Page 41 of Lorenzo's Claim

One word was all it took as my body shook with the force of my orgasm, my cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. “L-Lorenzo… Fuck!”

“Ecco fatto, dammi tutto.” I had no idea what he said but I let go, giving him everything my body had to offer. He took it willingly. “For someone who hates me, you seem to love it when I make you come.”

“Does it make you feel good, Lorenzo?” I managed, my breaths ragged and shallow.

He removed his fingers from me, bringing them to his lips. He swirled his tongue around them, sucking off my come. “So fucking good.”

“You’re such a bastard.” I scoffed as his mouth twisted up into half a smile.

“You weren’t saying that a minute ago.” He winked as I shoved him away from me.

“Listen, I may have had a few moments of weakness when it comes to you, but that stops now. This will never happen again.” I rearranged my dress, squaring up to his much larger frame. “You are a mistake in every sense, Lorenzo.”

“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?”

I shoved past him, not giving him another moment of my time. He didn’t deserve that, nor did he deserve me.

After slippinginto a form fitting black dress, I made my way towards the garage where my car was parked.

“Where you goin’?” Emmet asked, catching me off guard.

“Out. I have somewhere I need to be.” I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t run to Lorenzo.

“A, you know I can’t let you leave. We have orders.”

“Emmet, with all due respect, you can tell my husband I said he can stick those orders up his ass. I have somewhere I need to be. It’s an annual thing.” I exited the house. Emmet was clearly torn, unsure over stopping me or finding Lorenzo.

“A,” he sighed.

“See you later, Emmet.” I smiled, heading out to the garage before he had a chance to say another word.

It felt good to be back behind the wheel again, I hadn’t driven since moving in here and I missed it. It allowed me to feel free.

Speeding off down the driveway, I noticed Lorenzo driving the opposite way, our eyes meeting as we passed one another.

The gates were already open to let him in which gave me a quick getaway. I had a feeling he’d follow me, and I was right. The second I glanced in the mirror, I clocked him, driving like a maniac behind me.

Of course he’d turned around, how else would he survive the day if he didn’t piss me off?

This man had no clue about this evening, but I’d enjoy watching it all unfold.

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I turned into the driveway,blissfully unaware that I was about to come face-to-face with my wife who was on her way out…alone.

“Lorenzo, that’s Ana.” Red cleared his throat.

“Thanks for the update, Red,” I snapped, my eyes meeting hers through the glass as our paths crossed.

“Where are you going?” I called out. Not that she would have heard me, but she had to know that I was pissed off to the maximum.

She smiled at me without a care in the world as she hit the gas, speeding like a damn maniac out of the open gates.

“Turn the car around and follow her,” I demanded. Red was already on it. “She knows not to go out alone. What is wrong with her?!”

“Maybe there’s a valid reason. You could just ask her, rather than starting a screaming match. Doesn’t that sound more logical?” He said, but I wasn’t in the mood to hear it.

“I don’t give a shit about logic, Red. She continues to defy me over and over. Tonight is the last time.”

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