Page 34 of Devilish Prince

"That's right. Make yourself feel good." He pulls my hips back, and my fingers rub against my sweet spot with every thrust. I feel myself building, and my back arches, pushing my ass back against him. I want him to take me harder. I want him to hurt me. I want him to make me come harder than I've ever come before.

"That's my girl." He groans, and I feel him swell inside me.

My body jolts, the internal coil of my groin snapping as orgasm crashes over me. I convulse and gasp and he thrusts a few more times before I feel his heat flood me. He pumps into me again and again, and I ride the waves of pleasure until I’m weak.

He slides out of me and crawls across the mattress, collapsing onto his pillow, and I fold the blanket up over him. Hopefully he just passes out and I can get on with my plan. I linger on the bed watching him. He tugs the covers over his shoulder and fluffs his pillow, then snaps, “Shut the light off.”

“Of course,” I tell him, slipping off the bed and tiptoeing to the bathroom. I step inside and close the door until it’s barely cracked. Within seconds, he’s snoring. Now is my chance to sneak out.

I turn the knob as quietly as I can and then push the door shut so it’s latched. Lorenzo’s cum is dripping down my inner thigh, and when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I see a bruise across my stomach—probably from that damn chair—and blood running down my chest from a love bite on my shoulder. I scowl and reach for toilet paper to wipe it up. It’s partly dried there, and I don’t have time for a shower, not to mention I don’t want to wake him up. I scrape at it with my fingernail, but soon get frustrated. I don’t have time for this.

After relieving my bladder, I shut the light off and feel my way to the door. The cold marble tile on the walls is smooth, chilling my fingers to the bone. The door creaks as it opens too, which disturbs Lorenzo’s snoring briefly, but he pulls the blanket tighter and continues sleeping.

My heart is racing at the idea that I may be caught, but it doesn’t stop me from creeping to his bedroom door and opening it. The entire house is so fucking cold I’m shaking like a leaf. It’s dark too, but I manage to find my way to the stairs and head down. No one is awake. It’s the middle of the night. Still, I feel embarrassed that I’m completely naked and traipsing around this place like I own it.

I see a hint of light coming from under a door and tiptoe over to it. There are no sounds coming from the other side, so I open the door. It’s Lorenzo’s office, which only proves I’m turned around in the dark and a bit lost. I hurry into it and rifle through things, emptying drawers and opening cupboards. There are no keys anywhere, but it doesn’t deter me. I keep searching until I fearsomeone will come find me, and finally give up. I’m too cold to fuck around with this.

Now that I have my bearings, I head for the living room where I left my clothes, hoping they are still there. But when I walk in, I see nothing but the normal furniture and rugs. The light from the moon streaming in the picture window is enough for me to see by and it pisses me off. How on earth can I leave this fucking place if he took my shit?

I huff and decide to search this room too. I pull open drawers in the end tables and empty their contents onto the tabletops as quietly as I can. Then I move to the bookshelves, but only find dust and cobwebs there. Without my phone I can’t even call an Uber to come get me.

Finally, when I move to the small stand near the door I find a set of keys. I have no clue what sort of car it is or where I’ll find it, but I have a way out. Now I need Calvin and some clothing.

I plunge back into the darkness of the hallway and tiptoe up the hall. There are so many rooms in this place I have no way of knowing which one he’s in. I stop and press my fingers to my forehead and think. And as I do, I hear snoring, heaving snoring. It’s Calvin. I can hear my brother’s loud freight train rumbling and it makes me grin. I follow the sounds down the hallway to the door right next to Lorenzo’s office.

Calvin doesn’t stir as I open the door and walk in. He continues rumbling the air in a peaceful slumber, so I head for the dresser and start opening drawers. Most of them are empty, but I do find one drawer with fresh boxers and t-shirts. They’re Calvin’s, likely brought here with him because Lorenzo thought he had the perfect plan to make me stay with him. I quickly throwthem on and then search the closet. His wheelchair is here too—perfect.

I wrestle the thing out of the closet and open it up, then gently wake Calvin. “Hey, bud, we have to get out of here.”

He blinks and yawns and shakes his head. “What? Why?”

“Just be quiet okay? I’ll explain everything later.”

Calvin has zero ability to help me, and it takes me the better part of a half hour to get him settled into the chair and ready for transport. Getting him to the front door is easy, but hauling him down the stairs out front is a nightmare. I have to take them one step at a time and my arms and legs burn and shake by the time I’m done, but once I get him on the sidewalk it’s smooth sailing. I take the keys, stored in the pouch on the back side of Calvin’s chair, and push the lock button.

In the distance, several cars down, lights flash. I’m home free. All I have to do is load him in the car and I am out of here. I can call Jen, find out where the cabin is, and hide. Even if I have to fly to Iceland to get away from this family I will. No one threatens my brother, least of all Lorenzo Gatti.

22

LORENZO

First light comes early when I don’t get into bed until the wee hours of the morning. But my body awakens me as usual. I have a built-in alarm clock that never allows me to sleep past seven a.m.

I rub my eyes and turn over, expecting to find Sofia curled up next to me, but she isn’t here. The covers are turned down and the mattress is cold. She’s been gone for a while it seems. The bathroom door is open, light off, which means she isn’t there either. I’m not too worried about it. Wherever she is, I’ll find her and we’ll have a talk about manners.

I roll out of bed, my cock standing on end. I have to piss and I’m starving. So, yawning, I head for the bathroom. My dick sways with each step until I’m leaning over the toilet holding the bastard down so my aim is true. My head thrums with pain, the noise of my piss barreling into the shitter so loud it hurts my ears. I close my eyes and lean my head on my forearm, braced on the wall above the toilet. When my bladder is empty, I return to the bedroom and throw on a pair of shorts.

My phone, buried somewhere in my clothing from yesterday, vibrates, and I sort through it to find the screen lit up. I’ve missed several messages from Norm, and a few from my father. They’ll wait until I’ve had my coffee and something salty to ditch this hangover.

Phone in hand, I head downstairs, taking the steps at a jog. There’s a bit of ruckus going on in my office and I hear my father shouting at someone. He never shows up this early, but I’m not surprised he’s here. He thinks he owns this place too, and I let him do as he pleases knowing his time is short and one day I’ll own it all.

Ignoring the shouts I head straight for the kitchen. Coffee is brewing and I smell bacon frying before I even open the door. My cook stands with her back to me as I enter but she greets me with her familiar “Morning, Mr. Gatti,” as I head directly for the coffee point.

“Has Ms. Carter been through here?” I take out a mug and fill it with the hot brew from the pot, then turn and sip it as I lean back against the counter.

“Oh, no, sir. I haven’t seen any guests this morning.” She glances at me with a side-eye and I grimace. If she hasn’t had coffee, perhaps she’s gone straight in to visit with her brother. I know she was very adamant about seeing him last night.

I pull out my phone and open the home monitoring system app as I stroll back toward the kitchen door, muttering, “Call me when the food is done,” to the cook as I walk out. I pull up the camera view of Calvin’s room and I’m shocked to see his bed empty, covers turned down. “What the fuck?” I mutter and look up as I hear footsteps ahead of me.

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