Red

CHAPTER 39.

Fear lodged tight in my throat as Lorenzo ripped the door handle from the frame with a single hand.

My eyes went wide. Oh no.

Yeah, your ass is officially busted, genius.

He didn't move immediately, one hand braced above his head on the glass. His chest was broad and his gaze locked on mine.

I tried to step back, trembling, clutching my chest. Another step and then another. Until my back hit the balcony wall.

He stepped through the door, slowly like a predatory, and with each movement a low rumble escap his throat. The air around him seemed to thicken, drawing me in against my will.

"You poke at a wolf," he murmured, each word deliberate, "and act surprised when he bites?"

His fingers traced to my jaw firm tilting my face up. My knees weakened at the contact. Heat and fear tangled together, and I couldn't tell which ruled.

"Don't look away," he commanded softly.

And I didn't, I couldn't, his command lodge in my throat preventing me from looking away. He was...too much.

Then he moved, walking around me like a predator assessing prey, each step intentional. Like he's looking for the perfect place to bite, the perfect place to surge at me...the perfect place that would let me surrender.

My chest rose and fell faster and my breaths shallow.

Every slight movement of his body forced me to shift, always on edge.

"You wanted this," he stood behind me, his lips hovering near my ear and my mouth hang open.

And he whispered, voice rough and low. "You wanted me to come for you. And now..."

He walked around me and used his shoulder to cornered me fully against the wall, his body blocking my escape, his forearms bracketing on either side of me. My hands rose, trembling.

"Now," he said, leaning closer, forehead brushing mine, "I. Have."

His touch traced my wrists first, warm and slow...then in one sharp motion he dragged my arms above my head and held them there.
The sudden pull pushed my chest forward, my back curving. Our eyes met, and in that sharp, narrowed gaze, he told me without words that I was trapped, every inch of me his, every heartbeat ignited with a dangerous, thrilling pull  that I couldn't resist.

"Breathe," he murmured, voice deep and intoxicating. "You're mine, and I'll make sure you don't forget it."

I shivered fear and anticipation pumping through me. My lips parted, almost defiant.

"Try me," I whispered, letting the last of my boldness slip through.

A low growl vibrated from him as he leaned in, body pressing closer, weight almost suffocating but impossible to resist. His lips hovered near mine, his dominance absolute. The spar, the dangerous push-pull of control hang over us and neither of us would surrender.

He smirked against my cheek. "Oh, I will," he promised. "And when I'm done... you'll remember exactly who owns this game."

I held his gaze, trembling, my pussy clenched, daring him, a fire sparking between us.

"You're mine," he murmured again, like he wanted me to get it. And he pressed closer.

"And I'm not letting you win," I shot back, my voice low, even as my heart raced.

My chest fell and rose with my heavy breathing as I quickly, without thought, shuffled back to escape his dark iris but stopped as my back hit the wall.