Chapter 62 The Line That I Couldn’t Cross
Lorenzo’s POV
“Oh… my little human,” I grunted, my voice low and rough. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t move. Didn’t cover herself, didn’t even try to pull away. Her fingers still trembling, stuck inside her.
And that alone sent something violent and possessive tearing through me.
“Evelyn…” I growled her name, low and warning, the sound vibrating at the back of my throat.
Before she could blink, my hand tightened around her wrist and I dragged her up from the bed, forcing her onto her feet in front of me.
Her gaze never left mine, wide eyes, parted lips, breath shaky.
“Oh, no.” I brushed her wet lower lips with my thumb. “Don’t even try to act innocent now. Because you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Who gave you the right to chase your own release?” I asked, my voice rough and dangerously calm
Her pulse hammered beneath my grip, her chest rising and falling rapidly but she didn’t dare answer.
“Eve…..” I traced a finger on her chin. “What game are you up to this time?”
She snapped her head away from me, jaw tight. “What? No…. I’m not playing any games.”
I let out a humorless breath, almost a laugh but darker. “You expect me to believe that?” My hand slid from her chin to the side of her neck.
“First, I walked into the room and found you sleeping completely naked, something you have never done before. Then you looked me in the eye and told me you wanted me? Me, Evelyn?”
My hand slid to the back of her neck, drawing her closer until her breath mingled with mine.
“You’ve spent weeks telling me how much you hated me, how you’d never want anything to do with me. But tonight?” My voice dropped lower. “Tonight you said you want to be close to me…. as if that wasn’t enough, I walk in again and find you touching yourself. When you know fully well I could walk in at any moment. Knowing exactly what that would do to me.”
“Tell me, Eve,” I breathed against her cheek, “are you planning to kill me?”
“What?” Her eyes widened. “The heck? No!”
Before either of us could continue, the video she had been watching burst louder through the speakers, soft moans filling the air and shattering whatever illusion of calm she pretended to hold.
She scrambled toward the bed, nearly tripping over the sheets as she reached for the phone. Her fingers shook so hard she kept missing the button, tapping the screen again and again until the video finally cut off, leaving the room in a heavy, suffocating silence.
Slowly, she turned back to me.
Her head lowered, eyes cast down. The shame radiating off her was almost tangible.
I dragged my gaze over her, her flushed cheeks, her trembling shoulders, the softness of her body glowing in the dim light. Too beautiful. Too tempting. Too much.
My cock strained, pushing hard against my zipper. I wanted to take her right here, right now. I was going to forget every guilt that comes with cheating on Delilah, but I held back. Maybe this temptation serves as a punishment for letting Delilah down.
But that didn’t mean I was going to let Eve go like that. I still have to make her pay for taunting me.
Her head was still bowed toward the floor, shoulders tight with embarrassment.
“Focus on me,” I commanded, my voice low and hard.
She straightened immediately, holding my gaze with wide eyes.
“You already know what’s coming next?”
She snapped, flicking her head. “No…..no, no. Lorenzo, you don’t have to spank me. I’m sorry for touching myself.”
My lips curved with a wicked smile. “No, sweetheart. You don’t have to be sorry, In fact I enjoyed watching you do that.
I leaned in slightly, letting the weight of my words sink into her bones. “My only problem is that I caught you doing it without my order.”
She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat dragging slowly down.
“And about the spanking…..” I continued, voice dipping lower, “you’re wrong there. Because tonight, you won’t be getting spanked.”
Her eyes darted around mine, nervously. “Wh….what’s that supposed to mean?”
I stepped closer, circling my hip around her bare skin. “You will have to suck my cock tonight…..” I whispered.
Her jaw dropped, wild and sharp, like she couldn’t decide whether to gasp or argue. Watching.
I yanked my jacket away, letting it fall to the floor, and watched her take me in. Her eyes roamed over every line of my muscles.
Then my hand moved with purpose down to my pants, undoing my belt and letting it fall aside. zipper down, brief losing and my cock sprag free hard and throbbing, desperate drive into her.
Evelyn’s tongue brushed her lower lip almost unconsciously, her gaze locked onto mine. Hunger mixed with desires burning in her eyes.
“Now you will have to do every single thing that I tell you to.”
“What, what do you want me to do?”
I drifted a little from her, enough to look into her eyes.
“Get on your knees. I want your mouth on my fucking cock.”
Her lashes faltered, but she didn’t hesitate. With one simple naive motion she was already standing close to me.
My gaze followed her as she moved, slow and deliberate, until she knelt before me.
Her hands hovered around my lower skin…..soft, warm, trembling with something she couldn’t hide.
When she finally grabbed my cock, a sharp breath escaped me, the air between us tightening instantly.
It wasn’t the act itself.
It was the surrender in her eyes.
The way she touched me like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to enjoy it. Her hand stroked a little from my cap to the base, slow, teasing, savoring every vein connected in my hard length.
I growled out too loud.
Her eyes lifted to mine, wide and searching, as if she feared she’d just cracked something fragile inside me.
“Eve.” Her name left my mouth raw, she breathed shakily. “You can do better.”
She swallowed softly, a simple nod and her next action got me shocked.
Evelyn brushed her thumb on my tip, leaned over my cock and took it inside her mouth, her saliva melted on my skin, warm and tantalizing, sending electric spark through my body.
“Oh….FUCK….”
She pulled away small with a sly, wicked smile resting on her lips. “How about this time?”
My hips jerked involuntary, fighting the urge to fuck her throat. “Yes….you are getting it right….keep going.”
She smirked, bent her head towards me again. Her lip brushed my sides with a soft lick, lingering in the sensitive tip before she swallowed me whole. Every damn thing.
My chest heaved instantly, a rough breath tearing out of me.
She hit her throat hard with my cock, pulled back at once, coughing, breath unsteady as if she’d startled herself.
She went for another taste.
This time her movements grew quicker, more certain, faster, sharper, carrying a boldness she didn’t have a second ago.
It was like she was learning me,.discovering some new flavor, some forbidden kind of vanilla she’d never tasted before.
“Oh. My little human….yes….just like that…..give it to me. Faster!”
She thrusted deeper, hungrier, attempting to take in all of me, including my balls. “Shit….Like this?” She breathed.
“Oh. Yes….yes…J.ust…it.”
Her mouth spat out my cock, choking. But I wasn’t ready to give her that break. I forced my fingers into her hair, twisting a fist full into my hands and drove into her mouth again.
Her eyes bulged, half confused, half surrendered.
I laughed out loud, wickedly. “What? Are you tired of me already? I thought this is what you wanted….?”
“Daddy’s cock?”
She shoved her head, but still did not pull away. “Y…yes…. This is exactly what I need.”
I smirked hard, pushing into her mouth harder, deeper. Desperate.
Heavens. Her mouth was ruining me and I couldn’t even think of stopping this moment. Never in my entire existence have I ever had this feeling. Like I was on top of the world and nothing else matters, just…..Eve and me.
I pushed my hips forward, thrusting into her again and again, with no mercy.
But she wasn’t having it.
Something in her changed, subtle but fierce.
Her head stilled mid-movement, her spine straightening with a sudden, quiet authority I had never seen from her.
Then she lifted her gaze to mine, sharp, urgent, burning with something that dared me to breathe wrong.
“Let.....Let me take control.” She said.
The words shouldn’t have hit me the way they did.
I should’ve shut it down, reminded her who held the power between us.
I wanted to.
Every instinct pushed me to deny her, to pull the moment back where it belonged, under my command.
But the way she said it…..low, sultry, trembling with courage, I let her.
“Fine. Fine.” I agreed.
Evelyn smiled, sheepishly. She gripped my cock, close to her mouth like she was holding a mic. Spat a generous spit on me and began to lick them all, inch by inch.
I arched my head backward, eyes shut, hands locked on my waist, barely standing on my feet. “Hell!”
She took me in again, her head jerking dangerously against me.
I couldn’t take it any longer.
The tight coil of arousal inside me demanded more, demanded that I drag her closer, bend her over, lose myself in her completely.
And that was exactly the line I couldn’t cross.
Not with her.
Not now.
Not with Delilah’s name suddenly slicing through my mind like a curse.
Delilah.
Wtf!
Why the hell would that name surface now,
right at the edge of something that had nearly drowned me?
A crack split through me, sharp and violent. Before Evelyn could take another action, I caught her wrist, firm, steady, stopping her entirely.
She looked up at me, confused, her lips parting with questions that refuse to fall out.
Questions I didn’t have the strength to hear, much less answer.
I didn’t wait for her to speak. I didn't give myself the chance to falter.
I reached for my pants, tucking myself back into order, sealing every emotion behind a wall I’d spent years building.
Then I zipped up, grabbed my jacket, and walked out of the room without a word.
We didn’t speak.
I didn’t spare her a glance.