Page 42 of Savage Claim

I nodded, jaw clenched. So, we weren’t going to talk about Yulia then. “That’s true,” I forced out and took another step back. “You do what you need to do, then.”

Turning on my heel, I started back to the house. I barely got a dozen steps before his hand closed around my arm. Lorenzo reeled me back around. “Where are you going,dolcezza?”

“Inside,” I said and tried to pull my arm out of his grip. “I’m leaving you to do what you want.”Because you get what you want, I thought.You do what you want.

Even though I didn’t say it, Lorenzo could read my thoughts in my expression. He reached out and cupped my cheek. “You really need to develop a poker face,” he said. “It would be safer for you in the long run.”

“I’m mad,” I said. “I’m not trying to hide that. So, why don’t you let me go so that I can calm down? Hmm?”

Lorenzo sneered. “I don’t think so,” he said.

“What?” I demanded. “You want to talk this out right now? Like this?” I looked down at where he was still gripping me. “Don’t you have a fire to get back to?”

“Someone will come take care of it, don’t worry.” We stood there, locked in a staring contest of sorts, and then he sighed. His hand loosened, but he didn’t quite let me go. “I can’t do anything about Yulia,” he said. “She’s not mine, and I don’t know enough about whatever contract she’s made with Nikolai that got her into the country.”

“But you still accepted her as a gift.”

“I set her up in one of the suites for the week. Her escort didn’t stay; he only came back when it was time to be picked up. Other than room service, no one went into that room.” For a moment, I felt relief, but then Lorenzo said, “I didn’t prevent anyone from going to her. Damian made it clear that she was here as a gift. It just worked out that no one took the offer.”

Again, my stomach twisted itself into knots. “Why did you have to tell me that part?”

“Because I don’t want you to misunderstand me,” he said gruffly. “I’m not some kind of hero here. That’s not the way things are.”

I gave him a flat look. “Believe me, I am under no delusion about that.” But I was glad that Yulia didn’t experience anything negative while in Lorenzo’s “care.” Even if he didn’t care what happened to her, I did. “I’m going inside now.”

Lorenzo’s expression was cool and calculating. “I think you need a reminder of the way things work,” he said. “I’ve indulged you for too long.”

Indulged me? “What?”

My question was cut off with an undignified yelp as Lorenzo swept me into his arms. My breath caught in my throat.Goddamn me, but I knew where this was going, and I tingled all over with anxiety and excitement.

But Lorenzo didn’t take me towards the house. Instead, he walked us over to a crop of trees. “What are you doing?” I asked, embarrassed by how breathy my words came out.

“You’ve spent days being mouthy. That’s not good girl behavior,dolcezza.”

I shivered. It had been a long while since we’d done something like this. The night at the tattoo parlor was relatively tame compared to some of the things that we’d gotten up to before. “But why aren’t we going inside?”

Once we were under the trees, Lorenzo put me down. “Get on your knees.”

I looked around us. I could still see the house clearly from where we were, which meant that they could still see me. “Absolutely not.”

He grabbed my chin between his fingers. His eyes seemed to pierce mine. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”

If I truly refused to do this, I could tell him. Lorenzo pushed, but he didn’t want to do anything that I didn’t. It was fun to see me squirm with embarrassment even as I got hot, but he would never truly humiliate me. I trusted him not to.

It felt like something clicked in my head then. I trusted him to keep me safe. To not push too far.

Filled with trepidation and the kind of nervous excitement that usually came with this kind of play, I lowered myself until my knees were resting in the grass. I looked up at him and swallowed hard. Lorenzo was staring down at me with a kind of cold detachment that made me tremble.

“Don’t speak until I ask you something directly,” he said, caressing my cheek with his fingers. “Yes or no,dolcezza?”

I bit the inside of my cheek for a moment, and despite my trepidation, I nodded. “Yes.”

“If that changes, you can tell me.” He unzipped his jeans and drew out his cock. He wrapped his long fingers around the shaft and pumped it until he was fully hard. “Put me in your mouth.”

With the house seeming to loom behind me, I grabbed onto his hips to steady myself and swallowed him down. Lorenzo groaned, and I felt his fingers tangle in my hair. I closed my eyes and put all my focus in the way his cock stretched my jaw, the heaviness of him pressed against my tongue, and the sounds that I could pull from his throat.

The more I tuned into what I was doing, the fuzzier my mind became, and the more I could forget that someone might be watching what we were doing.

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