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I bite down on my lip as he tugs open his belt, his other hand still between my thighs.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” he says on a deep groan. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper, feeling able to use that title while we’re alone.
His teeth graze the shell of my ear. “You’re turning into such a good little sub, Mia.”
The tip of his cock presses against my opening and I gasp. “Hold onto the wall while I get inside you,” he orders.
I brace myself against the cool brick, my fingers gripping the edge tightly as he pushes his thick cock inside me. Our height difference is much less pronounced in my six-inch heels and he’s able to fill me without it being obvious to the crowd below. He grunts as he sinks all the way in, making wet heat rush between my thighs.
Oh god. Knowing that people can see us is so hot.
“Fucking Christ, you are wet, sunshine. Soaking for me.” He groans loudly in my ear, his hips stilling as he fills me up completely. He starts to rub my clit again, using the pads of his fingers to coax warm waves of pleasure to rush through my core and thighs.
I press my lips together, careful not to speak unless he gives me permission. But I so want to moan his name as his cock throbs inside me.
“Squeeze my cock. Make me fill you with my come.”
I squeeze and release, my pussy walls pulling him deeper and eliciting guttural growls from his throat. Over and over again, I grip his cock with my inner muscles.
He increases the pressure on my clit. “Holy fuck, tesoro.”
Glancing at the scene below, I see that nobody is paying us much attention now, and I allow my mouth to fall open on a soft moan.
“You’re doing so well, Mia. Being such a good girl for me.”
A whimper falls from my lips, and I bite my cheek to stop any further sounds from escaping.
He nuzzles my neck, biting down on my sensitive flesh, then soothing the sting with a sweep of his tongue. My pussy ripples around him and he grunts in appreciation. “That’s it, sunshine. Come for me in front of all these people.”
With his permission given, the orgasm floods my body, washing over and through me in long, undulating waves. I clamp my lips together and rock on my heels, my back pressing against his hard chest. He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me close as I squeeze him deeper. With an Italian curse, he fills me with his cum. “Holy motherfucker,” he groans, sliding out of me and causing wetness to slick my thighs.
Gripping the wall, I suck in a stuttered breath while he lowers my dress and fastens his pants. My head swims as I come down from the high, but I manage to focus on the crowd. Nobody is looking. Nobody except Lorenzo’s friend, Dahlia. She catches my eye and raises her glass of champagne in a silent toast. I swallow hard. Did she see? Does she know?
I glance back at Lorenzo. He’s looking at Dahlia too, and the change in him is instantaneous. He grabs hold of my hand. “We’re leaving,” he growls.
His jaw ticks, his muscles tense. I want to ask him what’s wrong, but I don’t want to upset him further. Is he mad because Dahlia knows what we were doing? Did I do something wrong? Draw too much attention? He remains silent as he hurries down the stairs, my hand still clasped in his. We almost bump into Tito, who waits obediently at the foot of the stairwell.
“Tell Dante and Max I’m taking the car. I’ll send it straight back for them,” he snaps.
Tito nods and slips away through the crowd, and I swallow the knot of anxiety currently lodged in my throat as Lorenzo pulls me out of the building like it’s on fire. I did everything he asked of me. This can’t be about me, can it? Is he upset about Anya’s friend seeing us together that way?
As soon as we’re alone in the back of the car, Lorenzo sinks against the seat and wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. He presses a soft kiss on my forehead, and I lean into him, loving the comfort and warmth of his body. He doesn’t seem mad at me, but his jaw is still clenched and he’s stiff with tension. I wish he’d let me in and tell me what’s going on with him.
“Are you okay?” I chance asking a question. The rules were for the ball, right? Not for he and I alone in the car.
“I’m good, sunshine,” he assures me. But he says nothing else, and I spend the rest of the drive wondering what went wrong.
ChapterFifty
LORENZO
As soon as the car rolls to a stop, I open the door, too impatient to wait for the driver. Mia’s hand is clasped in mine, and I pull her out with me, hurrying up the path and into the house.
My jaw aches. I stretch my neck, trying to ease the tension there, and quicken my steps, desperate to get her to my room. Mia’s heels click along the marble floor as she breaks into a slight jog to keep up with me. She stumbles, and I curse out loud before scooping her up. Holding her against my chest, I take the stairs two at a time, forcing her to wrap her arms around me to maintain her balance. Her breathing is heavy—stuttered—and it makes those cock-achingly perfect tits jiggle.
“Sir?” she whispers, her voice uncertain. I walk inside my bedroom and kick the door closed behind me before striding toward the bed and setting her on her feet. My pulse races, thundering like a prize-winning stallion. My cock is painfully hard, leaking precum in my boxers. She was fucking perfect tonight. Sheisfucking perfect.
