Twisted Obsession

26 - Dinner

Athena Luciana Bianchi

Reaching the bottom of the marble staircase, I caught sight of a huge mirror and paused to check my reflection. Adjusting my hair and smoothing my dress, I made sure everything was perfectly in place. My eyes lingered for a moment on my own reflection, ensuring that my confidence matched my appearance.

Just then, Lorenzo appeared from the hallway, his presence commanding attention. He was dressed impeccably in dress pants and a cashmere sweater, adorned with an expensive watch that was worth at least a few million and rings that glinted under the chandelier light. His gaze swept over me, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Admiring yourself again, Luciana?" he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "Afraid your charms are wearing off?" I scoff. "Need a second opinion-"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "As if I need your validation, Lorenzo."

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "You might be surprised. Some opinions are worth more than others." He let his gaze drift lower, taking in the details of my outfit. "Nice dress. Pity its voncealing the best parts."

Take a few strides to him. I stood in front. My fingers brushing against his crotch was hard and bulging. "It's truly a shame that you think I'm just going to reveal myself to you." I shot back with a laugh. My other hand slipped under his sweater, feeling his abs. "You're going to have to work for it, handsome."

"Don't push my buttons, Luciana." He warned, lowly.

"Oh, would you prefer I unbutton them?" I tease back with a playful smile and he pulls my hand away. I sigh, pulling back. "What do you want, anyways?"

He takes a step closer. "To be honest?" He asks and I raise my eyebrow. Taking a few steps to me, he forces backwards so that my back meets with the wall. He placed one hand on the wall behind, his other hand slipping between my thighs. "I want to fuck you till that little attitude drips out of you." He whispers against my ear, following that by a low chuckle.

As Lorenzo's mother called out, disrupting the charged moment between us, my pulse raced with a mix of relief and frustration. His gaze, dark and filled with desire, held me captive for a fleeting moment longer before he responded.

"Enzo!" his mother's voice echoed through the corridor. "Baby, dinner will be ready in half an hour, hurry with the wine." She added, "Take Athena with you, she has great taste in wine." Lorenzo's eyes rolled in exasperation, a mixture of annoyance and amusement crossing his face.

He glanced at me with a suggestive smirk, his gaze lingering on my lips before lowering suggestively. "I guess thirty minutes should be enough for you to fix your mistake," he murmured, his hand briefly grazing his crotch before retracting, one hand slipping into his pocket and the other firmly gripping my wrist. With a gentle yet insistent tug, he pulled me towards the adjacent room beside the staircase, my surprise evident in a sharp yelp that escaped my lips.

We entered the room, and without hesitation, he led me down the stairs into the elegant wine cellar below. As he released my wrist, I instinctively pushed him back, feeling a surge of defiance and indignation. "I am not your whore," I shot back, my voice tinged with a mix of anger and uncertainty, challenging his presumptuous behavior in this charged moment.

"Never said you were," he replied smoothly, his voice low and dangerously seductive. "But you do have a talent for stirring things up every time we talk, and you never seem to resolve the issues you create." He took a step closer, his presence filling the small space between us with a magnetic intensity. "But that changes today."

I stood my ground, his words igniting a mix of irritation and a strange flutter of excitement within me. "What are you talking about, Lorenzo?" I retorted, folding my arms defiantly across my chest.