Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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My back hit the mattress so fast that I thought I'd fall through it. He stood above me like he was a damn god. There was no doubt that he held the power here; yet still craved more. He liked to win, conquer and dominate.
He was pissed off about the bartender, as I hoped he'd be. I don't know why I wanted him to be jealous, I just liked the way he looked and spoke when he was. It was a part of him that I don't think many others have seen, something I'm not sure he's ever felt before. I don't think it's often that someone has something that he cannot take or have for himself .
He laughed lowly, as I stared up at him. Carefully watching that with every sight movement he made a muscle in his body would flex and strain in the best of ways, like he was holding back the animal inside him that wished to take me hard against the mattress. "tell me again" he said coldly as he gripped me by my hips and dragged me to the edge of the bed, my body sliding down the sheets as he forced my legs wide around him. I sat up slightly and cocked my head to the side, looking down at where we were pressed together, and the way his cock was tenting in his slacks.
"tell you what?" I asked innocently, as I felt a sort of tension burn through me and bite at my skin as the reality of my want for him settled. I wanted this man, this dangerous man. I don't know why, and I know damn well that I shouldn't. I really fucking shouldn't.
But his hands felt like fire, like need and obsession, And right now I needed his hands touching me like they I was his obsession, like I was everything.
An animalistic smile fell onto his face as his eyes glazed over with lust. He didnt look like himself this way, he looked like evil. "I want to know every detail, I want you to tell me what he said as he fucked you. I want you to explain yourself."
"explain myself? I am not five Lorenzo, I don't need to explain myself to you." I bite back as I sat up, trying my best to ignore the pounding between my legs. Though the heat I felt only increased as my movements made me shift against the bulge that pressed against us.
He laughed as he noticed me looking, and a flush heated my cheeks and neck. I didnt have to hope that he was packing, because just looking at him you would know that he was, but the tent of his boxers giving me a preview has left me satisfied. "Keep looking at me like that Serina. Let's see what happens," he growled he as grabbed my chin and tilting to up to him as he stood in front of me.
Heat and bad decisions swirling through me I grabbed his hand and took one of his fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. His eyes watching me, as he grits his teeth and growls deep and low in his chest. I should probably keep my hands—and tongue—to myself, but with Lorenzo, I cant help myself. There is just something about him that makes me not want to.
Lorenzo eyed me heavily as I took his finger out of my mouth and kissed it playfully. His eyes looked solid, and his body was even more so. He looked like he was holding back a tsunami in his mind, or like he was trying to stop himself from snapping. "I am not going to fuck you Serina," he said, but I saw how much he didn't want to say it. Like he only said it to further convince himself.
