Page 89 of Lorenzo's Claim

“Fuck. Come for me,”

Her body convulsed beneath me as her orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking as she screamed my name. “Lorenzo!” she cried, her nails leaving marks on my shoulders. I followed soon after, my thrusts slowing as I buried myself deep inside of her, my release hot and relentless.

“Fuck, Ana,” I groaned her name, pressing my forehead against hers as I emptied myself into her, my body jerking from the force of it.

She slowly unwrapped her legs from my waist, her body relaxing. I pulled out of her as the mixture of our arousals trickled from her pussy. Using the head of my cock, I gently nudged the mixture of our cum back into her wet, eager pussy. “Good girl.” I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re a dangerous woman, you know that?” I smiled.

Her fingers traced the scar on my cheek. “And you’re a dangerous man,” she replied, her voice laced with affection. “Now, how about we have dinner and go to bed?”

“For round two?” I teased.

“For whatever you want.”

I switchedoff the car’s engine in front of our estate, turning my attention to Ana. “Name a weekend, and we’ll go. Whenever you want.”

“Thank you. Being there was different, you know? Like I didn’t need to think about any of the shit that has happened.” She sighed.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you ever again,” I promised as I took her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles. “Come on, let’s get inside. Maybe we can have a nice bath,” I offered.

“I thought you were more of a shower man?” She laughed, the smile fully reaching her eyes as if what I said was funny.

“Usually, but I want to see what all the fuss is about.” I winked. “Besides, you’ll be in there with me. I can’t imagine I’ll get bored.”

As we exited the car, our happiness soon vanished, the weight of reality crashing down around us.

Victor.

I clocked Red first, his body tense and ready for whatever happened next. Victor stood beside him. A man who once commanded a room, now just looked desperate. It didn’t suit him. His pleading eyes met my wife’s. He’d take anything she would give him.

“Anastacia,” he called, his voice hoarse as if he hadn’t used it in days. “Please, let me explain everything.”

I tightened my hand around hers, brushing my thumb against her knuckles in a silent gesture of support. No matter what she wanted to do regarding her father, I’d always support her decision.

She stepped forward, moving with grace and elegance as she commanded everyone’s attention.

“Explain what, Victor?” she asked, her tone cool, calm, and collected. “That you palmed me off for your own gain?”That wasn’t exactly a lie.“ Or that you let me disappear without putting up a fight?”

Victor’s face twisted with pain, but Anastacia didn’t flinch. She spent too long waiting for this moment, wondering why her own father hadn’t come for her while she was holed up in that abandoned house.

“Lorenzo!” he spat. “He told me to stay away.” His voice broke slightly. “He said I had to.”

“And so what if he did?” she asked, sarcasm lacing her voice. “But you’re Victor Fedorov. You could have fought against him. You could have come for me if you wanted to. But you didn’t even try. You didn’t even want to.”

Victor’s eyes dropped to the ground, and for a moment, I thought she’d stumble at the first hurdle, but she didn’t. It didn’t seem as though she was ready to forgive him. Not yet, anyway.

“Just go. You aren’t welcome here.” Her voice was firm as she squeezed my hand. “My husband told you to stay away, yet youdisobeyed him and came here,” she breathed. “Now I’m the one telling you to go, and I hope you don’t disobey me the same way.”

“Me? I disobeyed?! You are my daughter. I have every right to be here,” he snapped.

“Shame you didn’t think that way when I was missing.” She turned to face me. “Lorenzo, let’s go inside.”

“I’m not done, Anastacia!” Victor spat, his anger rising. Red placed his hand firmly on his shoulder, but Victor shrugged it off aggressively. “Your husband took away my right to kill Chad.”

“It’s my right, not yours, so I think you’ll find he took nothing from you,” she seethed.

I slipped my hand around her waist, leading her towards the house. Victor reached out, grabbing her arm, causing her to stop in her tracks.

“Get your hands off my wife, Victor,” I growled as he only tightened his grip.

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