Chapter 167: You Drive Me Fucking Insane, Little Tigress

SANCIA

“Let me go, asshole,” I spat, trying to wiggle out of his arms. I managed to get down, but his hand quickly clamped over mine.

“Just what the hell is your problem?”

He whirled on me, face hard as an icicle. “My problem? Sancia, I’m not the one putting myself in danger and going to the bar. Or the asshole trying to force you into going to the bathroom with me. I’m not the one who decided coming to a bar like this is a great idea.”

“What's wrong with a bar like this, huh? It wasn't the first time I'd been to a bar, and I was handling it just fine. This is also not the first time an asshole like him has underestimated me,” I replied. “I had already reached for my taser when you came.”

“Not the first time?” he growled. “ You mean to tell me that this happens occasionally? That you come here all the time?”

I blinked, huffing. “Of course not, what I mean is things like this happen to women all the time. It's not as safe for women as it is for you men, but that doesn't mean I'll stop living my life because of shit heads like them. I'm an adult, Lorenzo. I can fucking take care of myself.”

“Do you have any idea how worried I was when I went to the house and you weren't back?”

“I can't stop going to school because that fucking asshole is here,” I sneered, rage at Antonio almost blinding me.

“I’ve heard enough. Now get in the car.” I take a step back.

“I’m not going with you; I brought my own car,” I argue.

“Get in the car, Sancia, or so help me God, I’m going to fucking lose my shit.”

I swallowed as I glanced all around and realized we’re alone in the parking lot. This is the first time I've been alone with him since he cornered me after I came out of the shower in the gym.

And he hadn't been to the house yesterday.

I’m trying to keep my distance, not wanting to get dragged into his abyss. Like I told him, things need to change between us. I'm not the old Sancia I was three years ago. I'm not going to rush into bed with him only to get pulled back into a life where I have no say.

But it doesn’t look like I have much of a choice right now, as though he could sense my decision.

Diavolo, open the door for me. I glared at him for a couple of heartbeats before I reluctantly got in.

The car stopped inside a familiar-looking house. I glance around, frowning. I could have sworn I knew this place. But the one I know was near our mansion, not three identical buildings but a single building.

Lorenzo got out and walked around to my side before I could open the door.

“Come on, let's go inside.”

I stepped out, I swayed a bit, and Lorenzo quickly grabbed my hand, steadying me.

“Let me go.” I was drunk but not wasted. I can still walk by myself, but it's only now that I'm finally feeling the effects of all those drinks.

I take a couple of steps and stumble again; this time, Lorenzo didn't give me the chance. He swept me into his arms, my breath hitched, my hands grabbing him for purchase as he started inside the house.

“I said to let me go, asshole! I'm going…I'm going to…” My stomach roiled, and I couldn't stop the vomit; it was all over his neck and shoulder.

Lorenzo barely reacted; he didn’t stop anywhere, but inside the bathroom, he put me down. I quickly turned on the tap and rinsed my mouth.

“I need to brush,” I mumbled. Lorenzo handed me a toothbrush with a glop of toothpaste on it. I brushed my teeth until I felt the taste of vomit was completely gone.

Lorenzo turned on the shower, pushing me under it. Cold water sluices down on me, sobering me up instantly.

He quickly strips down my clothes and his, his face still looks hard, eyes dark as he washes me off, his movement quick and efficient, although I noticed he's hard as a rock, he didn't try to do anything.

But every slide, every grip and touch of his hands on my body sent heat through me until I felt my need pooling warm and slick between my legs.

“Go, grab a towel and dry yourself,” he ordered before he started scrubbing his body, washing himself as he'd done for me.

I guess he's still pissed with me. Instead of leaving, I stared at him.

My walls clenching around air, clit pulsing, and my nipples peaking into tiny points. My eyes lowered to his dick just as it twitched, hardening even more before my eyes.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Somehow Lorenzo's cock is even bigger than I remember, long, thick, veiny, and proud with a flared, flushed crown and a tiny slit that suddenly began to leak precum.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to fuck you. Hard.” He growled, eyes dark with hunger. “And I doubt that's what you want right now, so do as you're told, Sancia.”

The anger in his voice is still very much there; it's there in his eyes and his tight, carved body, but it's mixed with desire so raw it's alarming. He's physically thrumming with tension.

And because I'm just a magnet to danger, I didn't heed his warning. “Why are you so angry? Did something happen? This can't just be because I went to the bar, right?” I asked, and instantly I knew I should have left.

I took a step back, but it was too late, because Lorenzo didn't just prowl; he lunged at me like a predator who had been starving for a long time; he'd lost all patience!

I yelped as my back hit the shower glass stall. Then our lips collided as he kissed me hard. Like the man, his kiss wasn’t gentle.

It was raw hunger, insistent and full of feral need, when my lips parted for him; it turned frenzied.

And I was as lost to him as he was to me, our lips, tongues, and teeth dueling for dominance.

Lorenzo picks me up, our mouths still fused, and strides out of the bathroom. My ass hits the big desk before he pushes me back, and his mouth lands between my thighs.

I wrap my legs around his neck as his warm breath ghosts over my clit a split second before he buries his tongue in my wet pussy.

My back arched off the table as he ate me in earnest, my hand fisted his hair hard, twisting as bolts of pleasure ignited every nerve ending.

“Fuck, Sancia,” he swore when he plunged two fingers, and my walls squeezed around them tight. He wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks hard.

“Oh my god, Enzo? I'm going…”

My mouth parted with a silent scream, my eyes rolled back hard as my orgasm crashed into me, Lorenzo's grip tightened around my waist like he was afraid I’d run as he licked me through my orgasm, until I pushed him away, too sensitive.

He finally relented and stood up, dragging my hips to the edge, his hips wedged between my legs, his heavy cock dripping precum on my inner thigh while he was hovering over me.

“You drive me fucking insane, little tigress,” he murmured against my lips, his eyes still as intense as ever, before he took my mouth in a hot kiss.

Diavolo’s fingers slid into my hair; his hand cradled the back of my neck, deepening the kiss until the world outside the walls ceased to exist.

Until my hunger for him is renewed all over again. All that raw hunger was suddenly focused on me, turning to molten heat as he devoured my mouth like he'd been starving for me.

When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathless, panting, and that's when logic pierced through my lust.

Shaken as I was, my hand acted before my brain caught up with what I was doing, and I smacked him hard on his face.