Page 12 of Temptation
The man gives me a lazy smile. “My name is Lorenzo,” he says, as if knowing his name makes all the difference. “I see you need more time.”
“I don’t need more time; I need to get the fuck out of here.”
He ignores me and walks swiftly to the bedroom door.
“Hey,” I call. “You can’t just leave.” The thought of being locked up here on my own has me panicked.
The man turns at the door and gives me a final smoldering look.
“I’ll come back when you’re ready, coniglietto.”
He closes the door on the way out, leaving me wondering what I’m supposed to be ready for. Ready to give myself to him? Because I almost very nearly did.
I won’t touch you,Lorenzo said.
But my heated body craves his touch.
With the man gone, I lie back on the bed. But all I can think of is the way he looked at me, the desire in his eyes and what I nearly did for him.
What would have happened if I’d kept going? If I’d let him watch me the way he watched the trio in the cage last night?
Heat courses through my body, and my nipples are so hard it’s painful. My hands slide down my body, and I take one nipple in my fingertips while my other hand slides up my thigh. I’m clearly not thinking straight if I’m considering giving in to this man’s requests. My longing is clouding my judgement, and I need to relieve some pressure to clear my head.
But the only thing that’s running through my head as I touch myself is the wicked stranger, Lorenzo, and the wicked things I want him to do to me.
7
LORENZO
Irun down the hall and throw myself through the door to my office. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and my dick’s so hard it’s about to burst.
A few moments in the presence of Greta, and I’m about to lose control. My fingers fumble as I undo the zipper of my pants and pull my throbbing cock into my fist.
Her body in the white negligee, so innocent and so ripe for the taking, was almost too much to bear. She’s so close to giving me what I want that I almost got a look at that sweet flower she’s hiding under the negligee.
With my dick in my hand, I zoom in on the camera on her room. She’s lying back on the covers. One hand slides over her nipple, and the other travels down the curves of her body and between her legs. She slips her hand under the negligee.
I grip my dick at the base to stop from losing it. My coniglietto is turned on. That’s why she’s still here. If I didn’t think some part of her was intrigued by the cage, then I’d let her go.
But the way her hands move over her body tell me a different story. She is intrigued. She’s turned on. She’s giving me a show, and she doesn’t even know it.
Her hand disappears under the hem of the negligee, and I watch her face to see the moment when she touches her sensitive core. Her hips buck, and her lips part. Maddeningly, the hem of the negligee stays down, covering her sweet pussy.
“Fuck,” I grunt in frustration.
I want to get a peek of her shy pussy; I want to see what shade of pink her lips are and how swollen they become as I watch her.
But I’ll have to wait for that particular prize.
She tugs the top of the negligee down, revealing one perfect breast, and her fingers pinch at the nipple until it’s pink and swollen. She tugs at it while her hand moves between her legs and her teeth bite her bottom lip.
She’s the picture of destroyed innocence. The beauty in the white negligee doing dirty things to herself. She knows she shouldn’t be here, but she can’t resist. She gave in to temptation, and now she’ll pay the price.
The price is her innocence, and I’m ready to take it.
But it’s more than her innocence that makes Greta so compelling. I like the fire in her, the curiosity, the strength. I want to know all about her. I want to spend my life watching her come.
But right now, all I focus on is her face as it contorts in ecstasy. She writhes on the bed, and her mouth drops open in a silent moan. My dick lengthens, and when she comes I let myself go, spurting into my palm until it drips through my fingers and onto the plush carpet.
