Chapter 18 Stroking Himself
Evelyn’s POV
“I will do whatever you wish,” I whispered, shutting my eyes.
That was the last thing I expected myself to say, because I was far from surrendering to him.
He tilted his head and let out a horrific chuckle, grinning in a way that made my stomach twitch. His eyes drifted over my skin with deliberate intent, not like I was a person, but a possession he was already claiming.
“Then come here and sit on me. I want to feel my cock press inside that sweet, greedy clit. I want to feel every inch of you, stretch you wide until you are left with only my name on your lips.”
“What…..?” My lungs forgot how to work.
I had never done something like this before. I should be fighting him off. But why was my body saying something different now?
“Don’t make me say it twice.” His stern voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and before I knew it, I was already standing before him.
Lorenzo dragged me by the waist and forced me onto his lap. A faint gasp escaped me as his hardness pressed between my buttocks.
“You should be stroking me, not just sitting and staring like a mannequin,” he growled, his harsh breath hovering near my ear.
My throat dried up, heat surging down my skin from his closeness. “This is all I can do.” I murmured.
A flash of something dangerous played across his face, mixed with a punishing smile. “You are the only one that has ever made me lose control, and I hate to lose control, Eve.” His voice was guttural, barely more than a whisper.
“Now I want to see all of you,” he murmured against my skin.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t move. My gaze locked onto his, unblinking.
Lorenzo never asked for permission to touch me. He didn’t need to. I belonged to him now.
Before I could think straight, he yanked me onto the bed. The softness of the sheets barely registered, everything happened too fast.
I watched him as he stood straight, his gaze still fixed on me, seductive and tempting in a way that made my body tighten and burn all at once.
He didn't toy around, he went straight to business. In one practiced motion, Lorenzo unbuckled his belt, and my head followed him before I even realized it, waiting… anticipating, maybe, just to see what he was up to.
A wicked smirk curves across his lips. “Oh, my little human…..do you know what is about to happen right now?”
My head moved sideways, unsteady to even understand what I was meant to say. “No….”
He scoffed, stepping closer until he stopped at the foot of the bed where my legs were still draped. My elbows pressed into the mattress as I watched him, my heartbeat rising faster with every second.
He unzipped slowly and tugged down his pants along with his brief. His cock sprang out pointing directly to me.
“OMG.” My eyes widened.
It wasn’t like I was seeing it for the first time, but this time felt different. He was thick, hard, veins straining against him with need.
His hands wrapped around his cock, grinning mischievously. “You like what you see…..?”
I didn’t even realize my mouth had been hanging open until I felt his presence closing in, every inch of space swallowed by his closeness.
He reached out for me and dragged me down to the edge of the bed with so much ease, stealing a faint gasp from me.
“Lorenzo….”
He smoothened my thigh, his eyes burning into me, daring me to move, to resist, to breathe.
Before I could process it, he already lifted my dress, his fingers tugging away my panties and just like that I was equally naked as him.
Shame coiled inside me, searching for a possible way to hide from him.
“Oh, little buddy.” He whispered. “We are both naked now so you don’t have to be shy.”
“You said you won’t force me.” I whispered.
He rested a hand on his waist. “Using my words against me now, huh?”
I gave a quick nod. “No, no, no…”
I shut my eyes, my breath ragged, and in the next seconds I felt it. When I opened them, I found Lorenzo too close, his hands stroking his cock. Once. Twice.
He leaned over, his breath mingling with mine. “I know you want this too, don’t you?”
I nearly rolled my eyes, of course I do. But I was never ready to show him that.
He didn’t wait for my reply. His hands moved across my clit, forcing me to remember every reason I should have hated him, and every reason I couldn’t.
The next few minutes, I felt his length pressing into my core. To my greatest surprise, I didn’t feel like pushing him away anymore. It felt like I needed this more than he did.
He brushed the tip at my surface and I jerked, my ass spreading wider.
His red eyes darkened, his lips curling into an evil smirk. “Oh, my little human…. Look at how your body just responds to me immediately .” He rose slightly and returned in again, not deep just enough to make me beg.
A soft moan slipped through me as I dug my fingers into his skin, struggling to breathe. “Lo… Renzo…”
“You keep fighting this… but deep down, you want every inch of my stroke,” he murmured, thrusting again. “You want to be punished in the filthiest way.”
I tilted my head back, my eyes half-lidded. I wanted to say something, maybe stop him before this went too far, but my body betrayed me.
“Fuck, Eve,” he growled. “Look at how tight and wet you are…..your sweet little hole wants to feel daddy inside it.”
He pushed in again, slower, hungrier, his cock teasing my entrance without going inside was just a punishment I never knew existed. “Just admit it, Eve. Admit that I’m the only man who could ever give you this flavor. No other man deserves to make you feel this way.”
At that moment, I couldn’t control it anymore. My knees were weakening, and I could feel that sweet pain pulsing at my core. “Yes… only you… Enzo…” I whimpered.
Just mentioning his name awakened something raw in him.
He made a dipper thrust, almost about to hit my walls. His hands brushed my thighs, stretching me wide. My pulse raced faster, every breath I took felt borrowed.
Then I felt something different. I had never experienced this before, it was as if my body had been placed on a vibrator. I trembled so intensely that my body jerked with every tiny thrust accompanied by a sharp pain. A strand of tears slipped from the corner of my eye. I wanted him to stop at that moment, but my body begged for more.
Lorenzo caught it. He saw how I was battling with myself and stopped instantly. A flash of confusion masked his face.
I clutched his thighs, trying to steady my breath. “Why….. Why did you stop?” I found myself asking.
“Wait…is it your first time?” he questioned.
My gaze flickered through the air, shy and uncertain. “Does it matter?”
His jaw clenched. “Evelyn, don’t play games with me. Answer the goddamn question.”
I lowered my head. “Yes…..”
“Fuck!” He shoved me away like some unseen force had jolted through him.
“You’re a virgin?”
I couldn’t even find words. This was what I wanted, to be free from his possessiveness, but just these few minutes without his hands on me sent a cold shiver down my skin.
God, I want to feel him deep inside me more than anything. “That shouldn’t be a problem. You said you wanted to punish me, so I guess taking my virginity should be part of the punishment.”
Lies from the pit of hell.
At this moment, there was no way having him inside me could be a punishment.
He squirmed with something that looked like regret. “No. I can’t do this to you. I might be everything, but I’m not a monster.”
My mouth parted to convince him, but he stopped me. “Just freshen up and go to bed.” He spoke with finality, giving me no room for argument.
After I got ready for sleep, the room felt darker and colder. Only Lorenzo’s rough breathing filled the air. He was focused on his phone, and as soon as he noticed me, he stood and walked to the bathroom without a glance in my direction.
That made me feel worse. I never thought a time would come when I wanted him to talk to me, control me, just like he always did.
I slipped under the duvet, shut my eyes, begging for sleep to come, until I heard it.
Lorenzo’s groan.
I thought I was dreaming, but it was real.
“Fuck, Eve… yes….. just like that. Harder…” His voice came louder. “Oh, my filthy bitch… give it to daddy. Stroke me faster.”
And God, the way his voice made me feel…I couldn’t explain it.
Hearing him wasn’t enough. I had to see him.
I slipped out of the bed and moved closer.
Through the frosted bathroom glass, I could make out his figure from the room. Blurred, but undeniably him.
He was stroking himself. His toes barely touched the floor, his forehead pressed against the glass as he kept calling my name.
“Evelyn… yes… oh… don’t stop, please…”
I swallowed, my gaze fixed on the strong shadow jerking up and down.
I wanted that too. I wanted to know how it feels to be touched by my own hand, and without delay, I pushed up my nightdress and slid a finger down my core.
The feeling sent me straight to heaven. I had never believed I could do this, derive pleasure from my own hands. It was the best feeling ever, but what beat that was Lorenzo’s touch. I wanted his fingers.
Lorenzo’s pace grew faster, and I followed his lead. “Oh, my Eve….”
My eyes shut close as I threw my head back, stroking myself faster, harder, my teeth sinking into my lip to suppress a cry.
My movements turned desperate. Each motion sent deeper tremors through me. Heat coiled low, tightening with an intensity I could no longer control. A soft moan slipped out.
“En… zo… yes… fuck me…”
Before I could process it, he stopped abruptly. His shadow turned in my direction.
My breath froze in my throat.
“Come here,” he ordered from the bathroom, low and husky.