Page 10 of Unrelenting
As another orgasm grips me, Lorenzo pulls out of my body. He wraps his fist around his cock and pumps up and down three times.
Throwing his head back with a groan, he splatters his seed across my belly. As I lie there, trembling in the aftermath of my climax, he rubs it into my skin, marking me as his in the most basic way possible.
I don’t really expect him to cuddle afterward, but I’m shocked when Lorenzo immediately starts to get dressed.
Sitting up, my legs dangling over the edge of the table, I watch as he buttons his shirt and tucks it into the pants he’s already put on.
I feel a little cold, empty and when he doesn’t speak, I wonder if his declarations that I’m his were all bullshit.
He crosses the room and snatches my clothes off the floor. He brings them to me and drops them in my lap.
“Get dressed. I’ll take you home.”
I don’t bother telling him I usually change out of my work uniform before leaving the restaurant.
“You don’t need to do that.” I jump off the table and put on my underwear. “It’s only a five-minute walk.”
He already knows that because he sent flowers to my home address.
“It’s after midnight, Lucia, and these streets aren’t safe for a woman on her own.”
“It’s fine, really. I do it every other night.”
For the four years I’ve run the restaurant, I’ve walked home every night after closing, and I’ve only occasionally felt any anxiety about it.
Even at this late hour, there are usually tourists milling about the Ponte Vecchio when I cross the world-famous bridge to reach my apartment.
There are also plenty of other restaurants and bars still open, so there are always people around.
Lorenzo scowls. “That shit ends now, Lucia. You are not taking your life in your hands like that, and while we’re on the subject, you should not be locking this place up alone. I’ll assign someone to watch over you when I’m not around.”
“A bodyguard?” I can’t believe that’s what he means, but Lorenzo nods. “That’s totally unnecessary.”
“I disagree.”
“Disagree all you want, Lorenzo, but it’s not happening. I am not going to allow…oh!”
My argument dies as he grabs my shoulders, spins me around and bends me over the table. He delivers three sharp smacks to my ass. It stings.
“Lorenzo!” I protest.
“Don’t complain,” he growls as if I have no right to kick up a fuss over being treated this way. “Now, tell me, are you going to be a good girl and accept the protection I’m offering you?”
The only answer he wants to hear is yes, but I can’t give him my assent. The very idea of him putting some watchdog on me is as absurd as it is alarming.
I turn my head to meet his implacable gaze. Though I know whatever I’m going to say will fall on deaf ears, I’m not prepared to remain silent while he dictates how my life will be.
“Lorenzo, you’re being ridiculous.”
He draws back his arm and swats my butt again. I hiss in pain and wiggle my hips trying to make the ache go away.
It’s hard to wrap my head around, but, as much as this spanking hurts, I kind of like it.
I don’t know whether it’s Lorenzo’s dominance or the bite of pain, but I am becoming seriously aroused.
“What did you call me?” he demands.
“I didn’t call you anything.”
