Chapter 141

Clarissa's POV

I was in my bed. I had refused to get up. My phone was ringing nonstop.

I knew who it was but I refused to answer. It has been ringing like that for two days straight. It hurt to ignore him but I had no other choice.

Why did he do that? Why did he have to propose to her?

I mean, he didn't even tell me that he was going to do it. It came out of the blue and I was powerless to stop it.

My heart shattered right there in the restaurant. I felt like a fool.

The ringing soon stopped and I all fell silent for a while.

"Clarissa!"

I was wrong. He was right outside my door. I squeezed myself tighter into my bedsheets. I closed my eyes tightly and fought the urge to go downstairs to open the door for him.

"Clarissa!"

He yelled my name again and each time he did, I felt my heart skip a beat. I wanted to see him but my heart hurt.

What was he even doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be with Erica?

I buried myself deeper into the sheets and covered my head. Tears streamed fiend my face. I didn't want to think of him but I could stop myself. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him on one knee before her. It ripped my heart to shreds every time I saw them.

"How could you Lorenzo?!"

I screamed into my pillow. The tears fell more. Hot tears soaked the pillow.

I didn't hear his voice downstairs yelling my name. My heart shattered. He had gone back home. He had gone back to her.

I gripped my heart. I shouldn't have trusted…

Bang!

I heard the door slam and I heard heavy breathing in my room. I froze.

"Rissa?"

My heart smashed. He was here? What was he doing here?

I didn't care anymore. I didn't want to see him.

I could hear his breathing and the floorboards creaked as he walked up to me.

I covered my ears. No. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to talk to him!

The sheets were thrown off me and his brown eyes dazzled me. He wasn't smiling or sad. He was mad.

I uncrumpled myself from the ball that I formed and looked up at him.

His angry aura surrounded him and I was forced to look up at his face. I gulped.

"I have been calling you for days. What is wrong with you?"

My awe of him was immediately eclipsed by my anger. Was he that oblivious? Didn't he know what he did? How dare he act so clueless?!

I grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. He made quick work of it and caught it without even moving an inch from the spot he stood.

"How dare you?! You proposed to her! I hate you, Lorenzo!"

I grabbed another pillow and tossed it at him. He dodged it by just cocking his head to one side.

His anger had simmered down a little but he looked at me with a look of displeasure. I didn't care. How dare he betray me like that in front of her?

He simply stood there looking at me. His gaze was heavy on me and all it did was irritate me further.

Wasn't he going to say something? Was he just going to stand there, mute?

I stood up angrily and rushed to him. I slammed as hard as I could into his chest and began to beat it as hard as I could.

He had betrayed me. I would never forgive him.

"How could you?! You proposed to her! You took out a ring and got down on one knee in front of her in front of me. You didn't even have the heart to tell me! You didn't even tell me that you were going to do it! You made me feel like a fool! What am I to you, Lorenzo?! Am I just a tool for you to get to her?! Do you even care about…"

He grabbed my hands and I could no longer violently beat his chest. Not like it had much effect on him in the first place.

I tried to move my hands but his grip was strong. His eye bored into me and my heart began to beat rapidly.

"Rissa…"

His voice was deep and husky yet icy cold.

"... I need you to listen to me."

I looked at him in disbelief. Was he crazy? I had avoided picking up his calls because I didn't have any intention of listening to him.

"Let go of me, Lorenzo! Go away!"

I struggled to get away from him but it was all futile.

His eyes stared deep into my soul and I felt my heart skip a beat. He pulled me close to him, trapping my hands between our bodies. I couldn't move.

"I don't care if you want to talk to me or not. I need you to listen so I can explain."

"Screw you! You are a hateful person and I…"

His hand grabbed my throat and his lips silenced me. I fought to get away but I could feel myself weakening. His kiss calmed the storm inside of me.

He pulled away from me. I was still angry with him but all I could manage was a death stare while I listened to him in silence.

"Rissa, I am sorry that I didn't tell you about the proposal. I was going to. I actually had no intention of proposing to her that day…"

"It doesn't change the fact that you did it anyway, Lorenzo. You still proposed to her. I still can't get the image out of my head…"

"And I can't get the image, of that creep touching you, out of my head!–"

His voice broke through the threshold and boomed through the house. I froze and stared at him. I had never felt so terrified of him.

"–Do you know how painful it was to watch him touch you and kiss you?! Do you know how I felt?! You knew that I didn't support this plan but you chose to go ahead with it anyway! And now you are yelling at me."

I whimpered in fear and his anger simmered down.

The look in his eyes softened and his grip on me weakened.

"I didn't want to propose to Erica. But I couldn't stand by and watch him kiss you. That was why I pulled out the ring. It was more or less a distraction."

He pulled away slightly and my arms were free. He cupped my face with his warm palms and looked at me longingly. His eyes were wide and I could feel his breath–strong and heavy.

"I will say it again, Rissa. No one will get to have you the way I do. I will never allow anyone to touch you the way I do."

His voice was husky and dominant. It sent shudders down my spine. My eyes were fixed on him. My wolf came alive.

I was feeling a cocktail of emotions. I couldn't tell if I was happy or sad.

"You are mine, Rissa."

He pulled me in and filled me with a steamy kiss. My heart soared and my anger became like mist that was blown away by a powerful gust of wind.

His lips and tongue were so soft but his kiss was rough and wrapped in fiery passion.

I almost couldn't keep up and was overwhelmed by him.

He pressed me close to his hard body and I felt his bulge press against me.

My insides felt hot and squirmed uncontrollably. I felt him push me gently and I was soon backed up against the edge of the bed.

"You are all mine!" He growled.

He made me lie on the bed and ripped off my panties.

My face was flushed. I was soaking down there. My bud was tingly and hot.

He lay down on his side, beside me, and took in my flushed face.

"I can smell your arousal, Rissa. I could smell it while you were yelling at me. Even when you're angry, you want me–"

He leaned in close to me and his lips tickled my ears.

"–and when I'm angry, I want you to."

His hands slipped up my dress and he teased my bud.

"Ahhh…"

He muffled my moans with his lips. It was all too much for me.

He groaned against my lips and I grabbed the sheets as hard as I could. Any harder and I would…

Riiiipppp!

He huffed in satisfaction and kissed me harder.

His fingers made love to my clit. I squirmed and my juices gushed out of me.

"So wet. You feel so good when you're all wet for me."

He slipped two of his fingers inside of me and my body tensed up.

I left the sheets and pulled him close to me. My body couldn't take much more.

I found an opening and pulled away from his overwhelming kiss.

"Fuck me, Lorenzo!"

I was breathless and sweating profusely.

His face was looking at mine and he had a naughty smile on his face. He brushed a lock of stray hair away from my face.

"I would be more than welcome to, Mate…"