Page 83 of King of Omen

That evening, as the sun set, dark clouds hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows over the gardens and even to the beach far below.

Pulling my eyes back from the view outside, I tried to focus on my laptop, but all I yearned for was Lorenzo’s presence.

The latter won out, and I ventured downstairs in search of him.

The living areas were quiet, but I tagged the murmur of voices in his office.

Unwilling to interrupt but comforted by the deep rumble of his voice, I headed for the kitchen.

I decided to rustle up some food.

Pulling in an apron, I set about making beef stroganoff with steak and mushrooms, garnished with parsley and served on pappardelle pasta.

The aroma must have drawn out the men because as soon as I’d set the table, both Lorenzo and Mauri emerged.

Both men jerked their chins at me as they sat at the table.

‘Hungry?’ I ventured.

Mauri nodded with a wry grin. ‘Starving Signorina.’

‘Good, I’ve made plenty to feast on.’

Mauri’s eyes twinkled with amusement. His usual stoic demeanour softened, replaced by a rare warmth.

Lorenzo chose to be silent, moody, and sensual, his gaze never wavering from my face.

When I poured him a glass of wine and handed it to him, his hand came over mine, and he stroked my wrist. ‘Grazie, baby.’

We locked eyes, the moment almost leaving me breathless.

I turned to pour Mauri a glass and served what I’d prepared, along with sides of grilled broccolini in an apple cider vinaigrette and piles of crusty warm bread.

I sat, and we ate in companionable silence.

Mauri, with a constant smile on his face, enjoyed and savoured each mouthful while Lorenzo’s eyes undressed me, caressed, and scorched at me. His intensity sent shivers down my spine, heating and warning me of the coming night.

After our meal finished, Lorenzo cleared his throat, eyes raking me. ‘Bella, grazie. It was squisito, exquisite.’

Our eyes clashed, the air between us charging.

‘You’re welcome,’ I murmured.

‘We’ll clear up here.’

I nodded, and with my wine glass emptied, I gave him a lingering glance.

His eyes met mine, perusing over me, scorching me as I stood up and left him and Mauri.

I returned to his room, a wave of pure need washing over me.

Taking advantage of his ensuite set-up, I took a long shower.

I was soaping my hair when his muscled, naked frame stepped into the steamy enclosure and enveloped me.

I gasped at the clasp of his hands, the heat of his thick cock against my ass.

I turned into him, luxuriating in all, moaning as his fingers ran over me, stroking me, lips grazing my neck, promising me everything and nothing all at once.

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