Chapter 49 Putting Ice Inside Her
Lorenzo’s POV
I watched her freeze, the momentary hesitation in her movements only fueling the fire inside me. Every sigh, every quickened breath, every subtle shift of her body spoke of a delicious mix of fear and curiosity.
When I moved to the corner, she couldn’t see what I was doing. Perfect. I liked keeping her off balance, letting her mind race ahead of her body. The anticipation was half the power, and she had no idea how intoxicating it was to see her like this.
Returning with the ice and cuff I noted the way her eyes followed me, unguarded, exposed. That vulnerability….. It was mine. I secured her wrist, feeling her shiver at the restraint, a silent acknowledgment that she was already slipping into my control.
Then the ice. Watching her reaction, her skin tightening, goosebumps rising along her arms, made the small, cruel smirk tug at my lips. I loved this dance of sensation, pleasure and discomfort, tension and surrender. She was learning, slowly, that resistance was a game she couldn’t win.
And yet…. even as I dominated her, I was aware of her curiosity, the tiny flickers of desire she tried to hide. That mixture of fear and want, that was mine to command. And I intended to savor every second.
“Oh, my greedy human…..” I murmured, letting the ice trace a slow path down to her navel, the cold melting against my warmth, droplets glinting at the corners of my mouth. “You're already twisting your thighs… and I haven’t even gone lower yet.”
Evelyn shivered, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the ice trailed over her skin. Her hands locked above her, gripping the rod too tight until her knuckles turned white.
Her thighs twitched involuntarily, betraying her despite every attempt to stay still. Her breath hitched, uneven and shallow, and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, caught between surprise, anticipation, and something she didn’t dare name.
I pushed her panties aside, picked a fresh ice and took it into my mouth before leaning into her core. My tongue hovered around her clit, letting the ice melt inside.
Evelyn jerked instinctively, a sharp sound slipping from her throat before she could stop it. Her hand flew down, reaching desperate, trembling.
“Lorenzo……” she moaned, the plea spilling out of her.
“Don’t.” My voice cut through the air, low and commanding. I caught her wrist with ease, holding it still, denying her even the smallest relief.
“Please…..” Her voice cracked, raw. “I need to touch it…..”
“No.” I groaned.
“I….I might pass out if I don’t.” she whispered, pushing weakly against my hold, but I didn’t allow her.
“You won’t.” I growled. “This is the real punishment.”
She swallowed hard, biting her lower lip, body shaking with nowhere to put her trembling hands. She buried her hand in my hair instead, twisting, gripping tight like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
My tongue thrusted deeper, pushing in the ice inside her, testing how much she could take, how much she would surrender. Her whimpers cut through the air, raw and helpless.
I kept circling her, letting the ice trace along her skin, ruining her with my tongue, keeping her on edge. Every shiver, every gasp, every small jerk of her body revealed how little she could resist.
When I pulled back, I watched her struggle to catch her breath, chest rising and falling too fast, eyes wide with need and uncertainty. The sight of her trembling, trying to regain composure, only drew me closer again.
She couldn’t hide how much this affected her, how much she wanted it, even if she wouldn’t admit it. I wanted to go further, face her to this pole and fuck her from behind until she could think of no other man but me. But that isn’t what this is about. This is about control, punishing her so she wouldn’t defy me again.
If it had been anyone else, their punishment would’ve been brutal, deadly, merciless, the kind that would be close to on death. That’s who I am. That’s how I deal with defiance.
But Evelyn Martins…..
With her, I can’t even afford to raise a finger to hurt her. Every time I try to be the monster I’ve always been, something in me pulls back. She puts me in a place I don’t understand, somewhere between rage and restraint, desire and confusion.
Finally I stood up, watching my arousal straining against my pants, aching to drive into her. But I refuse to. Not with her. It can only be with one person.
Delilah.
I leaned over to her trembling body and kissed her forehead, not gently. Possessively. A sealing of dominance, not affection.
“Get some rest,” I said softly, voice low. “You need it.”
“Lorenzo….Please….” Her lips quivered as she clutched my jacket. I ignored her, uncuffing her with an intentional calmness.
In one swift motion, I cupped her into my arms, her breathing shallow against my chest as I carried her out of the room.
When we reached the main room, I laid her down carefully, avoiding her gaze. One look into her eyes and I knew I’d cross a line I couldn’t take back.
I spun quickly, unwilling to meet the way she was staring at me, and strode toward the door.
“Enzo….” Her voice called out, sultry, tempting.
My fingers froze on the doorknob. “Don’t tempt me.”
She fell silent, the weight of her heavy breathing filling the air. I yanked the door open and forced myself to leave, every step away from her a battle against desire.
A few minutes later, a knock sounded from outside my office. I had already sent for Gideon. We needed answers, and we needed them now. There was no way in hell Jones and his men knew exactly where Evelyn was running from, the route she took, or the time she slipped out.
Someone inside my empire was leaking information. Someone close.
Someone stupid enough to think I wouldn’t notice.
I don’t know who yet, but I swear on my life….. once I fish him out, death will be the easiest mercy I give.
Another knock came in, heavier.
“Come in,” I muttered under my breath, jaw tightening.
“Boss.” Gideon straightened immediately as he entered, eyes sharp and alert. “You sent for me.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice low, controlled, but carrying the weight of every unspoken threat in the room.
He nodded, waiting, knowing full well that I didn’t summon him for idle chatter.
I let my gaze rest on him too long, long enough for him to shift slightly on his feet. His posture never faltered, but something in the room tightened. Gideon has been my backbone in my toughest time and I doubt if he could betray me.
“Has the package been sent to Jones?” My voice came out flat, unreadable.
“Yes, boss.” No hesitation. Gideon never hesitated.
“Good.”
I pushed myself upright, fingers tapping once on the desk before going still. He watched me, waiting, loyal as ever, but loyalty had started to look the same as danger lately.
“I have an assignment for you.” His shoulders squared as if bracing for impact. I didn’t look away. “Someone in this empire is leaking information. Find out who.”
A single breath left him, sharp, steady, controlled. “You can count on me, boss.”
I studied him, searching for even a flicker of something, guilt, fear, a broken rhythm. Nothing. Gideon remained stiff.
“Work with Diego,” I said finally. “Only you two. Not a word outside this room until you bring me a name.”
He bowed his head once, firm, decisive.
I dismissed him with a slight tilt of my chin, and the moment he stepped out, the silence snapped back.