Chapter 48 Punished In The Steamiest Way
Evelyn’s POV
Lorenzo towered over me, chest rising in sharp, possessive breaths, eyes blazing with a dark fury that wasn’t human.
“A monster?” he repeated softly. “Say it again.”
“You’re hurting people who don’t deserve it, so yes that’s what you are!” I challenged him.
“I’m hurting people who think they can steal what’s mine.” He roared.
“No one is stealing me!”
“I almost lost you today,” he snapped, taking a step closer. “Do you know what that means? I would have lost my power forever and you still think I should have given you freedom?”
“If I hadn’t put a tracker on the phone I gave you, I never knew what would have been my fate today.”
The realization mocked me. Stupid me. My mind never even thought of that.
He grabbed my face, firm, unforgiving, but not painful. His thumb trembled against my cheek, betraying an emotion his voice never would.
“You’re the only person in this world that I cannot lose right now,” he whispered harshly, as if the confession itself cut him. “Do you understand that?”
Tears streamed silently down my cheeks. “Please….for the first time I’m asking you for a favor. Release Nolan, he has nothing to do with my escape.”
“He’s staying in that cell,” Lorenzo cut in coldly. “One week. No food.”
My heart stopped. “Lorenzo…..!”
“And he’ll get water only if you behave.” He added.
“That’s torture.” I whispered, anger coiling inside me.
“That's the consequence of disobeying me.” He drew a lazy line in my hair, eyes still blazing with fire.
My face cracked from pain. “He’ll die!”
“He won’t,” Lorenzo snapped. “Unless you plan to run again.”
I swallowed hard, anger and grief clawing through my chest. “You can’t control me with someone else’s pain, that’s diabolical.”
“Watch me,” he whispered, leaning in.
I glared at him through tears. “I’ll forever hate you for all the pains you have caused me since I was a kid.”
He smirked darkly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I don’t need your love, Eve. I just need your obedience.”
“And if I disobey?”
His eyes dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes. “Then your stupid boyfriend will suffer it.”
Something inside me cracked and he saw it. From his face, the way his lips curved with a wicked smirk. I saw it. He loved to see me like this. Powerless and vulnerable.
My breath quickened as I pushed up, meeting his gaze. “One day……I will make you pay for all this. Trust me.”
He laughed bitterly, flicking his head. “Until then.” He growled. “But for now, you are still under my control. You see what you did today.”
“Trying to escape me.” He pointed at me, his harsh breath filling the air. “You are never going unpunished.”
Before I could find my next word, Lorenzo’s hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me off the bed. He didn’t guide me, he shoved me, forcing me to move faster than my mind could catch up. In the next minute, we were in another room, still inside his own chambers and he pushed me inside.
My body locked at the doorway, lips slack, eyes blown wide. I had never seen a place like this before.
The room was dim, lit only by a colorful light that tucked into corners. The atmosphere was warm, carrying a faint scent of leather and something darker, desire, danger, control.
In the center was a wide bed covered with a white silk sheets. The headboard wasn’t ordinary, it was built with sleek iron bars neatly polished.
Lorenzo moved from behind me, stepping in view, trailing a finger in my arm, accessing, studying my every move, calculating. “You look startled.” He whispered.
“Shouldn’t I?”
He smiled, not wide, but enough to tell me that he is in full control. “That’s the goal.”
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, my head still moving around, clueless.
“I call here my play room.” He leaned closer, his face digging into my shoulders. “I made this room for the days I wish to bring in any woman to satisfy my darkest desires. But since my body never responded to any of them, I never used them. But today.”
He went silent, pulling away for me to meet his dark eyes. “I’m going to punish you here.”
I went speechless. My eyes roamed the room until they landed on the left wall, an array of straps, cuffs, and chains hung there carefully, as if they weren’t tools but art pieces. Soft leather. Light metals. Options, too many of them.
Then, I moved my head again and found a low cabinet near the bed corner, it has drawers, revealing hints of velvet, lace, blindfolds, and neatly coiled ropes. Nothing messy. Nothing random.
Lorenzo stretched his hand forward. “Rule number one: No safe words.” I followed him without knowing my leg had started moving. “And no questions.” He added.
My head dropped on the floor the moment we were inside the room. It was covered in a thick, dark rug and at the far end, a single velvet chair, positioned as if meant for sightseeing rather than resting.
I watched Lorenzo move toward the wall, the soles of his shoes drumming loudly against the floor, measured, commanding and authoritative.
His back faced me, searching among the tools as if deliberating on the one to pick first. Finally, he took a feather whip and cuffs before returning to me.
My heartbeat quickened, pounding hard, and each step he took left me holding my breath, wondering what would happen next.
He stepped closer, a dark smile playing on his lips before he leaned in.
“Since you’ve sworn never to follow my orders…..” His teeth grazed the tender curve of my ear. “.…then I’m going to punish you in the steamiest way.”
I shook my head, caught between confusion and something else, unsure whether I should feel happy or dread.
He didn’t wait to read my mind, he never had.
Next, he walked back, stopped at the velvet chair, and sank into it with a slow, confident ease, as if he owned not just the room, but every breath that kept humans alive.
His head pointed at the cabinet. “Go change into one of those.”
I hesitated, still trying to fight him even when I knew it was useless.
“Now!” He grunted.
I flinched and, without thinking, moved to the spot. My eyes fell on the matching red lingerie, carefully folded, and I quickly undressed. Lorenzo’s gaze followed me, dark and hungry, as if he intended to devour me raw.
After slipping into the lingerie, I lingered my fingers, twisting them nervously, eyes fixed on the floor. My chest rose and fell too fast, a storm of heat and dread swirling inside me.
“Come here.” His voice thundered.
My knees wobbled, nearly betraying me, but I forced myself forward, each step too slow and unsure.
Lorenzo rose, tall and commanding. His gaze roamed me gently, unhurried, devouring.
“My little human…..once I’m done with you today, you’ll think twice before pulling something like that again.Your body will think of me anytime you dare to escape again,” he murmured, his voice low. Then his hands captured mine, warm and unyielding, and he guided me toward the headboard.
Every step made my fingers tremble. My body ached with tension, resisting, yet betraying me in ways I didn’t understand. The air between us was electric, impossible to fight, impossible to ignore.
Lorenzo flipped me against the iron, my body pressing against its cold surface. My back arched instinctively, drawing him closer. He leaned in, locking his waist with mine, every movement enough to make me feel his hardness, his presence overwhelming, leaving no space for us.
“Fuck, Eve…..” he growled against my ear, his breath spilling warm across my skin. “What do I have to do to make you learn?”
A soft gasp slipped out of me before I could stop it, my breathing turning uneven, too heavy, too exposed.
He let the whip trace along my skin, each touch sending shivers racing through me. Then it snapped sharply against me, soft enough not to hurt, yet enough to make me jerk instinctively, a pulse of undeniable heat flared through me.
“Lo……renzo….” I softly sound like a moan slipped from me.
Then another spank landed before I could even catch my breath, my toes curling against the floor.
“God….. Enzo….. please…..” I whispered, voice trembling.
He paused for a heartbeat, leaning close, his breath hot against my skin. His tongue brushed my cheek, slow and steady, before his lips captured my lower one, pressing with a possessive, magnetic force.
“Just wait and see,” he moaned against my mouth. “I promise to show you what you’ve never experienced before.”
Then he drifted away, slipping into a dark corner where I couldn’t make out his movements. My pulse quickened, curiosity mingling with a flicker of fear.
Moments later, he returned, carrying a small bowl. My eyes followed him, uncertain, heart hammering. He set it on the bed, never breaking his intense gaze.
Before I could react, he was back at me, bringing out the cuff he had slipped into his pocket. With precise ease, he clasped it around my wrist and secured it to the iron, leaving only one hand free.
Then he picked up the bowl, letting a single piece of ice melt on his tongue before tracing it slowly over my skin. A chill raced along my nerves, every touch electrifying, leaving me trembling under his control.