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The door on my side of the car opens, and he reaches over me. His hand grazes across the shirt hugging my stomach before he unbuckles my seatbelt. I glare back at him when he stands up and gestures for me to get out of the car.
“Do I need to carry you? Or are you going to be behave?”
Swinging my legs out of the door, I stand next to the car. Renzo reaches into the backseat to grab my bag, and without thinking I push away from the car.
It’s now or never.
Two steps. I make it two fucking steps before I feel his large hand wrap around my wrist and yank me backwards. My back crashes into the side of the car and a painful grunt rises from my chest. Renzo stands in front of me and takes a step towards me. I have nowhere to go as he uses his body to press me against the car.
“It appears you don’t like to do as you are told.”
I scoff at his words, as his fingers trail down my jaw before grabbing my chin and forcefully tilting my face up to his. My heart is currently thumping in my chest as he firmly wedges me between his body and the car.
“You can behave,” his words as dark as the look in his eyes, “or I can teach you how to behave.”
“You can try,” I retort back, “Frank has been trying to keep me in line for years.”
He releases my chin, and I stop breathing as his hands roughly trail down my torso until they reach my waist.
“I’m am certain that my methods are quite different from Frank’s,” his words deep as I am thrown over his shoulder and carried into the house.
What the fuck does that even mean?
ChapterNine
Lorenzo
As intriguing as I find her, she is fucking infuriating.
One hand on her ass slung over my shoulder and the other holding her bag, I carry Ava into the house. Fighting to free herself from my grip, her fists pound on my back as she yells to be put down. She is strong for being such a petite thing, but she is no match for me.
With ease, I carry her up the stairs and down the hallway. Passing the rooms normally reserved for our guests, I take her all the way to the end of the hall. Opening the door across the hall from mine, I carry her into the room before dropping her bag and kicking the door shut with my foot.
She has stopped screaming and her body is obviously fatigued, but she continues to slowly pound her heavy fists against my back as I carry her towards the bed. Tossing her off my shoulder, her body splays out on the bed momentarily before she rolls and scrambles to the floor, putting the bed between us as a buffer.
Once standing she plunges her hand into the front pocket of her shorts, pulling out a boy scout sized pocket knife. Flipping it open, she waves it in my direction.
Her eyes are a mixture of fury and fear, “Do not fucking touch me.”
Actually offended by her accusation, I feel my eyes narrow and my brow furrow.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I turn towards the door, “I am not the kind of man that takes it.”
Opening the door, “I am the kind of man that gets beggedforit.”
My words are a deep whisper when I turn back to face her, “And then begged to stop when they can no longer take the pleasure.”
Her mouth gapes at my words, and for moment I think about what it would be like to fill that filthy mouth of hers. The things I could make her do with those pouty pink lips.
Fuck.
“This is your room,” my words gruff, “until I figure out what it is I am going to do with you.”
Storming into the hallway, I pull the door shut with a slam behind me before crossing the hall and entering my own room. Slamming that door behind me as well, my hand is immediately grabbing my hard cock through my pants.
Fuck! This is not like me.
In this moment I am not in control of myself. My thoughts are consumed…her soft, pale skin in the palm of my hand and how easily I could mark her…the way her breath stops when I get too close and how I could be the one to withhold it from her…her perky round ass cheek being enveloped by my hand as I repeated strike her with my palm.
