Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
She was an amazing woman, but I didn’t want to marry her. I didn’t want to be forced from one horrible family into another. Everything Lorenzo said about her father was true. Nothing was going to get better after the wedding.
What if Lorenzo could… Do what? Start a war for me? Kill my father and everyone else who would rise to defend him?
No. He wasn’t going to save me.
He didn’t promise you anything but a good orgasm, and he gave you that.
I was a stupid, naive little boy. He wasn’t here to save me; he was here to use me. To take what he wanted and then leave, just like all the boys I’d messed around with in high school until I’d tried to close off my desires, realizing that being used like that wasn’t even pleasurable.
I should have fought Lorenzo. I should have tried to keep my attraction to him better hidden, but I just gave in and let him have whatever he wanted.
And you loved every second of it.
I had. It was even better than my fantasies, nothing at all like the rushed hand jobs I’d had before. I could still feel his hand around my cock, the firm, almost painful grip, the way he talked to me, so filthy and so fucking hot. The way he looked at me, like he saw me, really saw me, and he wanted me.
But that couldn’t be true. Why would he understand anything about me except my desperation to have him fuck me? I was just conjuring another fantasy. He’d been my hero in my dreams, but this was real life. I knew dreams didn’t come true.
I’d been caught up in the fantasy of actually seeing him after all these years. The idea that he wanted me in real life was intoxicating.
Lorenzo had told me to run, but that was easy for him to say. He was the head of his family; he had money and power and the ability to do whatever the fuck he wanted, even sneak into my room with my father right downstairs and make me come harder than I ever had.
Even with months of planning, Alina’s attempt at escape hadn’t succeeded. Why would I think I could get away?
There was no way out. My father would hunt me down just as Ivanov had hunted Alina, and he would make me pay for disobeying him.
If I couldn’t escape, I had no choice but to go along with what my father wanted. My only other option was trying to convince him not to force this marriage, and that was far more laughable than the thought of running away. I didn’t even want to think about what he’d do to me if I told him I didn’t want to be Ivanov’s toy. My father might want to keep me looking presentable for the wedding, but I had no doubt he had ways of hurting me deeply that wouldn’t show.
As I wiped away my tears, I saw something red on the floor. When I looked more closely, I realized it was Lorenzo’s tie. He’d never put it on after he’d gotten dressed. Had anyone noticed? I hoped not, but if they had, he would have come up with a good explanation. He couldn’t have gotten as powerful as he was if he weren’t a proficient liar. My father would never admit it, but Lorenzo wielded far more power than he did. His connections to the Theriots made him too strong to challenge directly.
I leaned over the edge of the bed to grab the tie, then brought it to my face and breathed deeply, drawing in Lorenzo’s scent. When I rubbed the soft fabric against my cheek, more tears fell. I wanted Lorenzo there with me. I wanted him to be the hero I’d fantasized about.
Still holding the tie, I curled up in a ball and pulled the comforter up and over my head. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up to someone pounding on my door.
It took me a minute to orient myself. Why was I still in my robe? Why was I holding a tie? Why was my ass sore?
“If you don’t answer the door, I will be forced to come in.” It was one of my father’s guards.
I shoved Lorenzo’s tie under my pillow, pulled my robe together, and tied it tight. “You can come in.”
“I was sleeping,” I said when he stepped into the room.
He nodded. “Your father wants to see you downstairs.”
“I’ll get dressed and then come down.”
The man took his head. “He said to bring you immediately.”
That couldn’t be good. “Is there anyone else with him? I can’t be seen like this.” I looked down at myself. I didn’t even have any underwear on. If this satin robe slid apart, I’d be fully exposed like I had been with Lorenzo.