Page 49 of The Young & the Sinner

I often found his reaction amusing, but I never said anything because I didn’t want to bruise his ego.

He patted the seat next to him. “Come sit with me, Olivia. We can watch a movie or something.”

I shook my head. “Max will be home soon, and he’ll kill you if he catches you drinking his beer.”

Lorenzo shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but I could see in his eyes that he was worried. Yet, he took another long sip before setting it down on the coffee table. Then he looked at me expectantly.

Not knowing what excuse I could offer, I took the seat next to him, leaving some room between us and, for the first time in our relationship, I became acutely aware of the size difference between us. Lorenzo wasn’t Max or Mason big, but he was bigger than me.

“You want to watch TV?” I asked, looking for the remote. That would help pass the time, and surely Max would be on his way home by now.

I’d hoped, anyway.

“Just a minute.” He held up his hand and I had to stop myself from flinching. Why was I so wary of him all the sudden? It made no sense. We’d been alone more times than not, but this time felt different. Lorenzo felt different.

He smirked, and I hated how he looked then. “Are you scared of me?”

I shook my head. “Of course not.”

Lowering his voice, he said, “Good.” Then he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me in close to his body until every part of me touched him. And he did it so easily, as if I weighed nothing.

I placed both hands on his chest, trying to get some space in between us, but Lorenzo wasn’t having it. He tightened his arms around me to the point of pain.

“Wait, I don’t think we should do this,” I said when he kissed the skin on my neck. I tried to move away, but couldn’t, and I was in a panic.

I could feel my heart beating too fast in my chest, my breath coming out shallow, and my vision tunneling.

“Why shouldn’t we do this?” he asked, bringing the tender flesh on my neck to his mouth and sucking.

I let out a haggard breath, shaking my head. “I’m not in the mood.”

I felt him grin, and fear worked its way up my spine. “I can get you in the mood.”

“Lorenzo…”

He moved his hands to the curve of my butt and squeezed roughly. I was going to bruise there; I was sure of it. I tried to squirm away, but he only tightened his hold until I cried out. I stilled.

“Good girl. Now stop trying to move away.”

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Why wasn’t anything coming out? Scream! Tell him no! my mind yelled at me. Didn’t Max say something about consent? What was it? Don’t leave room for miscommunication?

I shook my head as tears sprang to my eyes. There was no way he could misunderstand my panicked expression. But he didn’t look remorseful. He didn’t stop. His grin widened, and there was something hideous about his grin that rendered me immobile. All the while, the only thing I could think of was that I didn’t give my consent.

He couldn’t do this to me.

But he was doing it to me. And he was enjoying it.

“You’re such a cock tease, you know that?”

The tears fell down my cheeks and he wiped them away, the move so gentle, it belied his words as he continued on. “I’ve never had to wait close to a month to take my girlfriend to bed before. But you? I’m not even sure I’d even get the chance to feel your tight pussy around my dick unless I stopped giving you the chance to refuse me. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Please,” I whispered. And it was such a cowardly thing to say. I should fight. Why wasn’t I fighting back?

He brought me forward and took my lips in a bruising kiss, and when I refused to open my mouth, he pulled my hair until I cried out in pain. Lorenzo didn’t waste any time. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I resisted the urge to throw up right then and there.

I moved my head to the side, but he had me locked in, and no matter where I went, he was right there, forcing his kisses on me, all the while his hands were roaming my body. I shuddered in shock.

When he pulled away, his green eyes were dark from arousal. “Are you a virgin?” His leer already told me he knew the answer to this question. I was going to be sick. “Am I going to be the first one in? Were you saving yourself for Mason fucking Kade?”

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