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glorious throb. Once the storm inside me calmed, I tried to scoot back up. There was no way I could have him give me a third orgasm.
We stared at each other, and after an awkward few moments, I spoke. “Do you…um…” I licked my lips, glancing at his erect pierced cock, and then I returned my eyes to his and asked. “Do you want me to…um…you know, return the favour?”
“Fuck, no! I can’t believe I touched you like that! Jesus. Fuck, Lorena, I told you I have no control with you anymore. It shouldn’t have happened. Why the fuck did you let me do that to you?” he shouted.
I noticed the change in him immediately. His body went rigid and there was an instant shift in his stance. Riccardo was looking at me with piercing, hard eyes. Gone was the lust and gone was the hope of this ever becoming a reality.
He quickly dressed while I lay there still completely bare, not being able to move. I couldn’t look at his face, so I looked at his chest and my heart fluttered and my throat tightened at the thought of all the things I wanted to say to him. No words came out. Where did my nerve go?
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Lorena. I should never have let it get this far. Get dressed,” he said in a hushed tone.
“Where did you put my clothes?” I asked him, barely recognising my own voice. I heard the tremor in my voice, and knew that I was probably shaking slightly, because I felt like I was going to pass out.
He avoided eye contact with me when he passed me my clothes. “Forget about me, Lorena. I can’t emphasise it enough that I am no good for you. You need to find someone your own age, someone who will treat you right, like the princess you are.”
His words stopped me in my tracks. Did he realise what he just said? The expression on his face told me he hadn’t. But he said them and those words were hanging between us, flaring up my emotions again.
“Damn, I just can’t say or do anything right.” He smashed his fist against the wall and I noticed the way his bicep clenched and flexed, causing me to flinch but feel desire all at the same time.
God, he infuriated me. I quickly dressed and finally I spoke in a clear voice. “I’m glad you said something, but I am sick of all the conflicting emotions you are sending my way.”
I didn’t want to hang around and hear his bullshit rejection of me again. I put myself and my feelings out there today and it worked, for a while. He let me have a taste of what was to come, but what did he do? He shut me down. I knew that being with Riccardo would hurt and anger my father, but I was prepared for the consequences or the punishment.
“I agree. You’re right,” I continued.
“Lorena…” he said, his voice full of anguish.
“No, you go back to your whores and I will go find my prince charming, exactly how you suggested,” I told him, my heart breaking. I couldn’t look at him. I turned to make my way up the stairs and back to the safety of the kitchen. I couldn’t think because if I did, all I would remember was his lips against my body.
So, I was taking his advice and I was running. It was the best option. I was hurting and I needed to escape. He was right. I had to put this behind me; otherwise, my pain would only get deeper and I was already in agony over him.
I had to face the fact that Riccardo was no longer going to be my future.
CHAPTER SEVEN
RICCARDO
I half expected Lorena to slam the cellar door as she exited, but she didn’t. She calmly left and softly closed the door. Fuck, I am such a fucking prick. My self-hatred and anger escalated rapidly. Why the fuck did I have to go and give in to her? She was toxic to me on a normal day, but after almost half a bottle of scotch, I was totally uncontrollable around her. Damn Stefano and his scotch. I thought I was tense before, but that was nothing to the tension level flooding through me. The guilt ate at me.
I thought I'd be able to stop at one kiss but I should have known better. I totally lost
We stared at each other, and after an awkward few moments, I spoke. “Do you…um…” I licked my lips, glancing at his erect pierced cock, and then I returned my eyes to his and asked. “Do you want me to…um…you know, return the favour?”
“Fuck, no! I can’t believe I touched you like that! Jesus. Fuck, Lorena, I told you I have no control with you anymore. It shouldn’t have happened. Why the fuck did you let me do that to you?” he shouted.
I noticed the change in him immediately. His body went rigid and there was an instant shift in his stance. Riccardo was looking at me with piercing, hard eyes. Gone was the lust and gone was the hope of this ever becoming a reality.
He quickly dressed while I lay there still completely bare, not being able to move. I couldn’t look at his face, so I looked at his chest and my heart fluttered and my throat tightened at the thought of all the things I wanted to say to him. No words came out. Where did my nerve go?
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Lorena. I should never have let it get this far. Get dressed,” he said in a hushed tone.
“Where did you put my clothes?” I asked him, barely recognising my own voice. I heard the tremor in my voice, and knew that I was probably shaking slightly, because I felt like I was going to pass out.
He avoided eye contact with me when he passed me my clothes. “Forget about me, Lorena. I can’t emphasise it enough that I am no good for you. You need to find someone your own age, someone who will treat you right, like the princess you are.”
His words stopped me in my tracks. Did he realise what he just said? The expression on his face told me he hadn’t. But he said them and those words were hanging between us, flaring up my emotions again.
“Damn, I just can’t say or do anything right.” He smashed his fist against the wall and I noticed the way his bicep clenched and flexed, causing me to flinch but feel desire all at the same time.
God, he infuriated me. I quickly dressed and finally I spoke in a clear voice. “I’m glad you said something, but I am sick of all the conflicting emotions you are sending my way.”
I didn’t want to hang around and hear his bullshit rejection of me again. I put myself and my feelings out there today and it worked, for a while. He let me have a taste of what was to come, but what did he do? He shut me down. I knew that being with Riccardo would hurt and anger my father, but I was prepared for the consequences or the punishment.
“I agree. You’re right,” I continued.
“Lorena…” he said, his voice full of anguish.
“No, you go back to your whores and I will go find my prince charming, exactly how you suggested,” I told him, my heart breaking. I couldn’t look at him. I turned to make my way up the stairs and back to the safety of the kitchen. I couldn’t think because if I did, all I would remember was his lips against my body.
So, I was taking his advice and I was running. It was the best option. I was hurting and I needed to escape. He was right. I had to put this behind me; otherwise, my pain would only get deeper and I was already in agony over him.
I had to face the fact that Riccardo was no longer going to be my future.
CHAPTER SEVEN
RICCARDO
I half expected Lorena to slam the cellar door as she exited, but she didn’t. She calmly left and softly closed the door. Fuck, I am such a fucking prick. My self-hatred and anger escalated rapidly. Why the fuck did I have to go and give in to her? She was toxic to me on a normal day, but after almost half a bottle of scotch, I was totally uncontrollable around her. Damn Stefano and his scotch. I thought I was tense before, but that was nothing to the tension level flooding through me. The guilt ate at me.
I thought I'd be able to stop at one kiss but I should have known better. I totally lost
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