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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I'd never felt so hot, I was burning from his touch. I wanted so much more.
But I couldn't just walk back out there, I mean I just slept with him for gods sake. I was just screaming his name. I can't look at him right now.
There were hickeys on my neck which screamed his mark, my lips swollen from capturing his. My legs were slightly wobbly—I've slept with man before, but Lorenzo was different. His dick was—dare I say magical. He has a magical dick.
No wonder so many prostitutes want to bounce on it.
"Serina?" His voice rattled around my head, until I realized he was actually pounding on the door. I guess me fleeing away from him after practically pouncing on him wasn't my best moment.
I bit my nails as I wrapped my arms around myself. The memory from mere minutes ago made the ache between my legs urge me to the door.
Again I turned the nob, door open, I stare at his naked chest instead of into his eyes and say nothing.
We had sex. We had sex and the pull towards him didn't leave. If anything, having mind blowing sec with him had also made this entire thing a lot harder.
"I-I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." I said as I suddenly became aware of my complete nakedness as his eyes dragged down me once more like he wasn't just buried inside me minutes ago. I shook my head as I walked past him and through to the dresser.
"It's not a big deal. We both knew it was going to happen eventually." He said as I heard him walk up behind me. I could feel my shoulders tense at his words, and I knew he could tell too.
Not a big deal...right how could I forget.
I found myself cringing at his words. Not feeling Like I had to say something else. Anything else. "Yeah." I said as I swallowed whatever feelings that constricted my throat. "It was meaningless and it shouldn't have happened." I said as I pulled out a shirt. The words that came out of my mouth a bit harsher then I think I meant them.
They were like glass on my throat, knives on my tongue and daggers on my lips. But I guess words have always been a weapon.
I felt the air in the room grow cold almost instantly, it got stiff and filled with anger. I felt him standing right behind me, his eyes on the back of my head. "Me fucking you isn't fucking meaningless." He growled as he grabbed me and spun me to face him. The shirt I gripped tightly in a fist in my hand
"Oh of course, you'd take any chance you could to get in deep wouldn't you. With anyone. It just happened to be me today." I sneered. But my words of course only tempted and pushed him further.
He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me onto the dresser, his hand ripping the shirt from my grasp. "You might want to watch your words Serina. Now that I know how rough you like it I'm not worried about how deep you can take me."
