Page 52 of Malevolent Secrets

“Welcome home,” he says to me with a small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth as he lets me inside his lush apartment.

I give him a brief smile in return, stepping out of my pumps and sighing with relief. I turn to ask him where he is planning on having me sleep and what I’m supposed to do about clothing, when he grabs my hand and leads me with him to what must be the master bedroom.

I admire the view of the city and the huge, comfortable-looking bed before he tugs me into the walk-in closet.

I gasp when I see hangers full of designer clothes hanging before me. He points silently to the rows of pumps, flats, and sneakers that are arranged below them.

“I noticed that you wear this brand a lot,” he says to me, opening some drawers and showing me that he had purchased workout clothes and loungewear from my favorite company. Their products aren’t cheap, and I’m stunned at the amount of money he must have spent to get all of this for me.

“Last but certainly not least,” he says, his voice low and rough with desire, “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought we might both benefit from these items.

I step closer, and my stomach does a dizzy flip-flop when I see the drawer full of silky, lacy, colorful lingerie. I finger the soft, luxurious fabrics and smile to myself a little. Jeremy was sweet to me, but he never treated me like I was powerful and sexy. Maybe this is the primary reason that I’m so attracted to Lorenzo.

“Pick something out and put it on,” Lorenzo whispers in my ear. Goosebumps race down my spine. “I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.

I look over my shoulder as he leaves, then turn back to the drawer full of pretty things. I select a skimpy, simple babydoll, and set it on the shelf.

Shucking my work clothes, I slip the soft, slippery material over my head and then turn to look at myself in the mirror. I look beautiful and I have a glow about me that’s new. I want to question why this man, who is a criminal, and who might have killed the man I loved, has brought this out in me, but I don’t.

I feel wetness gathering at my core and I turn away from the mirror to grab a pair of sky-high heels from the collection on the floor. I slip them on, ignoring the aching protest of my tired feet. The heels make my legs look miles long and my ass perky as hell.

I strut slowly into the bedroom, and I’m greeted by the sight of Lorenzo’s beautiful, muscular back. He’s standing looking out over the city. I admire the sculpted shape of his ass and the delicious muscles that define his shoulders. Desire makes my head swim for a moment and I try to slow my breathing.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I tell him, taking a few more sexy steps into the room.

He turns toward me, and I see desire flare in his dark eyes as he takes in the sight of me. “I got your size right,” he comments, his voice husky. He crosses the room toward me, his erection leading the way. I admire the size of him and I feel a spike of sharp want pierce through me. I know all too well what that huge dick can do to me.

“Bend over,” he says to me in that dark, deep voice.

I look up at him coyly, then turn toward the bed and place my hands on it. I feel the babydoll slither up over my ass, leaving me exposed. The cool air in the room tickles my wet pussy, making it clench with anticipation.

“Already wet for me,” he says with satisfaction. I feel his fingers trail over my back, and then suddenly, his mouth is pressed to my wetness. I cry out at the instant surge of pleasure that races through my veins as his tongue parts my pussy and laps at me. His sensitive fingers come up to tug at my clit, and I arch back into him, desperate for more.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he says with his mouth against my most intimate flesh. I mindlessly obey, pleasure curling through me and making my legs shake.

He reaches out and grabs my wrists in his large hand, imprisoning them there, then pushes my face down into the bed. I turn my head so that I can breathe, panting with anticipation.

I feel the velvety head of his dick part my lips and I moan as I lift my hips back toward him. The strain of the position I’m in arcs along my back and in my thighs, but I love how trapped I feel, how inevitable his possession is going to be.

“Scream as loud as you want, Tesoro,” he tells me before impaling me in one swift thrust.

As always, the pain and the pleasure mix within me as he pounds into me. I wonder if my body will ever truly adjust to his size, if I will ever be able to take him all at once without this tearing and claiming sensation.

My face is pressed against the bed so hard that my neck kinks, and my arms cry out to be released. I try to ease the pressure on my arms, and he releases them, but snags a hold of my hair, yanking my head back as he rams into me.

I’m gasping, my breasts bobbing forward with each hard thrust, and I hear myself keening his name over and over, the pleasure so intense that it’s like a living thing within me.

“This pussy,” he pants, tugging my head back even further. “It makes me want to tear you apart, to claim you so that no one else can have you,” he says roughly to me.

“It’s yours,” I moan out. “It’s all yours.”

He makes a rough sound in his throat and then releases my hair. He pulls out of me abruptly and I whimper a little at the disruption. I was so close to my release.

“Come here,” he orders me as he sits on the edge of the bed.

I eye him for a moment, taking in the sight of him breathing hard, his huge cock twitching, desperate for me, and I grin. To reduce this man to this. It makes me feel like a superhero.

I step out of the tall heels and kneel on the bed, my pussy hovering above his dick. I can feel the head tickling against me, but I just look down at him for a moment, enjoying seeing the languorous pleasure in his face. I bend forward and kiss him, tangling my tongue with his. He moans and lifts his hand to cup the back of my head.

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