Page 17 of Savage Proposal

I was getting close again. I could feel it building like a cup filling up with water. Sooner rather than later, that cup would spill over, and I wanted it.Neededit. “Please,” I murmured, bucking into his touch, trying to ride his hand. “Oh, please, Lorenzo.” He pulled away again, and my body was racked with the ruined orgasm, my muscles clamping down desperately around nothing again. A broken sob ripped out of my throat.

“Ask me,” Lorenzo told me.

“Ask?” I tried to free my arms, but he put more of his weight against my wrists. “Lorenzo?” It felt like I wasn’t seated fully in my own mind. As if I could float away at any moment, and the only thing keeping me tethered to the world was the dangerous man above me.

“Ask me to let you come,dolcezza,” Lorenzo crooned. His finger played through my wetness, skirting around my clit, dipping inside, but nothing that would start that sweet build-up again.

It should have turned me off, made me laugh, made me do anything besides whine and buck into his touch. “Let me come,” I breathed out. “Please.”

He tutted. “You need toaskfor what you want, Isabella,” he said. “No one makes demands of me.”

I shivered. My body was a throbbing, needy thing, and I was at the point that the humiliation was making everything all the headier. “Can I come?” I breathed out. “Please?”

Lorenzo’s fingers immediately pressed back into me, thrusting deep and exactly where I needed it, and I screamed at how fucking good it felt. When his thumb strummed over my clit, I was thrown headlong into an orgasm that felt so good it almost hurt.

When I collapsed against the bed, Lorenzo let go of me. I watched him through hooded eyes as he unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down his hips enough to free his cock. My mouth went dry. Hewasbig. And by the grin on his face, he knew it too. Fucking insufferable, but if he didn’t fuck me soon, I might just implode.

“Turn over.”

It took me an embarrassing amount of time to comprehend what he was saying, but when I did understand, I couldn’t quite get my muscles to cooperate.Ask for what you want. “Help?”

Lorenzo looked incredibly proud and, with gentle hands, flipped me onto my belly. “Get your ass up,dolcezza.”

I did what he said, keeping my chest pressed to the bed, and I heard him groan. It was the first time that he’d let his mask slip, and I hadn’t been allowed to see it. His hands bracketed my hips. His thumbs dug into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart gently. My face burned, but it was easy to tuck it into the bed and allow myself to disappear into the feeling of it all.

“Fucking beautiful,” Lorenzo said, but I knew I wasn’t expected to respond. Somehow, that made it even easier to slip into my head. The crown of his cock touched me, and I jerked away on instinct. Lorenzo tightened his hold on my hips, hushing me gently, and then he thrust home. I moaned through my teeth as he carved out a space for himself inside of me. “Knew you’d feel like this,” he grunted. “So goddamn tight, I can barely move.”Oh, but I needed him to move. I wriggled against him, and when he stopped me from doing that, I clenched around him. Lorenzo hissed. “Isabella.”

I squeezed around him again. “Please,” I begged. “I need it.”

Lorenzo let out a growl and slid out of me. Tears prickled at my eyes, but before I could do something embarrassing like start blubbering, he drove back inside. Warmth flooded through me; every time he drew back, I could feel my own wetness slipping out. I had always been a one-and-done kind of person when it came to sex—if I came at all—but I could feel myself getting close to the edge again.

I balled my fists in the comforter beneath me and rocked my hips back into him as much as I could. Lorenzo put a hand on my back, pushing me down and adjusting his angle enough that he hit against the wall of my cervix. Pain and pleasure rocketed me toward my second orgasm, and I heard Lorenzo swear as he reached his own end as well.

For a moment, the world slowed to a stop, and then Lorenzo slipped away from me. I winced at how sticky I felt. “I’m going to need another shower.” I glanced at Lorenzo, who was tucking himself back into his jeans.

Oh. I could have predicted that he wasn’t going to get into the shower with me, but seeing him getting dressed so quicklystung more than it should. He looked at me; his expression was entirely unreadable. “Clean up,” he said. “I’ll have someone come change your sheets.”

And then, he was gone, and despite how high he’d taken me, I had never felt lower watching him walk away. He closed the door behind him, and the click of it echoed in my head like a gunshot.

CHAPTER 11

Lorenzo

By the time I stepped out into the hallway, my phone was ringing.Goddamn it. I grabbed it out of my pocket. “Lorenzo,” I said by way of greeting.

“Cugino, we have a problem.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, and the heady scent of Isabella still clung to my fingers. I should have taken up that obvious offer to get in the shower with her. “When don’t we?” I muttered. “What’s going on?”

“Don Gallo is at the casino,” Elio said. He was using his professional tone, which meant the head of the more prominent minor families was sitting in front of him. “He wants to speak with you.”

The absolute last thing I wanted was to drive into the city to deal with this, but I couldn’t exactly refuse. “Has the Don given you any explanation as to our light shipments?”

Elio made a noise in his throat. “He won’t speak to me about that. He’ll only speak withyou,” he said, and the anger was clear in his voice now, which was surprising. Elio was even better thanme at masking his emotions. He chose to be seen as something of a fool, but I knew the man underneath it all. If he was showing his anger now, it was either because he wanted to intimidate the man in front of him, or he was well and truly pissed.

Either way, it was bad.

“Tell the Don that I will be at the casino in the next hour. Offer him a drink and tell him to relax.”

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