Chapter 3 A Touch That Stole His Power
Lorenzo’s POV
I watched as she began to melt beneath the strength of my hold, and that alone triggered something I had not felt in many years.
How could she so easily have done that?
It’s been years of me visiting one hospital after another, from spiritual healers to herbalists, yet none of them was able to find a solution to my sudden inability to perform like every other man.
And just today, when I walked in here, the solution to my only problem was served on a platter of gold.
When Gideon had suggested that I visit here to try again, I dismissed the idea, believing there was no remedy to my problem anymore.
But after a second thought, I gave in.
I brushed my thumb on Evelyn’s skin. “Look at me,” I ordered.
She lifted her chin, and then I saw her eyes again. Fuck, she looked like an angel who had fallen on earth by mistake.
Like she didn’t even belong here.
Her sky-blue eyes locked onto mine, melting every barrier I had built. And then her soft tempting lips trembled in what I believed was fear. Her brown hair neatly packed into a messy bun.
The first time I stepped into this room, I felt the spark, like some hidden part of me recognized her… as the only one who could save me.
What I don’t understand is why I’m so drawn to her, as though fate itself is trying to reveal a truth I can never bring myself to admit?
She’s human.
Could I be falling for her?
Oh no. That can never be possible.
If there should be anyone I should be having this type of feelings for it should be one person.
My Delilah.
Then I lifted her up by her shoulders, and this time we were standing unusually close. I had never felt this for any human.
Why does my heart beat fast just from looking at her?
What on earth had she done to me?
My eyes drifted from her lips and then dropped on her perfectly rounded breasts.
Too perfect to be real. “What are you?” I questioned, not even knowing the meaning of my own question.
She squinted her eyes, her brows drew together. “What do you mean?”
“What did you do to me?!” My voice came out sharper than I intended.
She fought to steady her breath, wrapping her hands around herself. “Nothing…”
My eyes darkened. “Then I need you to repeat the same thing you did to me minutes ago. I want to feel what I just felt when your hands were holding my cock.”
She stood still, pressing her hands to her sides. Her face was innocent, her eyes wide, too terrified to say no even when her body wanted to.
“Don’t make me force you,” The words slipped from me in a low, hushed voice, laced with dread.
Her body jolted at my tone, but I saw it in her eyes. She was fighting the urge not to break. Like there was a storm she was trying to hold back.
I growled long enough to put fear in her and she reacted, tilting her head in submission. “I… I’ll do whatever you want.” She trembled.
“Good.”
Just what I wanted. “Now strip for me,” I commanded.
Her breath hitched, eyes flying wide open. “I…I can’t do that.”
“Oh no, little human…I’m not begging you. I’m commanding, and you must do every single thing I tell you here, or else you will be joining the lady I just sent to hell right now.”
She turned to me immediately, shaking her head in disbelief. “Is that all you can do? Kill people as if they are some kind of animal?”
A dark chuckle slipped past my chest. “I could do more than that, sweetheart.” My breath hovered around her face. “I don’t just kill, I send them straight to hell without any judgement from their maker.”
Her throat throbbed. I could see how much she wanted to speak but resisted.
“Now get to work!” I barked.
She swallowed hard, the sound too loud in the silence.
Then gradually she began to unbutton the white dress she was wearing, one after another, her eyes locked with mine, unblinking.
I slowly went back to the sofa I had been sitting on and made myself comfortable there while I drank her in with my gaze.
Every instinct to pull her and bend her over while I fucked the hell out of her until she stopped acting stubborn played in my head.
I watched her drop the gown to the floor. She was now standing in just a matching white lingerie.
And to my greatest surprise, I felt my cock harden, the strangest experience I’ve had in so many years.
It's been centuries and no woman have ever made me feel this way after Delilah.
The women I have once slept with in the past was just for the sex nothing more. No feelings attached.
Standing here right now, demanding she do all this, was just a way to confirm if I was slowly turning human.
And may my maker save me, let it not be what I’m thinking.
I stood up and walked to her. She was struggling to shield herself with just her hands.
“You don’t have to cover yourself, little human…because I will soon be seeing everything right now.”
My hand grazed her jaw, but she yanked her head to the other side, avoiding my gaze.
I clenched my fist. “What? You don’t find me attractive?”
She did not say a word.
“Fine, you want to play games? Then let’s play.”
My hand found the thin fabric binding her chest, and with a single tug I tore it away, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
“Don’t fucking lay your filthy hands on me!” She slapped away my hand.
I narrowed my eyes and stepped toward her again, but she shoved me hard. My body stumbled backward, crashing onto the sofa, my head snapping against the chair.
“What the…!” I growled.
She stood tall, fury blazing in her eyes, her chest rising with every breath. In the next heartbeat, her foot shot forward between my thighs with a heavy force as pain exploded through my body, sharp and merciless.
Before I could realize it, she was running away.
“Where the hell are you going? Stop right there!”
A simple thought came to my mind. Make her kneel, make her pay for challenging you. Punish her until she bows to your orders.
I raised my hand. Usually the air bends when I command it and I intended to make her freeze but for a shocking reason the air lay still. Unmoving.
My fingers were too weak. “Stop there!” I roared, but she was almost out of the room. The slam of the door drummed harshly in my ears.
“Holy shit!”
I stared at my fingers. Something was wrong, and for the first time in my existence, terror coiled in my veins. I lifted my hand toward the window, summoning my power to shatter it, yet the glass remained still.
My head spun. Maybe I was not using it the right way. Maybe I had to hit my hand on something for it to revive.
I went to the wall, slammed my fist so hard that I was bleeding. Then stretched out my middle finger again, commanding the sofa to break. And hell help me. It didn't.
“What has she done to me?” My eyes shot open, staring in the direction she had taken.
Just then Gideon entered. “Boss, is anything wrong?”
“Yes!” I yelled.
“Everything is wrong. The young girl… she took my powers.”
He moved closer to me in confusion. “What are you trying to say?”
I shot him an evil glare that dared him to ask me another stupid question.
“We need to find her.”
“She’s gone.” Gideon quickly replied.
“I don’t fucking care. Tell the rest to follow her. We need to know where she lives before it’s too late.”