Page 92 of Lorenzo's Claim

The warehouse fell silent, except for Chad’s ragged breathing and the occasional whimper. I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and revulsion as I stared at the man I once called my friend.

Lorenzo stepped closer to me, his presence overwhelming. He grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me toward him with no hesitation. His eyes burned with a raw and primal hunger ashe pressed me against the table, the cold metal digging into the backs of my legs.

“What’s going through that mind of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me.” I whispered, as his teeth grazed my earlobe.

“Right here? Now?” The warmth of his breath caused goosebumps to decorate my skin.

“Yes.”

“You’re something else,” he murmured. His hands moved to my hair, fisting it tightly as he pulled my head back and exposed my neck. “So beautiful. My wife. Mine.”

I felt his cock press against me, his desire palpable. The timing couldn’t have been worse, but there was something about tonight that made me need him more than normal, made me crave him wholeheartedly.

Within a split second, he lifted me effortlessly onto the table. “Lie down,” he demanded, the softness in his eyes gone.

Chad’s screams filled the air, his pleas for mercy ignored. “Stop!” he cried. “She’s mine! Anastacia, please, you’re mine!” Despite being so close, it seemed as if he wasn’t in the same room. I had never been fucked in front of anyone before, but there was something about it that made my pussy ache with need.

“Don’t move,” Lorenzo ordered as he fetched the duct tape from the table beside us. He ripped enough off to cover Chad’s mouth , shutting the bastard up.

“Shut the fuck up, Chad,” Lorenzo scolded, patting Chad’s cheek in a humiliating gesture. “That’s a good boy.”

Lorenzo turned his focus entirely on me as he undressed me, savouring each passing second. I was submitting to him, something I vowed never to do, but right then, that had gone out the window. He could take whatever he wanted from me.

The knife in his hand caught my attention as the light reflected off the steel, its blade glinting with a thin sheen of Chad’s blood. “Are you ready to play, wife?”

“Yes,” I breathed as his lips twisted up at the corners.

“Good girl,” he praised, tracing the knife lightly across my collarbone, the cold metal sending shivers through my body. It was a new feeling, something erotic, something I never expected to enjoy.

I bit my lip, a soft gasp escaping me as the blade left a faint red line on my skin. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck. His free hand gripped my hip, keeping me still as he trailed the blade across my breasts, teasing my nipples. A feeling of ecstasy took over my body, as I started to come alive.

“Yes, Lorenzo, I like it,” I whimpered as my nipples hardened beneath the blade.

Chad’s muffled sobs couldn’t escape the tape that covered his mouth. Knowing Lorenzo fucking me would be one of the last things Chad ever saw filled me with an insane amount of contentment.

Lorenzo pressed the blade against my inner thigh, dangerously close to my core. I was too far gone to care. I was at his mercy, and I loved it. I’d never experienced anything like it before. I should have been scared, I should have told him no. But I wasn’t, and I didn’t. I was more than ready to let my husband play with me. My legs quivered slightly, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I spread them wider, inviting him to fuck me senseless.

“Such a good girl,” he growled. “And all mine.”

“Yours,” I moaned as I watched him effortlessly flip the knife in his hand so the blade was now flat against his palm. My eyes widened the second I realised his intentions. “Lorenzo…” I started, but he silenced me with a sharp kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. I moaned into his mouth, my handsclutching at his shoulders as he positioned the knife’s handle at my entrance.

“Just trust me,” he said against my lips, a request I couldn’t refuse. Slowly, he pushed the handle of his favourite knife inside me, inch by inch as my pussy clenched around the foreign object.

Gasping for breath, I let my head fall back against the table, a torrent of pleasure crashing over me with relentless force. The icy metal pressed against my skin, a stark contrast to the inferno raging within me, each contact igniting electric shocks throughout my body. Never before had I felt such an explosion of life as he thrust into me repeatedly with the unforgiving steel handle, his thumb expertly swirling around my clit in flawless harmony, driving me to the edge of bliss.

“Look at my wife. What a vision,” he whispered to me. He pulled the knife out of me slowly, my body quivering as he replaced it with his cock. I must have been too far gone to even notice him removing his pants.

“That’s it,” he praised as he thrust into me. “Take it.” His hips snapped forward, his cock plunging deep into my wet pussy.

“Harder, Lorenzo,” I panted, needing him more than I needed my next breath. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged instantly, his hands holding me in place as he obeyed my request. Our breaths came in ragged gasps as our skin slapped together, our bodies colliding time and time again.

Lorenzo’s mouth was a torrent of dirty words, his voice low and commanding. “You’re my perfect little slut. You love this, don’t you? You love being used by me.”

My eyes fluttered closed as I revelled in his words, my body teetering on the edge of release. “Yes,” I whimpered. “I love it.” A tear escaped my eye for no other reason than pure ecstasy.

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