Page 166 of I'm sorry, Princess
Tears stream freely now, hot and unrelenting. “You cut me off. You abandoned me. You never once checked if I was okay, not a call, not a text! I needed you, Lorenzo. I needed you when I thought I wouldn’t survive the night. And you left me to bleed out alone.”
His hand trembles against my cheek. “I had men outside your hospital room,” he whispers. “I knew you were alive. I knew you were safe.”
“I wasn’t safe!” I scream. “I was drowning!”
His jaw tightens, his eyes reddening with fury and pain. “You betrayed me, Serena. You ruined everything.” His chest heaves, his voice shatters into rage. “Why did you have to fucking ruin me?”
Another sob claws its way out of my throat. “You’re never going to believe me, are you?” I whisper. “If you don’t want me… if you hate me so much… why do you keep coming back?”
He rakes a hand through his wet hair, every muscle in his body taut like a bow ready to snap. His eyes cut through me, violent and raw.
“Because you’re in my fucking soul.” His voice is thunder, a confession and a curse.
“Then cut me out of you!” I scream back, broken. My tears taste like blood in my mouth.
His roar rips the air apart:
“I FUCKING CAN’T!”
He slams his forehead against mine, his breath ragged, his eyes blazing into me.
“I fucking can’t, baby,” he growls, and then his mouth crashes into mine.
The kiss is brutal, desperate, furious, dripping with hate and hunger all at once. His teeth bite into my lip, his tongue invades me, ruthless and consuming, claiming every part of me like he has the right. I try to push him back, but he only drags me closer, deepening the kiss until I’m lost. Until I forget how to breathe. Until I surrender, because fighting him feels impossible.
His hands grip my ass hard, lifting me effortlessly, and the towel around his hips falls uselessly to the floor. Hisbody presses into mine, burning, heavy, solid. One hand slides to the back of my neck, keeping me trapped, while the other roams lower, and my nipples harden painfully against his chest.
“I missed you,” he breathes into my mouth between kisses, and my heart betrays me, melting, breaking, aching all at once. How much I love him. How much I hate him.
I part my lips for him, giving him more access even though I know this kiss is poison, that it will ruin me later. He grinds against me, and I feel him, thick, hard, pressed against the heat between my legs. My clit throbs just from the friction, my body betraying me faster than my mind can scream stop.
In one movement, he lays me down on the bed. His towel is gone. He’s naked. All of him, every carved muscle, every scar, every inch of him that’s haunted me since the day he cut me off. My throat tightens. God, he’s gorgeous. Too gorgeous.
“Wait—” I try, but he silences me with another punishing kiss. His body cages me in, his weight heavy between my thighs. His lips trail down my throat, hot and hungry, marking me like I belong to him. I tilt my head, giving him better access, hating myself for the way my body betrays me, for how my pulse races just from his touch.
He mouths at my shoulder, then tears at my silk blouse, ripping it open with no patience for buttons. Cold air hits my skin, followed by his mouth, his tongue flicking, his teeth scraping. He yanks down my bra until my breasts spill free, and then his mouth is on me.
“Oh—” my eyes roll back when he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, claiming. His hand kneads the other breast hard, greedy, and I’m gasping, breathless, undone.
“Lorenzo—” I try to protest, but it comes out like a plea.
“Yeah, baby?” he rasps, his mouth still latched onto me, his hand twisting and pulling, dragging sounds from my throat I can’t control.
“We… we can’t do this,” I manage, breathless.
His head lifts. Blue eyes lock into mine, dark and wild, and before I can say another word, he crushes his mouth back to mine. His hand slides down, slipping beneath the edge of my panties. The moment his fingers circle my clit, a moan rips from my throat, my body arching up into him like it belongs there.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls against my lips. “Don’t tell me we can’t do this when your pussy is begging for me.” His thumb circles harder, faster, pulling broken sounds from me I can’t bite back.
“Please…” I whisper, though I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or begging him for more.
“I’ll fuck you nice and slow,” he promises, his voice deep and raw, dripping with darkness. “I’ll ruin you all over again, but I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
My back arches as he moves, lining himself up at my entrance. I feel the heavy length of him sliding against me, teasing, rubbing against my clit until I’m shaking, desperate, throbbing.
“I need more,” I gasp, my voice breaking.
His lips curve into a dark smirk, his blue eyes gleaming. “Don’t worry, princess,” he murmurs, his cock pressing harder against me. “I’ll give you everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.”
