Page 70 of Innocence
Lorenzo grabbed my arms and pulled my openly shaking form into him. My fear had taken over. He was sitting, and I was standing, and he still dwarfed me. There was no hope. I could never fight him.
Yet, when Lorenzo’s breath washed over me, something inside sighed at the way it cooled my heated skin. Maybe I didn’t want to fight him?
“You’ve been very bad, Pet,” he tsked. “Did you think refusing to eat would make me forget you tried to run?”
My head shook, while my brain screamed,‘Tell him Bitchface McGee pushed you.’
“Are you trying to get my attention? Perhaps you want me to take you over my knee again?”
That’s not what I wanted.
He leaned in to growl in my ear, “Spank your little ass raw.”
My core clenched in response.
Maybe it was?
Lorenzo sighed and sat back, plucking a grape off one of the plates on the table. He popped it in his mouth, sucked on it, and then pulled it back out.
I watched his lips circle around the small purple berry and was overcome with memories of how it felt to have his mouth on me. When he held it up to my mouth, my breath shallowed out.
“I’m a busy man, Pet,” Lorenzo’s gaze followed the grape, swiping along the seam of my mouth, wetting my lips with his saliva, “I can’t feed you every meal.”
Holy hell! Eat the damn grape, Kya. Eat it now!
Something else spilled out when my lips parted. “I’m not hungry.”
I had enough time to hear the slow clap ring out in the back of my head, before Lorenzo was out of his chair.
A second later I was folded over, with my face slammed down against the table. Plates clattered around my head, mingling with the impending sense of dread.
“If you don’t want dinner,” Lorenzo’s hand slid up my thigh and under my dress, “you must be ready for dessert.”
I squeaked and tried to crawl up the table. My captor quickly put a stop to that. One hand clamped around the back of my neck, while the other grabbed a handful of my butt. I cried out as his fingers dug into my flesh.
“That’s itPulsante,” Lorenzo groaned, flipped my dress up and swung his hand back, “Keep screaming.” His palm landed on my backside. “Your cute little squeaks make my cock hard.”
He did it again. Hand landing on my ass with a resounding smack that burned a trail of want across my thighs. My face heated. I couldn’t believe he was doing this here. In front of them.
When his arm swung back again, I quickly called out, “I’ll eat!”
“You should’ve eaten in the first place,” he purred, while forcing his hand between my legs to cup my panty-clad pussy.
To my mortification, I responded. My core clenched, sending wetness into my panties. Which the lacy material did nothing to hide.
“Tsk, tsk, Pet.” Lorenzo folded himself over me, pressed his thick finger against my clit and licked my cheek. “You shouldn’t be enjoying your punishment.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered.
And I was. I was sorry for my response. For ever putting myself in this situation. But mostly, I was sorry for the pulses of yearning trickling through me. I was so pathetic that my soul called out to anyone. Even the devil.
“You’re always sorry,” he growled. “I’m tired of your apologies.”
As my thong underwear was torn away, panic soared through my system, spurring me into action. My fight lasted long enough for me to deliver an awkward and feeble slap. Someone else decided to help my captor and grab my hands.
Carmine pulled on my wrists, stretching my arms across the table and lifting my feet off the ground.
“Not so fast, sweet thing,” his cold stare smiled mockingly down at me, “my brother’s not done with you yet.”
