Page 61 of Unruly Obsession
Wavering emotions.
Because if I delve any deeper with Lorenzo, I know there’s no coming back from it. Yet the invisible thread that pulls us together is a palpable and sensational thing.
And for once, I don’t want to play by the rules.
I don’t want to hold myself back.
I don’t care what others might think is good or bad for me.
Lorenzo is a devil in disguise, but he's bleeding for me because he took a bullet in my place.
I tentatively step forward. I almost expect him to push me away or tell me he’s fine. I’m here for his wound, and yet, I can't tear my gaze from his as I step between his knees and bring my hand to cup his stubbly jaw.
A spark ignites when I touch him, that undercurrent that’s always smoldering between us, erupting and feeding me adrenaline. My heart begins to race as I offer a comfort and vulnerability I’ve never known before.
He may be a killer, but I know this man will never hurt me.
And I want to protect him. In whatever way I might be able to.
His gaze drops to my lips as I gently stroke his jaw.
Guilt floods me for taking my wrath out on him tonight, when he once again gave me his strength to walk away from a situation I didn’t fully have the courage to remove myself from.
As if knowing my inner thoughts and addressing my demons, he slowly touches his forehead to mine. I’m surrounded by his dominating presence. This man, whom I don’t entirely understand, calls to me on a primal level.
“We’re okay,” I breathe, stroking his jaw once again and pressing my other hand to his chest.
Those words feel like our undoing as I inhale his breath, as if fueling my own lungs. His nose brushes against mine, and I close my eyes, simply to be in this moment, to feel him cocooning me in the enigma that is Lorenzo Moretti.
“Are we?” Lorenzo's voice is soft, and my eyelids spring open, surprised by the gentle tone of a man who is usually cruel and guarded. There’s a softness in his expression I haven't seen before, something I want to drink in before it vanishes.
Lorenzo scoops me into his arms, barely wincing from his still-bleeding wound, and I hook my legs around his waist. He pushes back the loose strands of my hair, his callused hand cupping my jaw in the same manner I had him only moments ago.
He walks us toward a bedroom, his cock straining between us.
Slowly, as if he's still fighting the magnetism between us, his head dips to mine. So I embrace courage and bring my lips to his in a gentle kiss. A confirmation of our safety. His hand slides from my jaw to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss, demanding more. I open to him, offering everything and anything he needs from me as I desperately feed from him.
He lowers us to the bed, his cock pressing against the material directly over my pussy. My legs are still wrapped around him, as if I'm scared he might pull away at any moment. He guides my hands above my head, his fingers threading through mine as he holds me in place. I feel exposed, despite still being fully dressed.
I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, eliciting a low, carnal growl I want to draw from him again.
Lorenzo might be a monster, but he still bleeds.
He bleeds for me, and I’m too tired to fight my attraction to him.
Too scared to not explore this chemistry—when I don’t know if it might very well be the last chance I have to do so.
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LORENZO
Mine.
I need to explore, to mark every inch of her as mine. To ensure no part of her is harmed after tonight, just so I can damage it myself.
Her small whimper destroys the last of any restraint I might have had. But her readiness for me, her neediness and demand for the same thing… I can’t deny either of us any longer.
My hand slides up her smooth leg, pushing the silk dress over her hips. I match her feisty, insistent kisses. She’s quick to undo my belt and zipper, freeing my cock from its painful confines, and I straighten up to step out of my pants. Lily sits up on her knees and bunches the bottom of her dress, trying to pull it up and over her shoulders.
