Page 71 of His Pet

“Of course you do,” I murmur.

He smiles and I can’t help but smile back. My eyes roam his face until they land on his lips.

“Do you hate them?” he asks.

I move my gaze back to his serious eyes and furrow my brow. “Hate what?”

“My scars.” He waves a hand over him like it’s obvious. “It’s hardly attractive to be so… marred.”

I run my fingertip over his cheek again and allow my eyes to soften. “I like them. I think they complement your very unique personality.”

He chuckles and gingerly pulls my hand from his face.

His amusement dies when he meets my eyes. I didn’t return his humor.

“Did you mean it?” I ask.

“Mean what?”

I swallow and take a breath. “That you’re in love with me.” I break eye contact and tuck my hair behind my ear. “I mean, I guess you didn’t actually say that. Your mom asked and you didn’t answer. So—”

“You didn’t stay long enough.”

I meet his gaze, and he cups my cheek. His eyes dance between my lips and my eyes.

“What?” I ask.

“I told her that I love you. And yes, I meant it.”

I open my mouth, but words don’t come out.

I love you too.I itch to say it, but something holds me back. Maybe I still don’t believe it’s real. That it can’t be real.

He kisses me and saves me from having to say anything at all.

I press into him, my hands cupping his face and then weaving through his hair. His hands hold my hips and I throw my legs around his waist to straddle him.

Our tongues mingle as I grind on him, and already my core is tightening with the friction. He bulges from his pants, and I rub on his cock with every sway of my hips.

Lorenzo breaks the kiss and yanks his shirt over his head. A dozen or so wasp stings litter his torso, adding to his collection of disfigurements. I smoothe my hand over his chest and close my eyes, savoring the feel of him for a few moments. I burn the maze my fingertips travel into my memory in case I never get to feel this again.

“I want you, Kitty,” he says in my ear before biting down on my lobe.

I shiver and open my eyes, locking onto his devilish smile.

He rolls me off him and climbs on top of me in one swift movement. His lips find mine, and he tugs my pants past my waist with deft fingers.

He breaks away from my mouth. “Do you want to know how pissed off I was that I was too weak to fuck you the past couple of days?”

I bite my lip and raise my hips when he yanks my pants down the rest of the way and chucks them across the room. My clit throbs with every jerk. I sit up and yank my shirt over my head, helping him while he starts on his pants.

“Do you want to know?”

“Yes,” I nod, throwing my bra across the room and laying back down. Lorenzo gets his pants off and nudges his knee between my thighs, spreading me. He leans into me, holding himself up with one hand and dragging his hand over my left breast and squeezing before continuing up to my neck.

He wraps his hand around my neck, and my eyes go wide. Little bursts of excitement seesaw in and out of my lungs with my breath.

“Enough that I could’ve strangled someone.”

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