Chapter 156: Oh, You Little Freak

SANCIA

It's him!

Lorenzo!

He's alive; he didn't die. He's alive and healthy, and he's here with me. Dario hadn't lost his father…..

"That's enough stalling,” he growled. “I've shown you proof, you're going to answer my questions now.”

“Lorenzo,” I started.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. “No more distraction, you don’t talk unless you're answering all my questions, capito?”

I nodded, confused. He’s definitely Lorenzo….But he's forgotten about me and our past together. Pain sliced through my insides at that realization.

It's unfair that he's forgotten every memory of our past, while I'm fucking drowning in it. Instantly, I pulled myself together because I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to let Dario grow up with that kind of burden and trauma in his life. The trauma of knowing your father killed your mother.

I'm already suffering from something similar; my child can not go through that. And Lorenzo? He would hate himself if he unknowingly killed me, because he lost his memories. I’m going to have to think of a way to survive this. I have to convince him to let me go.

“Start fucking talking,” he growled. He pointedly dragged the tip of the blade from the crook of my neck, down my collarbone, a bit deep but not enough to hurt.

My reaction was instantaneous, but it was the total opposite of whatever he expected, because instead of fear, I felt...arousal.

The blend of cold metal digging into my heated flesh, the exhilarating fear and danger of being cut, and the weight of his presence, those intense eyes watching as he hovers over me

A sense of deja vu instantly hit me straight in the gut, and like the freak I am, goosebumps spread over my flesh, my nipples beaded, and my breath instantly turned shallow; it was as though a switch had been flipped inside me.

He and I, the feel of his tongue on my skin, the cold bite of a knife against my body, the hilt of his dagger in my core, the undeniable pleasure of it all, the memories flooded me until I felt like I was drowning in them.

It wasn’t the same blade, but it invoked the same feeling inside me as the other times he used his knives on me.

For a few heartbeats, Lorenzo just stared at me, his eyes filled with wonder. “Oh, you little freak,” he drawled, his tone amazed, “You like this, don’t you?”

To emphasize, he dragged the tip of the blade from my collarbone, down and down between my cleavage, his eyes never leaving mine.

He twirled the sharp end right between my heaving breasts, just enough pressure that it hurts, and at the same moment, sent liquid warmth flowing between my thighs.

“Amazing,” he murmured, nose flaring. “You’re fucking turned on right now, aren’t you?”

I swallowed, trembling. I twisted my hands, hoping the pain slicing through me when the plastic bit into my skin would douse out the new kindling of arousal curling in my lower belly; instead, it flamed higher.

There’s no denying it, but I’m not the only one feeling this instant lust. Lorenzo’s eyes were dark with that look he gets whenever he’s looking at me, utterly naked.

Something small and black caught the corner of my eye, a gun, his gun. It might have fallen when we were struggling earlier. Suddenly, an idea began to form in my mind.

“Answer me,” he growled, but his voice didn’t hold the same heat it did earlier.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“I can’t help that you found my weakness or that I’m wet for you,” I breathed,

Despite the blatant need on his face, his eyes narrowed, and before I knew it, he was in my face, his fingers wrapped around my neck.

“What the hell are you playing at?” he gritted, his nose brushing mine, our lips almost touching, sharing the same breath as me.

“I’m not playing at anything; you think I want this?” I whispered, “Getting wet for my would-be murderer?”

He gritted his teeth, nostril flared, “If you say that word one more time, I’m…”

“Wet?” his fingers tightened around my neck, but I kept going, “I am wet for you, Lorenzo.” I let out a short, breathy laugh. “You don’t believe me? Go ahead and check; I’m fucking dripping for you.”

“You’re one sick bitch,” he said, voice hoarse and low.

I arched into him, my lip brushing his slight, “I am, but you like it.” He didn’t deny it.

“Untie me,” I whispered. “You don’t have to kill me, Enzo. I know you don't want to.” I rub my nose against his, then lick his pursed lips. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t pull back. My shoulders and wrists strained, shooting pain into me, but I couldn’t look away.

“You can keep me for yourself, fuck me whenever, wherever, and for however long you want.” He arched that dark brow, his eyes narrowed with that calculating look I remember.

The worst thing about this whole idea of mine is I’m not even faking being aroused; despite everything going on, every inch of my dumb body is literally vibrating for him. And that is what a good mindfuck does to you.

“You can even punish me,” I breathe. I kiss him, just a light brush of my lips, and I swear a vein in his neck pulses as he swallows.

“Oh, I am going to punish you,” he growled, flashing me a dark grin’

I bite my lip. “That’s so hot, I can’t wait until you spank me, just thinking about it is making me drip.”

“I have to see this for myself,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming.

I suddenly grimace, looking up at my bleeding wrists. He followed my gaze and instantly sat up. “Can you at least untie me first? I’m hurt and uncomfortable right now.”

“I will untie you, but if you try any shit, I'm knocking you the fuck out,” he warned.

I nodded, “I won’t do anything, I promise.”

Lies!

Using the switchblade, he swiftly cut through the zip ties, freeing both my hands, and I felt the weight of the world on them. They slump, and I hug my hands, rubbing blood back into them. Lorenzo stared at the way the zip ties abraded my skin, and something flickered in them.

“Feet, please,” I pleaded, and surprisingly, he moved towards my feet. A few seconds later, my feet were finally free, too.

My eyes widened when I realized the gun was right there in front of him. What if he takes it back? My only way of getting the upper hand will be gone. Without thinking, I flip the lower half of my sleeping dress up, fall back on the bed, and spread my thighs.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lorenzo growled, shocked, although his eyes couldn’t look away from the goods.

“Proving to you that I wasn’t lying,” I muttered, rubbing my thighs together, my eyes trapped under his. “I want you, Ezo, I’m literally soaking through my panties for you.”

He shook his head. “Pull down your dress, Elena. Luca doesn’t deserve this shit; just answer my fucking questions. Why did you shoot me? Who are you working for?” he growled, anger and frustration suddenly replacing the heat from earlier.

And just like that, my own anger surged, grief, anger, and hate combined in a deadly mix of pain, which I never had the chance to deal with. It took control to force back all these emotions; this man killed my family for revenge, and he’s here again for some perceived notion that I owe him because I shot him.

His words about Luca suddenly explain a couple of the questions I’ve had in my head since he attacked me. He thought I was Luca’s. He also probably thinks Luca betrayed him. Explained why he asked me those questions.

And it’s obvious we’re back to the interrogation part, I see, refusing to let him see my frustration. I got up and crawled towards him on my knees. I yanked him close and wrapped my hands around his neck. I just needed to distract him a bit, and the gun will be in my hand.

“You think Luca and I are sleeping together?” I push myself into him until we are both chest to chest, my mouth at his ear. “We’re not, because I’m married to his capo.”

I moved back, just as his face twisted with the question, “What?”

I dove for the gun the same moment he realized what I was doing, and he lunged towards me. Still, it was too late, the gun was in my hand. I quickly jumped off the bed, and he was right on my heels.

The moment I raised the gun towards him, he slapped it out of my grip. I yelled with pure rage, going after the gun, which was now under the dresser.

Lorenzo dragged me back on my hands and knees. “Let me go, you bastard!”

“Shut the hell up before I blow your brains out,” he growled, flipping me on my back before he straddled me, much like before.

I went completely wild as he tried to restrain me, slapping him full force, raking my nails on his face and neck. He quickly grabbed my hands, holding them up above my head.

“That’s enough, stop this shit,” he hissed, wrapping his hand around my neck, “or I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Go ahead, Lorenzo. I’m not fucking scared of death.”

“What about your son?” he snarled, his eyes wild; a thin line of blood trailed down his face. Scratch marks. “I could take my revenge on myself, how about that?”

This situation was so ridiculous that laughter bubbled inside me, the kind of laughter that’s born of pain, not mirth.

“You’re a fucking crazy woman. you're fucking insane,” he said, dark brows knitted together.

“Ditto fucker,” I replied, finally quieting down.

“You want revenge from me?” I muttered, my voice cold with rage. “You have no right to want revenge from me, Lorenzo! You killed my papa, my uncle, and cousin, and almost half the people in my famiglia, and you think you deserve revenge, you fucking monster?!”

“What the fuck….!”

My bedroom door burst open, light from the hallway spilling into the room. Giulia stood at the threshold with a gun in her hand.

“Get the fuck off my Signora,” she shouts. Lorenzo looked up straight into Giulia’s eyes, and shock registered instantly on both their faces.

“Signore?”

“Giulia?”