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“You’re a distraction, sunshine,” he says with a low throaty growl, lips dusting over my ear and making goosebumps prickle along my forearms. A smile spreads across my face. “I am?” “An addictive distraction. You look good enough to eat.” “So eat me,” I offer, wiggling my ass against him.
“You could bite every inch of my body like that and you wouldn’t hear a single complaint from me.”
“Hands behind your back,” he orders as he leans forward.
I do what I’m told but struggle to maintain my balance on the small step. Thankfully, his huge frame keeps me in place while he loops his arms around the back of the ladder, grabbing hold of my wrists and pulling them through the rungs before binding them together with my own panties. He pulls the material taut, and it bites into my skin, making me wince. He presses a kiss on my collarbone that elicits a soft moan from me. He’s so right. I am easy for him. Then his hands slide down my thighs again and he lifts my ankles high in the air, causing my knees to press into my chest. He places my
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“If you move those feet, you won’t be comin...
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He drags his pointer finger down my soaking center and I suck in a breath, my back bowing. “So fucking ready for me.” His growl vibrates through my core. “My fingers.” He slips one inside me and I release a rush of arousal. “My mouth.” A trail of heat follows his tongue from my collarbone up to my ear. “My cock?” He arches an eyebrow at me.
“I want to see this beautiful body when I play with you.” In one swift move, he tears my lovely blue dress down the middle. “Much fucking better.”
“I wonder how many times I can make you come with just my fingers?” His eyes search mine as he presses two thick digits inside me, causing a desperate groan to pour from me. “You feel how easily they slide into your tight cunt? So fucking wet and loose for me. I think you like being tied up, huh?”
Lorenzo brings his lips to my ear. “And if I press right here …” Going deeper, he curls the tip of his middle finger against a spot inside me that has never been touched before. It makes me want to howl like a prairie dog. Instead I shout his name as an orgasm more intense than anything I’ve experienced in my entire life barrels through me with the force of a neutron bomb. “Oh, there she is.”
“W-what did you just do?” I whimper.
“I found your G-spot is all, sunshine,” he says with a wicked grin while he continues ...
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“It was … like nothing …” I blow a strand of hair from my face and smile dreami...
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“Wait until I make yo...
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“You hear how much your pussy loves my fingers, Mia?” “Y-yeah.” “You ready to soak us in your cum, sunshine?”
I buck against him. With my feet stuck in place and my hands bound to the ladder, I have nowhere to go. “L-Lorenzo, please!” “You gonna squirt for me?” he teases me. “I t-told you I c-can’t.” I scream as my back nearly bows in half.
“You don’t have to be in control here because I am. I’ve got you, sunshine. Nothing bad is going to happen when I have my hands on you. Understand?”
Why do I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone in my life? Lorenzo Moretti is not a good man. He’s a killer. A broken man, still in love with his dead wife. But I find myself nodding.
“So, relax and give me everything you’ve got, tesoro.”
She’s moving her arms and legs freely and has that goofy smile on her face. My ray of sunshine can take the kind of fucking I enjoy without even breaking a sweat. But I guess I already knew that. Mia Stone might just be the strongest woman I’ve ever known.
“I will never be anyone else’s Dom, Mia,” I bark at her. “That part of me died with her.”
“Your cock is so beautiful,” I purr against him. He misses another note. “So sit on it.” And another.
“Ugh! For a man who’s so intuitive, you’re incredibly blind.”
“I didn’t ask you because I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. You would’ve looked at me that way you do and I’d have completely lost my nerve. I had to ask Dante or I never would have done it. I couldn’t have summoned the courage to leave and I need to.”
“Why? Because I snapped at you?” “Mother of bananas, give me strength,” she mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose. Why do I feel like I’m missing something here? “Mia!” I shout, frustrated.
She flings her arms down by her sides and yells, “I’m leaving because I’m in ...
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“And I know that you can never love me like that.” Closing the space between us, she places her hand on my cheek, and her touch soothes me in a way nothing else ever has. For the first time in two years, the constantly simmering rage dissolves, as though her light traveled through her fingertips and seeped into me, just enough to smooth the edges of my fractured heart and soul. “And I would never ask you to. But if I stay here, I’ll convince myself that I can survive on any scraps of affection you throw my way. Don’t I deserve more than that, Lorenzo?”
“I want the whole package. I want kids and maybe even to get married again one day. I want a man who looks at me like he’d hang the moon if I asked him to. And if I stay here much longer, I’ll never summon the strength to leave and find that for myself.”
She’s far too good for an angry, black-hearted monster like me. She has too much to offer this world to waste any of her love on me. “I’m sorry, sunshine.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I will never be sad about loving you, Lorenzo Moretti. I’ll never regret a single second that I’ve known you. Just because this is the end of our story doesn’t mean that it has to be all tears and sadness. I’m seeing it as the start of a new adventure. A chance for me to begin again, with a better understanding of myself and the kind of love that I’ve discovered I want.”
“What about Brad? He’s still out there,”
“He always will be.” She shrugs. “I refuse to live in fear of him forever. I’m going to start a new life with a whole new identity, and I’ll do what I can to keep myself safe, but existing in terror behind these four walls isn’t what I want. Being a prisoner here wouldn’t be all that different from the life I left in Boston.”
“And besides,” she adds as she looks around the library, “I’ve finished sorting through your mom’s things. It seems like the perfect time to move on. I hope it feels less cluttered when you’re working in here now … and I hope you think of me sometimes.”
I glance around the library, and a ball of emotion wells up from my chest, sticking in my throat. I will surely think of her every time I set foot in this room. I’m selfish enough to ask her to stay. And if I asked, she’d let me lock her in this gilded cage. But could I live with myself if I clipped her wings by denying her the life that will allow her to soar? I can never offer her what she needs, or what she deserves—
“I know you think you’re some tough guy with these walls you’ve built, but you’re letting fear hold you back. It takes real bravery to open your heart and start again.”
“You think I’m afraid? Of what? You?”
“I think you’re afraid of feeling anything for anyone, Lorenzo. Of loving again. But love is always worth the risk. Even if your heart gets broken in the process. What’s the po...
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“I’ll miss you, sunshine. Take good care of yourself, okay?” he says, his voice hoarse and shaky.
“Thank you so much for everything, Lorenzo Moretti, but most of all for making me remember how it feels to be alive.”
“I’m sorry, Loz.” His voice cracks with emotion, and adrenaline thunders around my body. “I should’ve seen it.”
“What the fuck are you going on about, Max?”
“This.” He pulls a white envelope from the inside of his suit pocket. “She asked me to give it to you when the time was right, but I didn’t know it was the right time. You told me it was just sex. She was the first woman …” He shakes his head again, nervous energy radiating from him. “I didn’t realize how much she meant to you until I saw how miserable you’ve been since she left. It’s almost like when—” He coughs.
“Are you talking about Mia?” It’s been a week since she left, and I’ve barely slept or thought of anything but her. I’ll get over it. It’s nothing compared to Anya.
“What is that? Who asked you to give it to me?”
“You had a letter from my wife, and you’ve kept it to yourself for over two years?”
“She made me promise, Loz.” He places the envelope on my desk. “I fucking hated keeping it from you, but she made me …”
“Read it and you’ll see why,” he says, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m not sorry I kept it from you, Loz, but I am sorry I didn’t give it to you weeks ago. So you can hate me all you want, but you’ll never hate me as much as I’ll hate myself if I fucked this up for you.”
“Nobody else knew, Loz. I didn’t even tell Joey.”
So, you’ve met someone, right? I hope she is everything you need and want. I hope she makes you smile again, my dearest love. If I know anything though, it’s that you’ll be fighting your feelings, pushing her away and letting guilt consume you for loving her after you promised to only love me.
