Page 147 of Lorenzo

I furrow my brows. A promise? What prom—

I narrow my eyes. That son of a bitch.

"Bite me," I say.

He smiles. "Gladly. But not what I was going for. I remember saying you would beg."

"I distinctly said I will not beg," I say, my pride rearing its stubborn head. I try to rock my hips, but he has me pinned. My body is screaming. I want to come so badly I could cry.

"Everyone has their price, dolcezza," he whispers. "I'll find yours."

Then he starts moving again, but this time it's that slow, maddening pace that had me on the verge of insanity before. I am already so wound up, and my body starts responding immediately.

It doesn't take long for me to be right back on the edge, and I'm right back where I was.

This time, I'm prepared when he suddenly stops. I'm already rubbing my clit, so I just keep on doing it. Who said I need his dick for that? I am in control of my own orgasms, thank you very much.

Except that Lorenzo knows exactly what I'm doing.

Before I can make myself come, he catches my hand, stilling my movements. He pins both of my wrists above my head again with one of his hands, leaving me completely and utterly at his mercy again.

"Nice try," he says.

I arch up and try to buck him off me, but he's shockingly strong for someone with such a lean build.

He keeps me pinned, and I can't move.

I am completely and utterly helpless.

And I am starting to get desperate.

"I really am going to kill you," I say, out of breath when I finally stop fighting. "As soon as I get my hands free. And I will enjoy it. I'll probably even name my favorite dagger after you."

"You think about me when you're sharpening your daggers?" He leans down and bites my lower lip, a not-so-gentle bite. "God, you're hot."

"Fuck you," I say.

"I'm trying, sweetheart. You're the one making this difficult," he says, giving me a slow, deep thrust that drives me wild. "I can do this all night. Can you?"

He's bluffing. He has to be bluffing.

I'm not going to call him on it, though.

Because I'm not entirely sure I can.

And I'm not sure I want him to stop.

He starts moving again, thrusting into me again and again.

He brings his mouth down to mine, but he doesn't kiss me.

"All of this can end," he murmurs against my lips. "Or rather, it can continue. All I need is one little word. You know it. It's not hard."

"No," I gasp, and then he hits that spot. That wonderful, perfect spot inside me. "God, yes, there. Don't stop."

He chuckles, and I feel the rumble of it against my breasts. "I won't... If you tell me what I want to hear."

He continues to thrust, hitting that spot again and again.