Page 11 of Gardener for the Mafia

God, I hate this neighborhood.

“Hello?” I mutter.

“It’s me,” Lorenzo growls.

“Oh,” I say, stunned. “I … Um …”

Talk, idiot.

“I’ll buzz you up.”

I press the button and then flurry around the apartment, trying to bring the chaos into some semblance of order. But it’s not that the place is untidy, exactly. The small, old looking kitchen has everything in the right place. It’s just that one of the cupboard doors won’t close all the way, and there’s an ugly gouge in the wall where a cupboard used to be and the landlord hasn’t bothered to paint over it.

I sigh, returning to the living room just in time for his knock on the door.

I hurry over to the door, realizing too late that I’m just wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a frumpy hoody. Is he going to think I’m a complete slob?

My desire for him to find me sexy pulsates through me like an instruction direct from my womb, as if it’s telling me to make myself look hot for him, to make him want to drive his baby making rod inside of me and shoot his precious seed inside me.

But it’s too fricking late now.

I open the door to find Lorenzo overfilling the frame, his shirt unbuttoned to show the top of his chest, his pectorals pressing firmly through the material. He ducks his head and walks his towering body into the room. Reaching a casual hand behind him, he closes the door.

“Lena,” he rumbles, his deep voice seeming to cause the whole apartment to tremble. “I’ve waited all day for this.”

Here it comes.

I remember how his face contorted when I told him I was a virgin, as though his disgust was trying to escape in any way it could.

But he doesn’t tell me it’s over, like I expect.

He doesn’t push me away.

Instead he dives at me like an unleashed tornado and wraps his arms around me, crushing our bodies together as he brings his face down to mine, pausing so that our noses brush and tickle.

Our lips collide and lust explodes like starlight inside my mouth, the sensations spreading across my cheeks with a heaven made butter knife, smearing it all over me. I feel greedy as I lap up the pleasure.

Our kiss takes us across the apartment as we stumble backward, and I end up pressed against the wall, Lorenzo’s hulking form pushed right up against me. My nipples grind against his chest and I can’t help but moan through the kiss, twitching my hips and pushing against him.

“I’m so fucking glad that I’m going to be your one and only,” he breathes, breaking off the kiss but keeping his face oh so close to mine.

His breath teases me, hinting at the swelter of his body.

“I thought you were disgusted,” I gasp.

His forehead furrows as confusion paints his chiseled features.

“Disgusted?” he growls. “No, Lena. It just means that when I take you, it’s going to mean so much more. When I push inside of you and pierce that virgin pussy, and feel your gorgeous hymen’s offering drenching my cock, I’ll know that you’re truly mine and mine alone.”

A thrill chariots through me, seizing my heart and squeezing it so it beats double time. I slowly move my hands up his arms, gripping onto his shoulders. It feels so right.

“I want that,” I whisper. “But I’m just so inexperienced, Lorenzo. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never even had a …”

I trail off, cursing my disobedient tongue and it’s annoying as annoying can get habit of just waggling like an overexcited dog’s tail without my permission.

“What?” Lorenzo groans, sliding his hand through my messy hair. “You never have to be shy with me, Lena. You can open yourself to me, completely. I want all of you. Not just your sweet hymen and all the redness it’s going to drench me with. Not just your womb where my seed is finally going to find its rightful home. I want your personality, your confidence and your insecurities. So tell me, my queen.”

“Queen?” I whisper, licking my lips, tasting him all over again. Please don’t let this be a trick. “I like the sound of that.”

“You should,” he smirks. “But don’t change the subject.”

I sigh. “I’ve never even had an orgasm.”

He steps back, shoulders squared so that the fabric of his shirt tugs tautly. One of the buttons almost pops under the pressure.

His eyes flit up and down my body, and I just know he’s rethinking this whole thing.

But then he smirks.

“Fucking hell, I’ve never seen a sexier sight. You’re like the most perfect meal imaginable. Let me eat you all up and give you your first orgasm, Lena. A win-win for both of us.”

I feel myself squirming, my thighs rubbing together, my lips smearing wetly against my underwear.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he growls, stalking forward. “I need to taste your sweet release, a preview of what’s to come. I need to taste how tangy and hot you are. I need to smear your juices all over my mouth and neck like the savage fucking animal I am.”

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