Page 93 of Lorenzo's Claim

His thrusts quickened, his muscles tightening as he neared his own climax. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. My eyes flew open, instantly meetinghis intense gaze as he drove into me with a force that left me breathless. "Come for me, now," he ordered, his words an irresistible force pulling me over the edge.

“Fuck! Lorenzo!” My body erupted around him, unable to restrain my orgasm crashing through me like a violent storm. Blood roared in my ears as I screamed his name, my walls contracting fiercely around his cock as he succumbed to the overwhelming sensation. His hips jerked as he filled me. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice dripping with raw satisfaction. “Take every drop.”

And I did. He stayed inside of me until every last drop of his arousal remained inside my pussy.

“My good girl.” He rested his forehead against mine, sweat beading on his skin. “You surprise me every single day.” He smiled as he pulled out of me with a groan.

He wiped the knife on a nearby rag, the blade glinting innocently now, its edge no longer stained with blood. I tried to catch my breath as I came down from the high, my body still buzzing from the aftermath of our encounter.

Chad’s muffled sobs filled the silence, his body slumped as he watched us with wild eyes. Lorenzo glanced at him briefly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t worry. We didn’t forget about you.” He laughed as he helped me to my feet. I quickly got dressed and Lorenzo followed suit.

“Do you see now, Chad?” I sighed. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Lorenzo’s arm snaked around my waist from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. “And where might that be?” he asked.

“With you.”

I removed myself from Lorenzo’s hold as I stepped closer to Chad. I felt pure satisfaction when I ripped the tape from his mouth, not wanting to wait any longer to hear his screams as I beat the shit out of him.

“You really let him fuck you like that?!” he sneered.

“Yeah, and guess what? I love every single second of it.” I smiled, knowing my words hurt him more than a bat or knife ever could. The doors behind me opened as the guys entered the room for support and to enjoy the show.

“Now, where shall I aim first?” I didn’t give him time to answer as I placed the bat to his temple. “How about here? I could smash your brain to bits?” I shook my head, lowering the tip of the bat to his eye socket. “Or perhaps your beady little eyes?”

“Just get on with it!” he screamed.

I tormented his body as he continued to thrash against the chains. He could fight all he wanted. He wasn’t leaving here, unless it was in unrecognisable pieces.

I lowered the bat to his dick as his eyes squeezed shut. “Open your eyes! Fucking look at me!” I demanded. “How about I smash you right fucking here? This cocktail sausage sized dick? I bet you’ve jerked off many times thinking of me, haven’t you, you sick fuck?” I stood back for a moment, tapping the bat against my palm. “Let me see what my husband thinks.” I turned to Lorenzo who looked as though he was ready to devour me whole again.

“You choose. This is your fight, not ours.” Lorenzo smiled, giving me the go ahead I needed.

“Rearrange his face!” Red chimed in, looking like a proud brother.I didn’t have one of those anymore. Actually, I never did.

“Stop playing around and get on with it.” Chad’s voice broke mid-sentence, as I turned back to face him. I loved the fact he was scared.

I whipped the bat through the air, aiming for his torso. The sound of his ribs cracking beneath it was utter perfection. Hisyelp of pain only spurred me on. I thrived off every squeak, every cry, and every howl.

“Fuck!” he cried, squeezing those beady eyes shut again.

“Enjoy every single second of it. It’s the start of a very long day.” I chuckled, swinging my bat to the other side of his ribcage.

I heard the blowtorch come to life behind me as Lorenzo stepped beside me, his eyes dropping to the tattoo that linked Chad to the Bratva.

“Please...” Chad pleaded. “I didn’t mean to?—”

“Didn’t mean, what? Laying a finger on my fucking wife? Betraying her trust? Rallying men her own father banished for your own gain?! Each accusation seemed to fuel his rage further, his words echoing in the room. “The list is endless, you stupid cunt.” He lost control, the venom in his voice matched only by the intensity of his glare, and in that moment, I understood the depths of his anger.

“No! Please! I’m sorry!” He begged Lorenzo but there was no point. “Let me die with it, please!”

“You can beg all you want, but your apology means fuck all to any of us.” Lorenzo flickered the flame across his skin. The sharp, metallic tang of burning skin filled the air, causing my stomach to churn.

“You don’t deserve to die with it. You deserve to die with nothing,” I sneered. “These men took the lives of the men who hurt me, and now, they’re all going to watch as I take yours.”

Lorenzo removed the tattoo along with layers of flesh. The clattering from the chains alongside his screams was so loud it could have woken the dead. His body shook profusely beneath the flame. It was like we were watching an award-winning movie in slow motion. His skin sizzled, his body was a complete mess.

I picked up the knife from the table. It was the perfect choice. I rounded Chad’s body slowly then pierced it though his back, just to the side of his spine. His cries echoed in the room. “Ana,please…” Blood trickled down his bruised skin, but I didn’t stop there. I plunged my knife straight into his side and looked up at my husband as he watched with pride in his eyes.

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