Chapter 6: Lorenzo

"Well, you're in my room and I wasn't expecting you I was expecting Evie" she says as if I'm supposed to care who she was supposed to be waiting for.

Granted... if she had told me that she was waiting for a man to come to her room and she was wearing that then I'd probably have had an issue.

No one knows I'm here except my trusted men, and Cody is protective over his sister, who is currently dating my cousin, Luca, and his cousin, who is currently standing with her hands on her hips, watching me like a hawk.

I don't say anything; I simply shut the door and lean against the wall. My suit is still in pristine condition, and my basic need to let some relief out is washed away by all that I have learned about this woman today.

She's mysterious and I don't mind a bit of mystery let alone something that comes with beauty and fire. She's just what I need in life.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you here for a reason?"

I keep silent once again because I don't know what else to do. If I move then I'm going to be moving toward her and the last thing I want to do is scare her away.

"No? Then I will have to ask you to leave. Nice seeing you again" she says and turns away from me but before my brain can connect to the whole "do not move" conversation my arms wrap around her front and pull her flush against me.

Her body stiffens under my touch but I don't let go. I've known her for 6 hours and my body already wants her.

Her kicking starts and she catches me in the shin before she tries to slam her head back into my face, almost catching me off guard because I was protecting my nuts from being demolished by her feet.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you" I whisper into her ear but it doesn't do much to settle her so I go with my next tactic.

"If my sister or even my mother found me like this with you kicking, I'd be 6 feet under with a tombstone engraved as *ssh*l* in Italian. I'm not going to hurt you; I'm just curious," I say. This seems to get her to stop thrashing in my hold.

"You promise you will keep your distance and not hurt me or shoot me or do whatever you mafia men do?"

I smirk at her knowing she's probably googled me and the 'suspicions' that come with being a Moretti so I know she has knowledge of who I am.

"Sweetheart, if I wanted to oust you, I would have done that the first time around for you calling me a moron," I say as I let her go and watch as she pulls some leggings and a baggy top out of a suitcase.

"Can you... like, can you turn around? It's a bit weird you watching me dress"

I could probably laugh at her if I wasn't so drawn to what was beneath the purple-black robe.

Her bare legs are on display I can't help but keep looking at them. Her olive skin is so natural and beautiful that I'm tempted to just think f*ck it and look at the rest of her but I don't.

I turn around, but in the corner of the mirror I can see her stomach and hips, and my fingers itch to touch, but my d*ck is currently pressing for his turn to see, so instead I adjust myself and clear my throat to stop the groan from leaving my mouth because I would more than likely receive more than an attempted headbutt or shin kick.

"I'm finished," even though I knew she was done because I watched her peachy *ss go into those leggings, and now I have to think of my grandmother just to stop any sense of pain rushing south.

"Great," I mutter as I spin around and head to the living area chairs.

"So why are you here?" She asks me, but my silence is met with a huff and then the door being knocked on.

"I'll get it," I say as I draw my gun from the holster, and then I head over to the door and look through the peephole to see who's coming up to her room.

"Room service," I tell her as I lower my gun and open the door. I take the food and close the door, which earns me a hard stare from Isabella.

God, her name is f*ck*ng perfect. She... is f*ck*ng perfect. Pure and innocent, whereas I'm cold and dark.

"Eat up," I say with a commanding tone, but I actually want to be soft towards her; I just don't know how.

"So what is it you do every day if not crushing people?"

Feigning annoyance, I point a finger at my chest as if to say, "Who? Me? Hurt others?" Then I actually want to laugh but I stick to smirking instead. Simply because my legs are spread as I sit back in the chair, eyeing her.

Hair, Her beauty, her body, her long Dark brown hair which flows down her shoulders and over her peachy breast.

Sweet mother of all sins. And I have committed many sins.

"You're bold, you know," I say while watching her eat her food. She's not afraid of me, which is new. Some of the looks I've sent her way today would make a grown man piss himself.

"And how's that Lorenzo?"

"Grown men don't even speak to me the way you have. Not when they learn who I am and what I stand for. The things I do"

I'm a man of fewer words; I observe, I take partial notes, and I listen to valuable information.

I have Dante and Rafael to be the voice in reason, but she—I feel like she will bring the devil she doesn't know out to play one day, and it's going to be so f*ck*ng sweet.

"Hmm." I watch her finish her pizza, and then I take my chance to study her when she's at her most relaxed stage and not wanting to throw me out of her window.

"You're not scared of me because you've had worse or because other people have hurt you?" I asked, not thinking about what it was that I was getting at myself.

"No one said anything about hurting- Hold up... What do you know?"

"Everything," I simply tell her because there's no use in lying. Not to myself nor to her.

"Did Cody tell you this?" She snaps, standing up. "Did he mention what you're looking for? That I'm damaged around men because of what—because I was hurt years ago?"

"No. I simply read your police reports and saw your photos that they took that night," and believe me when I say I saw them, I f*ck*ng saw them.

After getting access to everything I wanted to know, I found myself staring at the marks on her neck. Visible, huge hand prints travelled around the back of her neck, and it only made me even angrier.

She couldn't even say anything, so she simply went over to the bed and kept quiet. Any normal person would know that is the cue to leave. To give her space, but thankfully I don't give a sh*t about space.

"Has anyone ever given you an orgasm?"

I'm met with a scowl and her silence, which only tells me that they haven't.

"They can help you relax, you know. Given from the right person and the way the body reacts around them, it can help," I say as I sit next to her on her bed.

Not moving.

Not thinking straight, clearly.

But she doesn't move away either.

Touching her leg, I inch my hand up further. Slowly but surely getting to the apex of her thighs over her leggings, she doesn't move apart from opening up to me a little more.

I don't try to kiss her. I don't put my weight on her but what I do end up doing is slowly running my hands up and back down her legs.

"I've never-"

"Shh. I got you, princess"

"Don't do this out of pity. I don't even know you. I don't want to know you," she mutters as her body becomes lax and her breathing reaches a certain point of 'Barely there' but also 'so f*ck*ng needy' which pleases me more.

"One night. Give me this one night to relax you and let me get you off my mind"

"I won't f*ck-"

"I don't want to f*ck you, Isabella," I tell her that obvious lie because why else would my c*ck spring to life if nothing else.

Once she's fully relaxed and laid down, I inch my hands to pull her pants and underwear off, giving me a great view of her from the waist down, and Christ almighty, she is still f*ck*ng beautiful!

I don't do anything but stare at her face, watching her as her body tenses and shakes but she doesn't get me to stop.

"You need to tell me if you want me to stop Isabella"

She nods her head, which irritates me more.

"Words princess. I'm not moving my hands until I hear you say it"

Her eyes snap open to mine, the worrying crease in her brow leaving and her breathing returning to normal again.

"I want you to touch me Lorenzo I do I'm just scared"

"I know. Just relax for me," I tell her as I glide a finger on the inside of her thigh, leading towards her warmth.

Her eyes never stray from mine, which makes me want to go straight in and feast until I can no longer breathe.

Sliding a finger inside her, I continue to watch her expressions turn from worry to desire and I watch her whole body respond to me. To my touch.

"That feels good Lorenzo" she says but she's panting her words out, which only spurs me on more.

After spending 10 minutes with my fingers inside her, I dip my face and lick once. I promised myself one time and she's given it to me. She's trusting me to protect her this way and every other way and I can't help but dive straight in for more.

"You taste good. So f*ck*ng good, Isabella" I can't help the praise that leaves my mouth. She doesn't respond with many words but when I simply order her to "Let go," she does so and my god does she sound and look so good withering beneath me, moaning my name.

Well, I bloody hope it's my name, or I'm going to be hunting for the prick who she is moaning for.

After coming down from her high, I lean up and find her flat-out asleep. Feeling proud and refreshed with her scent all over me, I pull her pants and underwear back up and even when she doesn't budge, I pull the quilt up and kiss her head before leaving her room.