Chapter 83 I Want To Feel You Inside Me
Lorenzo’s POV
“Enzo, I’m sorry, okay?”
Her voice broke as her eyes held mine, powerful enough to undo every ounce of anger burning in my chest. For a moment it almost worked. But I forced myself to look away, shoving the feeling down before it could take root. I couldn’t afford to let her apology disarm me. Not now.
Evelyn sat at the edge of the bed, curled in on herself like a chicken beaten by rain, trembling. Her head was bowed, but I could still see the way she stretched her eyes, trying to steal a glimpse of me.
“You must really be enjoying this,” I said coldly. “Watching me fight other men just to stay away from you.”
I pushed off the doorframe and moved toward her, each step slow, measured, calculated.
She retreated slightly, shaking her head. “No…. that’s not true.”
A cruel laugh slipped from my lips, dry and hollow. “Then what is it, Evelyn?” I asked, because that was all my mind could form.
But she said nothing.
I moved closer until there was barely any space between us. Her fingers curled into her palms as she looked up at me without blinking.
My heart hammered as I stared into her eyes, a strange tingling spreading through me.
My gaze dropped to the strap of her dress and lingered on the curve of her perfectly cupped breast. Evelyn didn’t try to cover herself. It was as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me and she was enjoying it.
“I only let Nolan to remain here because I knew it will be more difficult for him to plan anything silly from inside my walls to outside but it is as if he is not the quitting type.” The words came out rougher filled with anger. “And to think that I already warned you to stay away from him just a few days ago.”
Her lashes fluttered. “Please…Just give me this last chance.”
“Last chance?”
I leaned in until my breath brushed her lips. “There is no last chance with you, Eve.”
My hand slid to the small of her back and shoved her off the bed. She stumbled, catching herself just in time.
“You already know what’s next,” I whispered.
“Renzo….”
She didn’t get to finish. My fingers found the strap of her dress and tugged it down in one smooth motion. The fabric slipped to her waist, leaving her standing there in nothing but red lace, her tender skin exposed. She didn’t move. Didn’t fight it.
Her mouth was half open, like she was trying to speak, but only a soft gasp slipped out instead.
“So how do you want to be punished?”
I lowered my hand slowly, my fingers trailing from her chin, along the line of her lips, down to her throat. She swallowed hard, and the reaction sent a sharp pull of heat through me.
Evelyn’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “I… I don’t know.”
A smirk curved my lips. “Don’t know? That’s not going to work with me, Eve.” I leaned closer, letting my forehead brush hers. “Tell me. Or I’ll decide for you.”
Her eyes flickered with a mix of fear and something else, something dangerous and tempting. “I…. I’ll….. I’ll take whatever you decide,” she murmured, voice trembling.
I chuckled low, letting my hand rest against her jaw. “Brave. Or stupid. Maybe both.”
She shivered under my touch, and I knew she wanted me to keep going, and wanted me to take control. “Good,” I whispered. “Because I’ve been waiting for this….. waiting for you.”
I watched her swallow again, the rise and fall of her chest drawing my attention. “You know,” I murmured, “you’ve been playing with fire, Eve. And now…..it’s too late to step back.”
Her lips parted slightly. “I’m not afraid,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her, trembling under my gaze.
I leaned closer, my breath ghosting over her cheek. “Not afraid?” I teased. “We’ll see about that.” My fingers slid from her throat down to her collarbone, lingering there. “You’ll learn quickly… that with me, there’s no mercy.”
Evelyn’s eyes widened, a spark of defiance flashing through them. “Maybe I don’t need mercy,” she said softly, yet firmly.
A dark laugh escaped me. “Maybe,” I admitted, letting my hand drift to the small of her back again. “But I’ll decide just how far you go… and how much you can take.”
Her gaze never left mine, and for a moment, everything else faded….the room, the world, even time itself. All that remained was the heat between us, the pull neither of us wanted to resist.
“Renzo…..” she breathed, the name barely leaving her lips, carrying a mixture of fear, longing, and something unsaid.
I smirked, pressing just a little closer. “Yes, Eve… it’s all about you now. You already know it, don’t you?”
She nodded, barely. “I… I think I do.”
I leaned in closer, so close that the warmth of her breath brushed my lips. Our eyes stayed locked, unblinking. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away before this went too far, before I crossed a line I might never come back from, but I couldn’t obey that voice anymore.
Looking at her, standing there in that tempting lingerie, my control snapped. Every curve, every inch of skin, was driving me insane. I could feel her reading me too, understanding every flicker of desire in my gaze. She pressed forward slightly, and her breast brushed against my chest, making every hair on my skin stand on end.
Damn it. That was the limit.
I captured her face in my hands and crushed my lips to hers. The kiss was demanding, fierce, a collision of need and hunger. Her lips parted under mine, soft and willing, and a shiver ran through me when she pressed her body closer.
“Renzo….” she gasped against my mouth, her voice trembling.
“Don’t say anything,” I murmured, letting my lips roam hers, my tongue brushing hers in a slow, teasing dominance. “Just feel this… feel us.”
Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I groaned low, letting the heat of her body ignite every nerve. “You’re insane,” she whispered between kisses, her breath hot and ragged.
“Crazy for you,” I breathed back, dipping my head to capture her lips again, this time deeper, more urgent. Every kiss, every gasp, every small movement of her body into mine made it impossible to think, impossible to resist.
She whimpered softly, arching into me, and I pressed her firmly against my body, letting my hands roam the curves I’d been craving. “Renzo… please,” she whispered, and that single plea made the fire between us burn hotter.
I smirked against her lips, my voice low and rough. “No one’s asking for permission tonight, Eve… only giving in.”
Our tongues tangled, twisting and clashing, as I guided her toward the bed, each step a battle between control and craving.
She didn’t hesitate. Her hands found the hem of my shirt, sliding it up with slow, deliberate movements, brushing against my skin. I groaned softly, the heat of her touch burning through me.
“Fuck, Eve.” I breathed, my eyes searching hers for a moment. “Do you know what you are doing?”
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile against mine. “You don’t get to tease me anymore,” she whispered, tugging the shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor. My chest pressed against hers, and she traced her fingers down my sides, exploring, learning.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, eyes shining with need and something fiercer beneath it. “I’ve never been this sure,” she breathed, voice trembling. “I…I want to feel you inside me, Lorenzo.”
A dark smile curved my lips as I leaned in again, circling my hard length around her core. “You’ve no idea what you’re asking for,” I whispered, my hand tracing the curve of her waist. “But….. maybe I do.”
I didn’t let her speak again. I pushed her gently onto the soft mattress, letting her sink into it as I hovered above her. Her breath hitched, and my hand trailed along her side, feeling every shiver that ran through her.