Lorenzo uncuffed the buttons of his sleeves and rolled them. Cunning little bitch. His manager followed behind as Lorenzo took large steps not caring about the Middle-aged man’s struggle to keep up with his strides. His mind solely and exclusively focused on certain brunette. Fuck her and her pretended innocence. His jaw clenched tight. The workers around him bowed and made way for their boss. His powerful and domineering aura had people around him feel intimidated by his tall yet muscular physique, the frown that marred his brows, a slight twitch under his eyes and a stone-cold look in his eyes. His assistant was already standing near the door to his office with a conserved expression as he marched down the hallway. She opened the door. “Good morning,-“ she flinched as Lorenzo fidgeted with his wrist watched and unclasped it before throwing it towards her. Her eyes widened as she jumped unsteadily on her five-inch heels scutching them mid-air. Entering the office both his assistant
Burning sensations of tears in her eyes blurred her vision completely. Anger, rage, sadness and whatnot. She couldn’t describe it. It was suffocating. To the point, she didn’t want to go back to the dining hall and see the apathetic selfish face of her father and the delusional facade on Emilia’s face. She should’ve known it. How could she be so easily manipulated? Emilia was always someone who supported her, even when her father kicked her out, she was the only one who was good by her side throughout the time. They had a bond that couldn’t be just described with simple words. But now, everything was changed. How could she do this to her?! She wanted to yell, to scream her fury out. Her selfish desire to marry Lorenzo destroyed Aeval’s life. A feeling of bitterness crawled up her stomach making her dizzy and lightweight. Her steps stumbled as she grabbed the nearby pillar for support. Her breathing was harsh. She couldn’t breathe. When the angst slowly started pouring down, she miss
I was pacing around when Rina wheeled Enrique into the room. Our eyes met for a brief second before he let out a weary exhale. “I’ll manage from here. You can go, Rina.” Did my family leave? I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to. Fidgeting with my hands, I walked to stand behind him. Enrique let out another sigh. I could see the indecisive emotions swirling in his eyes—sympathy wafted enormously. He pitied me. I bit my lips to stop them from wobbling. How could I even think of betraying this man? He might not love me, but he sympathises with me. “How are you feeling?” He asked when I wheeled him to the bed. He was wearing semi-formals, I needed to help him change. “The dinner was quite…unexpected. You must be startled.” He added when I walked into the closet to retrieve his sleeping attire-a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Despite the upheaval in my heart and head, I couldn’t show him how I truly felt. If Father gets a word of it, he might–I shook my head–there was nothing to
As his fingers touched my clit, my face transitioned from the pale pink flush of sexual arousal to the reddish-burning shade of embarrassment.“Lorenzo-”SMACK!My rambling was halted abruptly when he gave me a swift smack on the backside. I became completely still as he embraced me tightly, pressed me against the wall, and passionately kissed me, transporting me back to the first ardent kiss I had shared with him.With determined passion, his lips met mine in a fierce embrace. Our kisses were an enchanting dance, teasing and exploring with tantalizing flicks of our tongues. His motions were both short and deep, stealing my very breath away. As desire coursed through me, his finger traced seductive circles on my breast, the silk adding to the heightened sensations. A sense of delicious anticipation washed over me, recognizing the inevitable regret that would follow tomorrow. He continued to caress my nipple, causing it to stand at attention, defying all odds. A sharp gasp escaped me a
Slapping against me from behind Lorenzo reached around and find my clit with his thumb. Alternating between small light circles and hard-pushing snaps he stimulated me inside and out as I lost all control and was nothing but clay in his hands. I felt my body tensing as the cliff of passion appeared before me. I was running up that cliff climbing higher and higher, feeling his strong cock lifting and pushing me, his hands teasing and twisting me, my pussy quivering on him I saw the edge of the cliff. My legs were tense against him. I tried to hold back but my whole body became rigged as the relentless motion pushed and prodded me. My mouth dropped open as my hands grip the sheets ready to jump off that cliff and then...I flew.My pleasure moaned filled the room as my muscles jerked and spasmed and my body gripped and convulses on his rock-hard cock. I let go of everything – my mind, my need, my self, my soul I was just a quivering mass of warm, wet delight. I collapsed on the bed as he
"Scream, cry, beg. The more you try to resist, the more tempting you become." **** Aeval lost everything to destiny. Her horrific past still haunts her even after years. A mistake made in intoxication now has make her nights sleepless and days restless. At the young age of 22, she is struggling to find her broken pieces in streets of New York even if it meant stealing to pass the night without empty stomach. Her life turned upside down when one night she broke one of her rules and slept with the most deadliest man she can ever encounter, unintentionally. Lorenzo Bianchi, has everything, from riches to women, from wealth to control. At the young age of twenty-seven, he has achieved what is described as nearly impossible for rest. He’s the kind of man who can put a bullet through your head before you could even take a breath. Looks of a God and eyes of the devil, he rules darkest alleys of hell. Mafia leader of one of the ruthless clan, he is on mission in New York when he meets a
Just like any other Saturday night, the club was loud and filled with deplorable people. The tight black spaghetti dress I wore managed to lure many but not the one I had my eyes on. The straps of the heel caged my ankles as I tapped my feet to the rhythm of the music. My hair cascaded down my back, as my hawk-like eyes scanned the area. “You ready, Bella?” I smirked. Hell, yeah! With the twist of my lips, I glanced to my right to find a stunning face that could make allure you into darkness. Her bleached hair was pulled back in a slicked into a high bun and the fake gold Channel earrings glimmered against her pale skin. “Meet me at back,” I said, voice slurring slightly. This was needed. I couldn’t do this sobered up. Serena took it as a signal before I watched her swaying her hips and sliding towards the dance floor, where our next target was. My eyes glimmered watching the way she seductively swayed her hips on the dance floor. Her head was thrown back and the curve of her fing
Laundry and relationships, they’re the same. The older they’re, the more filth they carry. Last night I reached home at two in the morning. Without wiping my makeup, I immediately rushed to bed as it was more inviting than the bathroom. And when in the morning I checked the bathroom, I realised my laundry was pending since last week. And unfortunately, I didn’t have anything clean to wear today except the dress I usually avoid. And now, I was cleaning my undergarments. It took me barely an hour or two to clean the mess and make my abode look like a decent place. My apartment was a one-bedroom and had a small kitchen with a decent living room. And my brain runs wild with a series of thoughts. Cause this seemed like the only thing I could do right now. The money I stole washed away the passing moment, living in an expensive city like New York felt more dangerous than lurking in a cage with a lion. It’s usually hard and draining. My phone beeped and I dried my hand with the towel b