Page 26 of Lorenzo's Claim

“Goodnight, Lorenzo.” She waved from over her shoulder, disappearing from view as she turned down the corridor.

She was dreaming if she thought that was the end of this argument. She had some explaining to do. This wasn’t over. I stalked after her, not getting to her fast enough before her door closed. I twisted the knob and pushed inside, a string of curses coming from her as she remembered she no longer had a lock.

Poor princess.

I shoved the door open with a forceful push as it banged against the wall, drawing her attention towards me immediately. Her head snapped in my direction, eyes narrowed, and her jaw set in a hard line, clearly bracing herself for the confrontation she knew was coming. She stood up straight, shoulders pulled back, and faced me directly, her stance a challenge, daring me to speak first. My heart pounded in my chest, fuelled by the anger coursing through my veins, and I could feel the heat rising to my face. I was beyond furious, ready to unleash the torrent of words that had been building inside me.

“You won’t do what you did today again, do you understand?” I snapped, kicking the door closed behind me.

“I understand you but that doesn’t mean I’ll agree and listen.” She barely looked at me as she undid one of her braids. “Treat me with a little respect and I might do what you say.”

“Respect works both ways, Ana.” I edged nearer to her as she deftly worked her fingers through the intricate loops of her other braid, the strands unraveling like a cascade of silk. Anticipating her to retreat, I was surprised when she remained still, rooted to the spot. The only motion was the gentle rise and fall of her chest, synchronised with her calm, steady breaths.

“Respect is earned, Lorenzo, and so far, you’ve done nothing to earn it..” She ran her fingers through her crinkled hair as her eyes met mine. “You are nothing but a jumped-up prick playing leader.”

“Drop the smartass remarks and attitude,” I insisted, taking yet another step closer.

“Or, what? What can you seriously do to me?” she challenged.

“I’ll make that fucking attitude drip out of you.”

My eyes never left hers and her hands travelled to her waistband. Her movements were fluid, almost like a dance, each gesture confident and assured. I was mesmerised. She had caught my attention, but that was for an entirely different reason than I anticipated. I never thought she’d have the balls to do half of what she did.

She stepped forward, bringing her body close enough to mine in order to drive the blade of her knife just beneath my shoulder, her expression changing from somewhat emotional to something much more sinister. There was no hesitation in her movements, just a cold-hearted woman who had been trained by the best. Pain radiated through me as blood seeped through my shirt.

I stood, unnerved by what she’d done to me as a moan escaped my lips. I fed off of the pain. My body tightened beneathher grip as she kept the blade lodged into place. I had let my guard down for a split second. Something I’d never done, and never planned to do again.

“Is this what you like, Lorenzo?” She purred against my ear, her voice low and seductive. She twisted the knife into my flesh, knowing exactly how far she could take it before it got too dangerous. “Does this turn you on?” She stroked my cock through my pants, feeling just how much I loved it. Maybe it was fucked up to like this kind of shit, but I couldn’t help but thrive off her authority and dominance.

She admired the scarlet stains that soaked through what was once my white shirt as she slowly removed her blade, her hand steady and somewhat gentle. I let out a low grunt that rumbled through my chest as the tip grazed more skin on the way out.

She brought the knife to her lips before running her tongue along the blood-coated steel.Fuck, that must have been the hottest shit I’d ever seen.“You can leave. You’ve served your purpose.” She threw the weapon onto the carpet, letting whatever blood was left decorate it.

I had no fucking idea what came over me, but I couldn’t stop myself nor did I want to. Not when her cold, judgemental eyes were locked on mine. The air between us was thick and heavy as I gripped her neck, her lips twisting up into a smile.

“Is that all you’ve got, husband?” she teased, but that wasn’t all I had. I tightened my hold on her, feeling her pulse beneath my fingers as her breathing slowed slightly.

I was expecting her to beg me to release her but nothing seemed to faze her. Maybe her training was more intense than I thought. Maybe she could handle torture and pain better than the majority of my men.

“Do you think this hurts me, Lorenzo? Do you think I can’t handle whatever it is you’re doing?” She choked out as her fingerfound my wound. She applied pressure as she pressed on it. I exhaled sharply as I welcomed the pain.

I lifted her body from the floor by her neck and tossed her on the bed. Her eyes widened as mine darkened. “Spread your legs, wife.”

“No,” she whispered, her lips enunciating the word.

“Still so defiant?” I asked, not giving her time to answer. “Open your legs and show your husband what a good girl you are.”

“And if I don’t?” she questioned with confidence, perhaps wanting me to eat her pussy just as much as I did.

“Then I’ll do it myself. Your choice.”

A playful, mischievous smile danced across her lips, and for a fleeting second, I anticipated resistance from her. Instead, she surprised me. With deliberate movements, she unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying her body gracefully out of the snug fabric. Her lace thong slipped off along with the denim, sliding down her legs in one smooth motion. She let her legs fall open, revealing just how wet she was. Her fingers traced patterns across her delicate skin, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake.

“Don’t touch yourself, Anastacia.” I shrugged off my shirt as she admired her handiwork. “The only person allowed to touch you is me. The only person to make you come is me, and if you wish to do so, you’ll ask for your husband’s permission first.” I dropped to my knees, grabbing her legs so I could pull her to the edge of the bed. “I own every inch of you, Ana.”

I slid two fingers inside her as a sweet moan left her lips. She was so deliciously tight as she clenched around my fingers. Circling my thumb on her clit, I watched as she let her head fall back before another moan escaped her.

“I never thought I’d see Lorenzo Ricci on his knees,” she breathed, a soft whimper escaped her lips, charged with anticipation, as I intensified my movements, curling my fingersinside of her, hitting exactly where I wanted to hear those delicious moans.

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