Page 91 of Lorenzo's Claim

Rage surged through me, a fire burning in my veins. I stepped closer to him as Lorenzo remained stoic and strong, letting me take control just as I needed. “Nobody owns me, not even my husband,” I breathed. “Lorenzo, hand me the knife.” I held out my hand. He placed the blade carefully into my palm.

Lorenzo’s hand shot out, grasping my face between his fingers, his touch rough, yet intoxicating. I gasped at the intensity of his hold as my body reacted to his dominance.

He slammed his mouth against mine, his kiss savage and unrelenting. It wasn’t a kiss of love or tenderness, but one of ownership, a brutal claim that left no room for resistance. His lips bruised mine, his tongue invading my mouth with a ferocity that stole my breath. My nails dug into his chest as he devoured me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible. “Have fun, wife.” He smiled sinisterly, releasing me before he joined the men behind me.

Chad’s expression was hurt, yet angry, and I welcomed it, I wanted him physically and mentally feel pain. I wanted him to feel what I felt.

“You’re just doing this to hurt me,” he screamed, his voice damn near damaging my eardrums.

“I’ll show you just how much I can hurt you, Chad,” I sneered, watching the colour drain from his face as the realisation hit him hard.

With a steady hand, I pressed the cold steel of the blade against his arm, watching as it effortlessly cut through the layers of his skin. Blood welled up instantly, a crimson river flowing down his forearm. His scream tore through the stillness of thewarehouse, a shrill, primal wail that bounced off the concrete walls like the crescendo of a symphony. Each note of his agony seemed to resonate within me, filling me with a sense of liberation. The raw power coursing through me was intoxicating, a dark satisfaction that gripped me and refused to let go.

“Stop!” Chad cried, his body twisting in the chains. “Please, just fucking stop!”

But I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I moved methodically, slicing into his flesh, each cut a reminder of the pain he and his masked men had inflicted on me. Lorenzo watched, his eyes burning with a dark intensity. I bet the fucker was turned on. He always seemed to be, anyway. But he also knew what this meant to me. He knew I needed this.

Trailing my blade across Chad’s exposed flesh, his body trembled. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?” I chuckled.

“I know what you’re capable of,” he cried.

“That’s true. Shame you didn’t stay on the right side of me then, isn’t it?”

“You’re too good for him, Ana.” He thrashed against his restraints as I watched him exhaust himself.

“Oh, and I suppose you’re perfect for me, are you?” I toyed with the tip of the blade as his eyes flicked between mine and the steel. “How about we play a little game?”

“Fuck you!” He raised his feet from the floor, trying to launch himself at me but it was useless. He had no strength left.

“I see you want to play, lucky me.” I winked, patting his cheek as a stray tear left his eye. I didn’t know if it was from the pain or if it was from the fact that it was me he was facing. “Question one—how could you and the cowards you call men beat the woman you supposedly love?” I asked, waiting for his stupid response.

“You provoked them, and you provoked me! What did you expect me to do?!” he screeched.

“Okay, squealer, calm down. It’s too early for a headache, and if you survive what I’ve got planned for you, we’ll be here a while,” I replied, pondering what I wanted to do next.

“I know you’re going to kill me, so get on with it,” he roared.

The door behind me opened and closed. “Room for one more?” Nicolo beamed, clapping his palms together.

“What the hell is this? Some sort of party?!” Chad tried to crack a joke. How cute.

“If you want it to be,” I teased. “How about this, you can be the human piñata.” I laughed.

“That’s not a bad idea, Ana,” Red called from behind. “Save a whack for me, yeah? I want to see what candy falls out.”

I picked up a bat from the table beside me. Maybe not a weapon some would choose, but I wanted to have fun. I wanted to make him feel it. Chad’s eyes widened. He knew the ideas and thoughts that played in my mind.

“The difference being, we play for body parts, not candy.” A sinister smile played on my lips as he let out a pent-up roar.

I ran the bat along his body, pausing at the tip of his shrivelled-up dick. “Maybe I’ll start here. What do you think?”

“Get fucked!” he spat, thrashing in his chains.

“You know what, that’s not a bad idea.” I glanced over my shoulder at Lorenzo who wore a mischievous smile.

“Everyone out,” Lorenzo demanded from behind.

The guys hesitated for a moment, their eyes flicking between Lorenzo and me. But in the end, they obeyed their boss, their footsteps echoing as they disappeared into the shadows.

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