Page 74 of Savage Proposal

Lorenzo kissed me again, and it quickly turned filthy and deep. My head spun, and my fingers found their way into his hair. When I couldn’t breathe, his lips slipped away from mine to nip down my throat. I let out a sharp moan when he set his teeth into my throat.

I pushed at him, gently so that he knew I didn’t want him going too far, and then rolled onto my front. “Take me like this.”

Lorenzo sucked in a breath. “Is that what you want,dolcezza?”

It was…but it wasn’tonlythat. I needed him like this, and I needed it to be my choice. I wasn’t sure if it would totally wash away that night on the bathroom floor, but it felt like a start, and for right now, it was good enough. “Do it.”

He didn’t move. “If you want it,” he said finally, “get your ass up.” I tucked my knees under myself, raising my ass for him, but I kept my chest against the mattress with my head on my arms. He grabbed a handful of my butt cheek and held me open.

Shame wriggled through me. “Don’t stare,” I said more breathily than I really meant to. He had done this before, and waiting for him to crack was absolute torture. I hated it as much as I loved it

Lorenzo laughed, low and cruel, and I justknewthat I was getting wetter under his gaze. “You have such a pretty pussy, though. Why shouldn’t I look at it?”

A whine crawled from my throat, and it grew louder when he didn’t touch me. I looked back at him over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

His eyes, darkened with desire, were fastened on me. “I’m enjoying you.” His words came out in a growl. “Be patient.”

I tried to be still, but the longer he looked at me, the more sensitive my skin became. I felt flayed open, a throbbing, aching thing, and I had to make him break. I deepened the arch of my back, displaying myself for him, and I hid a smile in my arms when he groaned.

“Showing off your ass like this,” he tutted, and I shuddered at the feel of his breath against me. “You look like a slut.”

The shame that came with his words burned. I wanted more of it. “I could be,” I panted, begging now. “For you.”

Lorenzo swore out loud, and then the mattress shifted, and I felt the head of his cock against me for an instant before he was shoving himself inside. I was wet enough for him, but without any kind of foreplay, it was a tight fit. The air was punched out of my lungs as he bullied his way in. “Squeezing me like a vise,dolcezza. I can barely fucking move.”

He snapped his hips, grinding in deeply, and a belly-deep sound was forced out of me. Lorenzo leaned forward and kissed thenape of my neck, sweet, before he began a breakneck pace that left my breath knotted in my chest. He slammed into my cervix on every inward stroke, chasing the most deliciously painful pleasure up my spine.

I dug my fingers into the sheets beneath me, trying to find a way to ground myself as I spiraled toward an orgasm that I was actually afraid of. It was too much, too overwhelming. Just when I was about to beg for a break, Lorenzo pulled out, and I wailed at the loss.

He moved so that he was sitting against the headboard, and he beckoned for me to come to him. I did, and he slung me into a straddle over his lap. My legs were shaking, but I held onto his shoulders and let him position himself so that I could sink down onto him.

“You’re even bigger from this angle,” I complained, resting my head against his shoulder.

“You can take it.” Lorenzo’s hand gripped my waist, digging his fingers in so much that I could almost feel the bruises forming. He lifted me up and pulled me back down, forcing me to ride him. “Come on, Isabella,” he cajoled in that fond, cruel way of his. “Bounce on my cock.”

I got my knees under me and started to move, alternating between grinding so that he pressed against that spot that sent sparks behind my eyes and fucking down on him so that Lorenzo was lodged deep inside of me. I wasn’t able to go as quickly as we both wanted, and I groaned in frustration. “I can’t do it.”

Lorenzo held me again, snapping his hips upward faster and faster until all I could do was tip my head back and moan. “You’re close,” he grunted. “I can feel it. Touch yourself.”

I reached between my thighs and shuddered when I found my clit. I circled the sensitive bud. Between the sharp pleasure of my own touch and the deep, growing warmth of Lorenzo fucking into me, I came with a scream that everyone in the house must have been able to hear.

Lorenzo groaned as he followed me over the edge; I could feel the warmth of him filling me, and I shivered again, collapsing against him. We held each other for a moment, simply breathing, before I pulled away, wincing slightly.

“Are you okay?”

From the way he was looking at me, Lorenzo was asking about more than if I was sore. “I’ll be fine,” I said, and it was only a little bit of a lie.

CHAPTER 46

Lorenzo

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,” I said, crossing myself. “My last confession was six weeks ago.”

“Go on,” Cristian said.

We were seated in my office, just like always when Cristian came for my confession, but my brother had never looked so gaunt before. His eyes were hollow and haunted. “Three days ago, I had a man killed,” I said.

Cristian swallowed hard. “Why would you do that?”

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