Page 56 of King of Omen

LORENZO

Iwoke to rain tapping against the window, the harsh and rhythmic pitter-patter mimicking the storm raging inside me.

Remembering the night before, my thoughts turned to Mia.

That she was here, under my roof, was a twist I never anticipated, unimaginable.

The fucking circumstances that had brought her here were past belief, a cruel turn of fate.

I hoped she’d slept well.

I hadn’t.

I’d stayed up late, tossing, turning, mulling, and analysing my next move.

I slipped out of bed, my body stiff from the night’s tension, and tracked to the bathroom. Outside the window, I tagged fast-moving clouds and angry skies, reflecting my mood.

Standing before the mirror, I studied the harsh lines on my face, which testified to my turmoil and lack of sleep.

After a torrid curse, I shaved, dressed and headed downstairs. In the kitchen, I brewed a pot of coffee, and soon, the aroma of fresh grounds filled the air.

I poured a cup, the warmth seeping into my bones as I sipped, taking my time.

The caffeine hit, rousing my senses as the rain outside continued to fall.

I caught the sound of soft footfalls on the hardwood floor.

Turning my head, I set eyes on Mia.

My heart lurched.

She was fuckin’ beautiful, her auburn hair shining in the morning light.

She was in another of her pastel-coloured outfits, this time soft peach gym pants and crop top, her feet bare.

I stared at them, enamoured by her pink-tipped toes. I raked my eyes back up over her long legs and supple thighs encased in velvet, the gorgeous hint of a waist in the cut-off top, and her high generous tits.

Last of all, her face, which I could wake up to every dawn for an eternity.

Sucking in air, I hoped my monumental internal slobbering was not showing on my face, as it was my hardening cock outlining my shorts.

I changed posture, rounding the kitchen counter to lean forward on it, eyes still locked on her, hiding my throbbing member.

‘Buongiorno,’ I rumbled as her soft, shy, lilac eyes met mine.

‘Morning.’

I jolted again as she responded, her utterance husky, sending a bolt of need through me.

‘Slept well?’ I asked, trying to keep my rumble steady.

She hesitated before answering, her eyes searching my gaze. ‘Yes, I did, thank you.’

A measure of relief hit me, for her distress was the last thing I wanted.

That said, she’d been the consummate cold-as-ice sidekick the previous night. Not even flinching at the sight of the dead intruder on my floor nor hesitating to bring his companion down.

My admiration for her had only ratcheted even higher after seeing her unwavering courage in the face of danger and her cool head in action.

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