Chapter 35 I Will Give You What Your Body Wants
Evelyn’s POV
For a second I thought he would pull away like every other time, but he didn’t. His lips were firmly on mine. Sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore. I froze, caught between the instinct to pull away and the undeniable pull of him. His hands didn’t crush me, but they held me, guiding me, claiming space I didn’t want to give and somehow, I couldn’t move.
I tried to shove him gently, just enough to assert myself. “Lorenzo!” I gasped.
He chuckled against my lips, deep and knowing. “You can push all you want, Eve. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let go.”
I pressed back, resistance rising with every pulse, trying to maintain some control. My heart raced, my fingers trembling as I gripped his shoulders. “I said stop!”
His hands didn’t falter. “Stop?” He repeated, half amused. “You think you get to tell me that?”
“You think you can easily defy me, Eve?” His voice was low, smooth, and dangerous. “That you can make me feel weak with does words?”
I squared my shoulders. “I don't care. I’m not afraid of you.”
A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. “You should be.”
I felt my stomach tighten. Not from fear….. not entirely. From the way he claimed the room, the way he claimed me, even if I refused. I raised my chin, my voice sharper than I intended. “I won’t let you control me anymore.”
He smirked dangerously, arrogance playing on his face. “You’re lying,” he murmured. His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face toward his. “You want me to control you. You just won’t admit it.”
I swallowed, defiance clashing with the rush of heat that flared up through me. “You’re wrong.”
His smirk widened, arrogant, infuriating. “Am I?
Before I could protest further, he kissed me again. Not soft, not teasing, but possessive, dominant. Claiming and daring all at once. My resistance faltered, not because I wanted him to, but because he left no room for anything else. My body betrayed my words, leaning just slightly, heart drumming in a rhythm I didn’t recognize.
Our tongues tangled, he kept pushing in deeper with needy strokes, stealing any ounce of breath left in me. His teeth graze my lower lip, sucking it like it was the only thing that could make him sane.
My brain went completely blank. I have promised myself never to get controlled by him this much but every reason to fight through died instantly. His lips were strong yet tender, his breath warm against my skin, pulling me closer to him.
Slowly, his hands slid beneath my ass cupping me strong and firm, our body began to move until I found myself leaning back at the book shelf.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, just enough for our foreheads to touch, his eyes half-lided. A teasing smile playing on his lips, our breaths uneven, chests rising and falling. A sudden ache hit my core, calling for him once more.
“My little human……” Lorenzo teased. “See…..? You can’t hide it. You felt that.”
I glared, trying to regain my composure, but my chest rose and fell too fast, and my hands trembled. “I didn’t……”
“You did,” he said simply, voice low, dangerous. “And you’ll feel it again if you try to deny it.”
I wanted to push him, to run, to tell myself he wasn’t worth this….. but I couldn’t deny the thrill, the fire, the undeniable pull he had over me.
I shook my head, muttering under my breath, “You are joking if you think forcing a kiss on me will make me feel a thing for you.”
Lorenzo arched his brow. “Really?”
Before I could even think straight, he yanked me up from the floor. Fingers thrilling on my dress pushing up my thighs.
My eyes shut wide open. “Lorenzo, put me down.”
He shook his head. “No, Eve.” He murmured against my skin. “Not tonight. There is no sparring this time, I’m going to teach that small wild mouth of yours a lesson.”
I tried to escape his hold, but he locked me with his body, firmer than I had imagined. “Not too fast, shawty. Not after I’m done spreading you wide.”
My breath hitched, watching him grin dangerously. Lorenzo didn’t let me speak. He didn’t give me a sign, the next thing I felt was my dress yanking up exposing my bare skin.
His eyes darkened, he swept his bottom lip with his tongue, hunger flaring in his eyes. He parted my thighs, and pressed his face on my core. His breath hovered over my skin, sending up tingles to my spine before he withdrew with a sharp growl.
I clutched the wooden shelf like my whole life depended on it, my toes coiled tightly around him.
Lorenzo looked at me for a while, our chest pounding unisonously. “Hell, Eve.” He groaned. “Why have you sworn to break the walls that I have built for years?”
I parted my mouth to find a word, but he didn’t wait. His lips met mine, aggressive, demanding, leaving no space for hesitation. Every second felt sharp, urgent, like the world had narrowed to just him and me.
He moved from my mouth to my neck. I tilted just enough to give him space, my pulse racing like wildfire. My hands shook as I rested them lightly against his chest, half to steady myself, half to resist the pull he had over me.
He dragged his tongue along my ear, kissing every spot there. He kissed my shoulders, nipple and that was when I noticed it.
I was already soaked. The sweet pain from my core was calling for his attention and just like he read my mind, he adjusted me firmly. His strong arms shield me.
His eyes found mine again. “I will give you what your body wants.” He threw me up a bit, my breath hitched. “But not here.”
I didn’t speak. I was too speechless to know if that was what my body actually wanted.
“It will be in the room.”
He didn’t wait for my reply, he began carrying me away to the room. My hands wrapped around his neck. Loads of thoughts spiraling in my head.
Am I really ready for this?
Another voice came out in my head. So you actually spent years keeping yourself for someone who is special only to end up giving out your virginity to someone far more older, cruel and ruthless as Lorenzo.
I wanted to agree to the voice, but my eyes landed on his face. That perfect mouth that tore me apart the last time, that sucked my clit until I confessed a word that I wasn’t sure if I meant. I wanted to feel that once more. It was a feeling that I will wish to have for the rest of my life.
So I pushed the voice away, half guilty, half excited, until her voice stopped us.
“Lucifer.”
Lorenzo turned down the hallway, only for us to freeze. Kim stood a few feet away, clutching her stomach, her face twisted in pain.
“Kim,” Lorenzo’s voice broke through the silence, sharp and commanding. He slowly lowered me to my feet, his movements controlled but filled with tension.