Page 20 of Unrelenting
“It’s an effective way to get what I want.”
“Jesus, Lorenzo!” His admission startles me.
“But enough about my recreational pursuits,” he says with a grin. “Tell me how you like to spend your vacations.”
“Well, torturing people isn’t high on my list, but I enjoy museums and galleries. I love to try different cafes and restaurants, of course. Oh, and I have a thing for churches.”
“You’re religious?” Lorenzo asks.
“Not at all. I like architecture, and it’s always peaceful in a church, isn’t it?”
“I guess.” Lorenzo polishes off an almond croissant in two bites. “Have you ever been to Portugal?”
“No.”
“You should let me take you. Lots of amazing architecture. Oporto is stunning, and you’d love Lisbon. Plenty of churches to visit.”
I shake my head. It’s too soon to talk about taking a vacation together. I was with Adriano for almost two years before we went to Prague for a weekend break.
That was before I inherited the restaurant, of course.
“You need a vacation, Lucia.” Lorenzo’s expression is implacable. “You’re working too hard.”
The weight of his disapproval is hard to bear. I know he’s right, but I don’t like that he’s pushing this.
“You need to back off, Lorenzo. This is not your business.”
He moves around the counter with startling speed to grab my arms and turn me on my seat to face him.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Lucia. Everything about you is my business.”
Extricating myself from his grip, I jump down from the stool and try to walk away. Lorenzo blocks my path.
“Come on, Lucia, I don’t want to fight. I’m concerned about you, that’s all.”
“You needn’t be. I’m a big girl. Trust me to know my limits.”
Lorenzo stares down at me for several long seconds. Then he lets out a long exhale.
“You’re right. I’ll not push it.”
I can tell it’s a major concession on his part, that he really wanted to lay down the law. That he didn’t act like an asshole shouldn’t be enough reason to reward him, but I push up onto my tiptoes and kiss him anyway.
Being the man he is, Lorenzo allows me control for all of two seconds before he puts a hand at the small of my back and pulls me closer as he deepens the kiss.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he picks me up by the waist and deposits me on the kitchen island.
He steps back, and I lift my hips to help him drag my shorts down. He tosses them carelessly aside as he unfastens his pants and lets loose his enormous cock.
Running a finger along my slit, he finds I’m already drenched. It doesn’t take much for this man to spike my arousal. One smoldering glance is enough for me to soak my panties.
“Hold on to my shoulders,” he instructs as he positions his cock, then thrusts inside me.
I sink my nails into the soft leather of his jacket as he drives in deep. The fullness almost overwhelms me.
Lorenzo pulls my t-shirt off over my head, and I moan as he teases my left nipple into a tight peak with a flick of his tongue before turning his attention to the right one.
“You like that, don’t you?” he taunts.
