit or let me burn you and I wonder which one you'll be tonight."