Lorenzo: A Grumpy/ Sunshine, Dark mafia Romance (Chicago Ruthless Book 3)

I thumb carefully through the well-worn copy of Little Women, wondering who read this book so many times that some of the print has faded. How many times did their hands caress these pages while being absorbed in another world? That’s the true beauty of reading—being able to be anywhere you want while staying right where you are.

Closing the cover, I lift up on my tiptoes and slide the book into its proper space on the shelf. The door opens, and even with my back to it, I know it’s him. It’s been a week since he fucked me on top of the piano in this very room, and despite our agreement that it wouldn’t happen again, it’s happened at least once a day. And again every night. Lorenzo comes to my bedroom every evening after I go to bed, but he never stays, always leaving once I fall asleep.

The room charges with electricity and sexual tension. Every cell in my body responds to his presence, and my breathing grows faster, my heart rate kicks up, as he draws near.

I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, and I shiver with anticipation. Strong hands slide over my hips, pulling my backside against his hard cock.

“You’re a distraction, sunshine,” he says with a low throaty growl, lips dusting over my ear and making goosebumps prickle along my forearms.

A smile spreads across my face. “I am?”

“An addictive distraction. You look good enough to eat.”

“So eat me,” I offer, wiggling my ass against him.

He sinks his teeth into the delicate skin of my neck, biting down and making me yelp from the combination of pain and pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips as he sweeps his tongue over the sensitive flesh, soothing the sting of his bite. Then he presses his mouth against my ear. “Be careful what you wish for, Mia.”

Wetness pools between my thighs. “You could bite every inch of my body like that and you wouldn’t hear a single complaint from me.”

His deep groan rumbles through my bones. “Yeah?”

“Please?” I gasp out the word, pushing my body back against his and letting his heat warm me from the inside. In moments like these, I’d give anything to feel his hands and his mouth on every part of me. To have him fill me up completely.

He grinds forward, his thick cock pressing against my lower back. “Fuck!” Dragging his teeth along the column of my throat, he feeds my desperate need for him with each passing second. “You know what hearing you beg does to me.”

I do know. It drives him wild, and I love it. “Please, Lorenzo,” I whine.

Without warning, he spins me around and sets me on the third rung of the ladder beside us, then drops to his knees, a wicked look on his face. His tongue darts out to lick his full lips, and I nearly pass out from anticipation.

Holy bananas!

With a trembling grip, I grab onto the handrail while Lorenzo slides his hands over my ankles, gliding up my calves and past my knees. He slips them beneath my dress, pressing his palms on the inside of my thighs and spreading them wide open, forcing me up to my tiptoes. His fingers trail higher, and I whimper as he brushes over my panties, softly rubbing my clit through the fabric. I bite down on my lip, my eyes fluttering closed at the warm waves of pleasure radiating from that spot between my legs.

“So easy for me, sunshine.” He releases a dark chuckle. I don’t correct him, too busy shivering as he slowly tugs my panties down my legs.

“Hands behind your back,” he orders as he leans forward.

I do what I’m told but struggle to maintain my balance on the small step. Thankfully, his huge frame keeps me in place while he loops his arms around the back of the ladder, grabbing hold of my wrists and pulling them through the rungs before binding them together with my own panties. He pulls the material taut, and it bites into my skin, making me wince. He presses a kiss on my collarbone that elicits a soft moan from me. He’s so right. I am easy for him.

Then his hands slide down my thighs again and he lifts my ankles high in the air, causing my knees to press into my chest. He places my feet on the handrails on either side of my ass, making it easier to stay perched on the narrow step.

“If you move those feet, you won’t be coming. Understand?”

From the way he has me folded up like a pretzel, I’d have difficulty moving them anyway. I imagine this isn’t the most flattering position I’ve ever been in, but from the fire in Lorenzo’s eyes, he’s sure enjoying it. “Y-yes,” I whimper, waiting for him to touch me as I sit with my dress bunched around my waist and my pussy on full display, tied up and completely at his mercy. A flush creeps over me at the realization of how wet I am and how clearly he must be able to see that.

He drags his pointer finger down my soaking center and I suck in a breath, my back bowing. “So fucking ready for me.” His growl vibrates through my core. “My fingers.” He slips one inside me and I release a rush of arousal. “My mouth.” A trail of heat follows his tongue from my collarbone up to my ear. “My cock?” He arches an eyebrow at me.

“Yes,” I pant, needy and desperate.

He rubs a hand over his beard and stares at me. “But something’s not quite right.”

I frown. “W-what?”

He fists his hands in the material at the front of my dress. “I want to see this beautiful body when I play with you.” In one swift move, he tears my lovely blue dress down the middle. “Much fucking better.”

I feign a scowl. “You owe me a new dress.”

“I’ll buy you twenty.”

I open my mouth to give him a snappy comeback, but he kisses me, stealing my words with his sinfully delicious tongue. He slides his hand between my thighs, toying with my swollen clit, and heat coils deep in my belly.

I moan into his mouth, unable to rock my hips against his hand because of the position he put me in. My moans turn to frustrated whimpers, and he chuckles. “I wonder how many times I can make you come with just my fingers?” His eyes search mine as he presses two thick digits inside me, causing a desperate groan to pour from me. “You feel how easily they slide into your tight cunt? So fucking wet and loose for me. I think you like being tied up, huh?” He pushes deeper, sweeping the pads of his fingers over my sensitive flesh and finding nerve endings that I didn’t even know existed.

My legs tremble. I pant for breath. My eyes squeeze shut as I fight to control the tremors rippling through my body.

Lorenzo brings his lips to my ear. “And if I press right here …” Going deeper, he curls the tip of his middle finger against a spot inside me that has never been touched before. It makes me want to howl like a prairie dog. Instead I shout his name as an orgasm more intense than anything I’ve experienced in my entire life barrels through me with the force of a neutron bomb. “Oh, there she is.”

My body quakes with aftershocks. “W-what did you just do?” I whimper.

“I found your G-spot is all, sunshine,” he says with a wicked grin while he continues to massage my inner walls.

“It was … like nothing …” I blow a strand of hair from my face and smile dreamily. “It was incredible.”

He eyes me with amusement. “Wait until I make you squirt.”

“What?” I gape at him.

His fingers move gently in and out of me, giving my body time to recover. “You heard me.”

“I c-can’t do that. My body doesn’t do that.” I mean I’ve never done that. I’ve seen it on the internet, but I’m not entirely sure it isn’t just pee.

“We’ll see.” He winks and sucks one of my hard, aching nipples into his mouth. Biting gently, he prompts a fresh rush of arousal to pour over his hand. He picks up the pace, thrusting faster. The sound of my wet pussy being fucked by his skilled fingers is loud in the quiet library—and so hot I feel like I might pass out.

“You hear how much your pussy loves my fingers, Mia?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You ready to soak us in your cum, sunshine?”

“I can’t,” I insist.

His eyes narrow and he licks his lips, murmuring something in Italian. Then he places his free hand flat on my lower abdomen, directly above my pussy, and presses firmly.

Aching pulses of pleasure sear through my core. “Oh!”

“Oh,” he parrots with a devilish smirk and curls the tip of his finger along my G-spot again, rubbing firmly. I feel it more intensely because of the pressure of his hand. Holy shit! As if that wasn’t enough to turn me into a gibbering wreck on the verge of melting into a puddle of cum, he straightens out the thumb of his hand pressed on my stomach and rubs the pad over my clit in slow, teasing circles.

I buck against him. With my feet stuck in place and my hands bound to the ladder, I have nowhere to go. “L-Lorenzo, please!”

“You gonna squirt for me?” he teases me.

“I t-told you I c-can’t.” I scream as my back nearly bows in half.

His dark eyes narrow and he drives into me harder and faster, maintaining steady, delicious pressure on my stomach while he rubs my clit. “You sure about that?”

Oh. My. God. My body will explode if he doesn’t let me come soon. “It f-feels too …” I draw in a sharp breath and let it out on a wail. “I don’t feel in control,” I whimper as my eyes flutter closed.

“Look at me, Mia,” he commands, his tone so deep and authoritative that it makes the hairs on my body stand on end. I have no choice but to obey. I force my eyes open and press my lips shut to keep from babbling nonsense. Pleasure fights to take over completely. “You don’t have to be in control here because I am. I’ve got you, sunshine. Nothing bad is going to happen when I have my hands on you. Understand?” His voice soothes every frayed nerve and every doubt in my mind. Doubts that have plagued me for as long as I can remember.

Why do I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone in my life? Lorenzo Moretti is not a good man. He’s a killer. A broken man, still in love with his dead wife. But I find myself nodding.

His gaze burns with fire and longing. “So, relax and give me everything you’ve got, tesoro.”

Tesoro. I have no idea what that word means, but the way it rolls off his tongue feels warm and familiar. I stop fighting the overwhelming sensations flooding my body and allow myself to give in to them. Lorenzo works his fingers faster and deeper, pressing down on my abdomen until the pressure builds to a crescendo.

Oh mother of holy banana fucks!

“I-I c-can’t … hold on.”

“So let go,” he orders. “Let go and come for me.”

Resting my head on the ladder, I arch my back and press the soles of my feet against the metal handrails as an orgasm even more intense than the last one—more intense than anything the world has ever seen—crashes through me like a freight train. I cum so much that I’m sure I drench us both. Every cell in my body trembles with the force of my release, and the wicked devil with those magic hands finger fucks me through it, grunting his appreciation as he does.

“Did I …?” I gasp when I can find my voice again.

“You sure did. You’ve soaked my goddamn pants.”

“Wow!” I pant. I squirted. And it was definitely not pee.

He gently slides his fingers out of me. “Told you.”

I smile at him, my eyes still rolling back in my head, and tug at my restraints on my wrists. “Can you untie me now?”

A smirk plays across his lips as he unzips his pants. “No.”