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“How beautiful you are.”

She blinked, dumbfounded. “You don’t even like me.”

“What does that have to do with my wanting to fuck you?” She scoffed and shook her head, but when she tried to move away, I caught her. “You don’t like me, right?” Isabella shook her head, as if to sayobviously not. “But that hasn’t stopped you from thinking about what I’d do to you, all the ways I’d make you come.”

“I havenot–”

I smirked as she flushed. “You are now,” I taunted. “You haveno ideaall the things I’ve dreamed of doing to you.”

Isabella studied me for a long while, contemplating, and then she took a deep breath and dropped the towel to her feet. “So, do them.”

My cock had never gotten so hard, so fast in my entire life.

CHAPTER 10

Isabella

There was no way this was a good idea. Yet, when Lorenzo slid his big, warm hands around my waist, I shivered in want. I couldn’t keep denying how badly I wanted him, even if admitting it made my stomach roll.

Lorenzo tightened his grip on me. “Such a tiny thing,” he murmured, more to himself than me.

“I’m not,” I insisted. “You’re just big.” I regretted the second I said it. Lorenzo’s smile made him look far too pleased with that compliment. “If you say one thing, I swear?—”

He bent and pressed his mouth to mine, cutting me off, and I told myself to pull away, to prove that I wouldn’tmeltfor him.Make him work for it, damn it,I told myself. Except, I was lost the moment he kissed me. My lips parted for his tongue, and my fingers linked around his neck, anchoring myself.

Before I could register what was happening, I was on my back on the bed with Lorenzo hovering over me. I had never felt like the dainty type: short, yes, with a solid build. But I was dwarfedbeneath Lorenzo Vitali. “See?” he said against my mouth, as if he could read my mind. “You’re so tiny.”

I didn’t know why the idea of him being so much bigger than me made me ache. Ilikedthe idea of being at his mercy…and I hated myself for even thinking it. But I had never needed someone like this before. I squirmed against him, trying to get relief somehow, which made Lorenzo chuckle. He kissed me again, deep and heady and filthy, until I was clinging to his shoulders.

Lorenzo broke our kiss and pulled back a little so that he sat on his heels. “Show me,” he commanded.

Huh?“Show you?”

“Open your thighs,” he said, voice low and deep, “and show me your pussy.” My legs parted as if he’d said the magic words; it hadn’t even been a conscious thought. Lorenzo rumbled with pleasure. He reached out and ran his fingers up my slit, and I gasped as the tip of his finger glided over my clit, a quick, fleeting touch that made my back arch. “So sweet for me already,” he mused, sliding his finger up and down again, teasing everything that was sensitive but not touching enough to do anything besides drive me absolutely crazy.

I reached down and grabbed his hand, trying to press him against me harder. “Touch. Me.”

Heat flashed across his face, and he grabbed both of my hands with one of his and pinned them over my head. “Behave.”

He said it in a way that brooked no argument, like I was meant to comply, no matter what, and a part of me seethed with the arrogance of it. “Make me,” I spat before I could think it through.

His fingers squeezed around my wrists tightly enough that it drove a sound from my throat. “I was going to go easy on you, Isabella,” he grounded out. “But you had to be a fucking brat, didn’t you?”

That wasn’t the first time he’d called me a brat, but it still set my teeth on edge. “You can’t just expect me to follow your every command.”

He plunged a finger inside of me, rough and all too sudden, and I cried out at the intrusion. “Idoexpect you to listen to me andfollowmy every command,” he said, parroting my words back at me, and while there was heat in his eyes, his voice was calm, detached, and I hated it immediately. I was burning up from the inside out, and I wanted him feeling that fire with me. Lorenzo curved his finger up, touching something inside of me that nearly knocked the air out of my lungs.

Well, hello, G-spot. I didn’t think you were real.

“I expect you to behave,” said and tapped his finger against that spot again and again, and his thumb circled my clit, and I was spiraling toward an orgasm faster than I ever had in my entire life.

“OhGod,” I moaned out. My muscles spasmed around his finger, so close, but just before everything let loose, Lorenzo pulled his hand away. I clenched around nothing; the sudden emptiness brought tears to my eyes. “What? No!”

Lorenzo’s indifferent expression stung even worse. “Only good girls get to come, Isabella,” he said. “Only good girls who behave, understand?”

Oh, fuck you. The words formed in my mouth, but when he raised his eyebrow in question, I swallowed them back. Hewasn’t playing with me; he really would leave me like this. I had no doubt about it. “I understand,” I said, forcing the words out.

He smiled now, amused. “Oh, you hated saying that, didn’t you?” He slipped a finger back inside of me, and his smile sharpened. He fucked into me faster and faster, and I wailed as pleasure flooded my nervous system. “Do you hear that, Isabella? You’re fucking soaked. Your little bratty act doesn’t fool me for a second. Not when your pussy is weeping like this.” I could hear the slick sound of his finger thrusting in and out and whimpered, humiliated but so painfully turned on.

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