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“Not if you do as you’re told and keep these covered.” I want to watch these cuts heal day by day until her skin is perfect once more thanks to my attention. Then, I want to pick up my scalpel and cut her all over again.
When I’m finished, Chiara turns to me and takes my face in her hands. “Look at you. You’re happy, aren’t you?”
I brush my lips over hers. “Who, me?”
“Competition. Machiavellian schemes. Sex. Blood. These are the things that make my Lorenzo happy.”
I smile and cup the bandage on her thigh. “And what makes my princess happy?”
She traces my lips with her fingers. “You do.”
I gather her closer and lift her up in my arms. Upstairs in my room, I check my phone as I take off my clothes. “Missed calls from Cassius. About a dozen text messages, too.”
Chiara gets beneath the blankets and rests her head on my pillow, her expression sweet and trusting despite all the shit I do to her. “Asking why he can’t get in?”
“Maybe.” I throw my phone aside with a grin and turn back to her.
“Are you going to let him in?”
“Hell, no. I’m not done with you, princess. Now come here.”
10
Chiara
After three days of having sex with Lorenzo at all hours of the day and night, I’ve had more orgasms than I can count and I’m absolutely famished. I don’t know where he’s found the strength to keep going because he’s been existing on nothing but black coffee and sex. I sit up carefully in bed and glance over. Lorenzo’s head is on the pillow and his eyes are closed in blissful sleep. He should be pale and fatigued the way he’s been carrying on, but he’s glowing. I guess a sex diet agrees with him.
My stomach gurgles. Not me. Sex is great but I need food.
As I ease myself out of bed, a strong hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me back down. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Lorenzo, I’m hungry.” I find myself laughing as he nuzzles my neck even as my stomach growls.
“I’ve got something for you,” he mumbles, pushing down the sheets and wrapping his hand around his stiff cock.
“Unless you want me to bite it off, let me go and make a sandwich.”
“If you bite my dick, I’ll spank your pussy until you come all over my fingers,” he threatens with a growl, getting an arm around my hips and pushing my legs open. “Now hold still, I want to make sure you’re good and pregnant.”
“What if I am pregnant? Shouldn’t I eat?”
His eyes open and he frowns. “You’re right. Go eat something, and then we’ll go again.”
I kiss him and slip from the bed, pulling on my underwear and one of his T-shirts to wear as a dress.
Downstairs in the kitchen, the contents of the fridge are dismal. There’s been no fresh food restocked since Lorenzo put the place on lockdown. I hunt through the freezer and find a frozen pizza with a cartoon of an Italian chef on the box.
“Oh, Cassius wouldhateyou,” I tell the pizza with a smile as I open the box and pre-heat the oven.
Twenty minutes later, I’m standing in the kitchen munching happily on pepperoni pizza when Cassius himself strides into the room. He glares at my bed hair, my outfit, and then at the pizza.
“What the hell is going on?” he seethes.
“I was hungry, and Lorenzo didn’t have anything else. Honestly, Cassius, it’s not that bad. You should try—”
“Not the pizza. He’s been fucking you for three days straight, hasn’t he?”
Oh yes, that. I hurriedly take another bite as an excuse not to answer.
