Chapter 27 Taste Yourself
Lorenzo’s POV
Evelyn slammed the car door the instant we pulled into the driveway. The sound cut through the quiet night like a gunshot. For a second, I stayed still, not moving, pulse still uneven from everything that had happened at the mall.
I had acted out of line, and I knew it. But how could I have stood there and watched that bastard touch what was mine?
The moment I saw him leaving the bar behind the coffee shop, staggering like a drunkard before entering the mall, I sensed it. He surveyed the entire hall and then decided to go for what was mine. Evelyn didn’t see it, but I did.
At first, I thought he was trying to make some inquiries from her, not until I saw him all over her, touching her.
For once, I tried to convince myself that it didn’t matter who she was talking to. As long as she was still under my roof, I had no reason to care. I tried to lie to myself that I wouldn’t get angry, but the closer he moved to her, the more jealousy burned through me.
“God,” I muttered under my breath, pushing back strands of hair from my face.
I watched Evelyn’s figure from the car seat as she stormed toward the house, shoulders stiff, hair spilling down her back in restless waves. I’d seen her angry before, but not like this.
The soft chime of the elevator echoed as the doors slid open. The AC hit my skin, cooling what little fire still burned inside me. I had one thing in mind, to go see Evelyn.
I knew I wasn’t going to apologize, but part of me still needed to see her.
When I entered, she was already in the room, pacing. The tension in her movements was sharp enough to cut through the silence.
“Are you done?” she snapped the moment I stepped in.
I closed the door behind me, calm on the surface. “Done with what?”
“With what you did today,” she shot back. “You nearly killed a man, Lorenzo. In public. In front of everyone.”
I leaned against the door, folding my arms. “You should have warned him.”
Her laugh was sharp, humorless. “He only talked to me. He didn’t touch me.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Eve,” I said flatly. “I saw him touch your trolley.”
“So that’s your excuse?” she asked, eyes blazing. “To lose control like that? To scare everyone? You think violence solves everything?”
“I don’t think,” I said quietly, stepping closer. “I know it does.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t step back. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I warned you,” I murmured.
“Warned me?” She scoffed. “You warned me that you’d turn every place we go into chaos? That I can’t talk to anyone without you turning into…..”
“Say it,” I challenged softly, taking another step.
Her lips parted, eyes flashing. “A monster….”
The word hit sharper than I’d imagined.
I stood there for a heartbeat, then took the last few steps until I was close enough to feel her breath. “You think I’m a monster because I defended you?”
“Because you didn’t need to,” she said, voice low but firm. “I can handle myself. You don’t own me, Lorenzo.”
“Don’t dare say that again, Eve.” I pressed closer, my breath hovering between us. “The moment you signed that document….. I do.”
“And let this be the last time you use that statement on me, because I’m never going to let you go until I wish to do so.”
“For how long, Lorenzo?” she asked, weariness filling her voice. “For how long are you going to keep me here, tormenting and making my life miserable?”
I moved closer, my voice quiet but edged. “As long as I want.”
She didn’t blink or say another word. We stood there staring at each other, her heartbeat pounding relentlessly, like it was trying to burst out on its own.
“I regret ever crossing your path again,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
That made something dark twist in my chest, not anger this time, but something rawer, deeper. “We’ll see about that.”
My hand slipped around her waist, drawing her closer until her body brushed against mine with a soft thud. Her breath hitched, fast, unsteady. Our eyes locked, neither of us willing to look away.
Hell.
Those eyes again.
The same eyes that promised to undo me anytime I dared to look too long. They held mine, defiant, unblinking, and far too powerful.
And then her lips…. they trembled, half parted, like she was struggling to form a word.
Finally, I said, “You don’t get to talk back to me.”
Her pulse flickered visibly at her throat, but she didn’t back down. “What? Are you going to turn this all about you?”
I let out a low breath. “If that’s how you see it, then yes.”
She turned away, running a hand through her hair, trying to steady her breathing. “You are insane.”
I almost smiled, pressing my frame closer to hers. “Maybe you’re to blame.”
Her lips pressed together, holding back words, maybe anger, maybe something else. But I ignored it.
I trailed my finger along her shoulder, sliding down the strap of her dress.
Her eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”
My lips curled into a snarl. “Making use of my property.”
She furrowed her brow. “Property…..?”
I didn’t let her finish her sentence. My hand moved before I could think, tugging her closer until the air between us cracked with heat. She gasped, her breath catching, the sound too soft and too dangerous. The sight of her, defiant yet trembling ignited something fierce in me, something I’d spent too long trying to bury.
She whispered my name in a shaky breath. “Lorenzo…..”
A rumbled growl slipped past my throat. “Shhhh.” I shunned her.
In one swift motion I ripped off the dress covering her chest, letting it hang on her waist. The sight of her hardened nipple twisted a long forgotten part of me.
“Fuck.” The word slipped out in a breathless gasp as her head tilted sideways, eyes fluttering half-open.
I wanted to stop. I wanted to walk away, to scold myself until I remembered why she was here in the first place. But having her this close, feeling her pulse race against my chest, made it impossible.
This wasn’t about punishment anymore. It was something darker, something primal, feeding my flesh. And hell, I hated that she could command this much control over me.
I groaned, the sound torn from somewhere deep inside me. My thoughts scattered, reason slipping away as I lifted her from the ground, forgetting every wall I had built.
She didn’t resist, it was as if she’d been waiting for this moment all along. I guided her gently toward the bed. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in a nervous rhythm that matched the pounding of my own heart.
My eyes traced the delicate curve of her body. “Fuck, Eve.” I murmured. “I want to taste you more than anything.”
She swallowed hard, nodding without words forming.
I didn’t care to make her.
I slipped a finger down her thighs without any delay. I shifted her panties, sliding inside her.
My fingers circled her length, savoring every liquid that attempted to drip off.
I finally brought it out, spread my fingers, watching the fluid draw apart made my skin tingle, like I’d just touched something forbidden. Yet I couldn’t stop myself.
Eve’s eyes followed every move I made. My smile deepened, darker, as I pressed my fingers into her mouth.
“Here….taste yourself.”
Her eyes widened, half confused. I watched her breath hitch, her body caught somewhere between hesitation and surrender, before gently lowering her head and taking my fingers into her mouth.
She licked it with that slow, greedy hunger of someone tasting their favorite ice cream for the first time.
Sanctification swayed within me before I went for her core again. I thrusted inside, this time deeper.
My chest throbbed with an ache. “Oh, my little bunny.” I talked to her neck. “You are already dripping wet when I haven’t touched you?”
“God, Lorenzo…..” she breathed. “You caused it.”
My Cock twitched, straining against my pants. I know it was already hard, but hearing her say those words. ‘You caused it’, knowing that I’m the reason for her wetness made me stone. Like I couldn’t handle it anymore.