Loving The Mafia

•Chapter 7•

"Tell me have any of your boyfriends made you feel like this?" he slowly grinded into me. It was tempting to let out a moan.

"Way better," I tested him. His smirk fell a bit. He looked behind him at the door. Unluckily it was closed. Shit. We looked from the door to each other and his smirk grew wider. He placed his head in junction at my neck and shoulder. He softly kissed and bit the area teasingly. My pores raised on my neck and travelled straight down my arm.

I bit my lip, refusing to let the moan escape. If I let that moan break free, he would win. When I said that my ex boyfriends made me feel better than this, it was a lie. No one could've made feel like this only Lorenzo.

  He began sucking on the area as I fisted a handful of the sheets. The pressure between my legs is becoming intolerable. I knew he was teasing me to see how long I'd hold up.

Letting one of my hands go, he used the free hand to roam the sides of my body. His touch felt warm against my cool body. He slipped his hand under my shirt and held me by my hip. He lifted his head to look into my eyes. We stared at each other for a good minute before he slowly started lowering his head. I'm going to regret this but I met him halfway. I lifted my head and smashed our lips together. The gentle soft kiss become hot and hungry.

With my free hand, I ran them through his thick black hair as he grazed the swell of my breasts under the bra. I let out a soft moan into the kiss and I felt him smirk. He pushed his hand further up my bra cupping my breast. I wrapped my legs around his waist bringing him lower onto me. With his other hand, he began to unbutton my shirt without breaking the kiss.

"I missed holding your body like this," he said into the kiss," I missed the feeling you gave me. No one could replace it."

I only moaned a little louder than before as he unclasped my bra. Taking one of my breasts into his mouth, I gasped and tugged against his hair. He let out a groan as I moved my sex against his. He removed his shirt and I stared at his abs. They were even more toned than before. I'd pour chocolate on them and lick them right off honestly.

He was about to unbuckle to my pants but I stopped him," I don't want to do this."

"What do you mean you don't want to do this?" He glared.

"I just can't," I looked away, sitting up. He looked at my full chest and then my face. I threw the flannel shirt over me but left it open. I sat on my knees and moved closer to him, taking his face in my hands," I'm just a toy to you. You said it yourself."

"Don't worry," he said lifelessly," You're my favorite." I looked at him straight in his eyes and inhaled a breathe," I hate you Lorenzo Roberto."

He slid his hand around my waist and brought his lips closer to my ear," You wish you did." He kissed my forehead and got up. "Go take a shower," He said putting on his shirt," Clothes in closet."

" Sure thing rosso(red)," I got up and walked to the bathroom. Rosso is Italian for red. Reason I called him was because whenever he gets angry, he gets red. Whenever he gets me angry, I get red. Get it? I got up from the bed and walked over to the closet. I opened it and walked inside.

Instead of my normal, ordinary clothing, there was lingerie and some really exposing clothing. I walked out and saw Lorenzo fixing his shirt collar. "You expect me to wear those?" I pointed inside the closet.

"Si," he looked at me," If you don't like them, there's always my clothes. Just-"

"Just let me leave Lorenzo," I almost begged. He walked up to me and held my arm roughly.

"You are not leaving me again," He said in a low growl," You can not leave. You will not leave." He stared into my eyes," I have men patrolling the area so don't even think about it."

I lifted my hand to slap him but as always he caught it. He smirked as I pulled my hand away," FYI my ex boyfriends gave a better fuvk than you," with saying that, I walked into the closet and started getting one of Lorenzo's dress shirts. I can only imagine his face.

Taking the dress shirt in one hand and a pair of lace underwear, I walked into the room. Lorenzo had already left and I couldn't help but grin like a fool. Did that make him jealous? Is he mad? Who knows. Who cares. I set the clothing on the bed and walked to the bathroom.

I stripped and entered the shower. I let the warm water ease the tension in my body. I just stood in the shower and let the water wash away everything. If only it could wash away this. I looked at the lines of body washes. I took Lorenzo's head and shoulders and quickly washed my skin.

After showering, I found a white fluffy towel in the cabinet and dried up. Stepping out of the bathroom, I changed into the lace underwear and dress shirt.