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I frown at him, perplexed. Back to Cassius. Not Cassius and Vinicius?
“I see how you look at my friend. Like you’re half a breath away from falling to your knees and begging for him to save you.” There’s an edge to his voice, almost like he’s jealous.
Heisjealous. Not of Cassius touching me. Of me feeling affection for the man.
He grips my hair and forces my face up to his. “I saved you, too, remember? We all did. We’re all your knights in shining armor, not just Cassius.”
I remember Lorenzo’s cold and brutal expression as he advanced on me with that hypodermic. “You’re one messed up knight. All you care about is scaring the hell out of me. If you wanted me to like you, you shouldn’t have gone out of your way to be so horrible to me.”
He laughs without humor. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
Lorenzo draws his finger around the inside of my briefs, and I shiver despite the hatred burning in my heart. “It doesn’t matter now. What do you say to this little wager?”
I’ve got nothing to say to such a messed-up bet.
“Princess.” A delighted smile breaks over his face. “Are you wet for me already?”
“Screw you. I’m not wagering my body over anything.” Not a second time. I did that once and I was totally humiliated.
He hoists me up against his chest with an arm beneath my knees and one around my waist and carries me over to the bed. “Refusing the bet is not an option.”
I’m placed gently on the mattress, but there’s nothing gentle about Lorenzo’s expression. He slips between my legs and my inner thighs rub against his rough denim jeans. Looming over me, he takes my breasts in both hands and rubs my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
I brace for an excruciating assault on my nerve endings. Instead, a delicious sensation expands through me and burrows deep inside me to blossom between my thighs. Every squeeze, every stroke of his fingers makes the heat grow.
“No,” I moan. Not again. I don’t want to enjoy this. I want to give him the hatred he deserves, not the satisfaction of seeing me pant for him.
Lorenzo bends over me, the bulge at the front of his jeans tight against my pussy. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks at the same time as he grinds his hips against me.
I twist futilely at the zip tie binding my wrists. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m filled with self-loathing.
When he sits up, his lower lip is reddened and wet with saliva. He hooks a finger into my underwear and drags them down my legs. He lifts them up and rubs his finger over the slippery wetness that has gathered in them, a triumphant smile on his lips. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.”
He throws them aside, puts his hand between my thighs and spreads them open. “I win.”
“No, wait—” But my protest is lost when he slides down the bed and his tongue swipes my clit.
My whole body jumps in response.Fuck.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmurs between lashes of his tongue.
I screw my eyes up tight. He doesn’t feel like heaven. Hedoesn’t.
“Has anyone ever licked you before, princess? Wait, Vinicius got his lying mouth all over you, didn’t he? And you came so hard for him.” Between words, he laps at my clit, his lips vibrating against me. “How I fucking loved hearing about that. As soon as I read the text from him I was so hard. I pumped my cock up and down in my hand, thinking about your tight, dripping snatch. I was right here in this bed, imagining you moan for me as I slammed into your pussy.”
I feel my back arch as my hips rock against his mouth. As he’s spoken, my eyes have opened and so have my knees, and I’m watching him murmur filthy words into my pussy.
Lorenzo glances up at me. “You must have imagined what it was liked to be licked by a man, but the real thing isn’t what you thought it would be. My tongue’s soft, isn’t it?”
Softer than I expected, especially from Lorenzo. As hot and slippery as I am, my pussy and his tongue feel like they were made for each other. He spreads me wider with his fingers and laps at my clit, and I can’t control the cry that tears from my lips.
Lorenzo’s arms slide around my hips and hold me tight as his eyes close and he keeps licking. What the hell is happening to me? This feels so wrong, but the wrongness seems to be spicing my body’s reactions.
I’m so close to coming when he sits up, and I’m frantically trying to get a grip on myself when I realize he’s taken off his jeans. His cock is jutting out beneath his belly, thick and aggressively swollen.
Oh, Jesus. He’s really going to do it. I whimper and struggle against the zip tie that’s cutting viciously into my flesh.
“Hmm. This isn’t right.”
