Sarah licked her lips nervously as Lorenzo’s scrutiny dropped to her mouth, and his pupils dilated until his eyes were virtually black, a very thin ring of blue-gray remaining. Sarah’s breath was starting to come in little gasps as she tried to control her own need to move against Lorenzo. Lorenzo’s hips gave the slightest twitch, and Sarah felt herself spasm around her husband. Lorenzo hissed at the movement, his face clenching as he withdrew slightly, only to plunge back into Sarah’s inner chamber welcoming the heat as if he couldn't bear to leave. That was all it took for Sarah’s head to fall back limply and her mouth to open on a soundless scream of ecstasy. The record speed of her orgasm seemed to take Lorenzo by surprise, as well as trigger his own. With a shocked sound and another half thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go, arching backward in the process and coming inside her violently. It seemed to last forever, but eventually his entire body went limp and he h
Lorenzo and Sarah barely spoke over the next week or so, merely coexisting in the same house. Lorenzo insisted that they still have breakfast and dinner together and that they sleep in the same bed, but he never touched Sarah, maintaining the distance that Sarah had insisted on. Some part of Sarah was relieved while another bemoaned the loss of the one bond they had shared. She kept telling herself that it was just sex and it had never meant anything. Besides, Sarah had other, more immediate, concerns. Like the fact that she had thrown up every day for the last week and she was still stricken by dizzy spells at the most unexpected times and that her period was now later than it had ever been before. Sarah was relieved that the intimacies between her and Lorenzo had ceased, because Lorenzo was as familiar with Omega's cycle as she was and Sarah would really prefer absolute certainty before telling Lorenzo anything. She also wanted time to figure out what her next move would be.
Lorenzo was home promptly at six. Sarah was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer, but her subject matter this time around was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled Man's Best Friend, was all about dogs. Sarah, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book. Lorenzo paused in the doorway, and Sarah looked up to see Lorenzo’s arrested eyes on her hair. Lorenzo lifted a self-conscious hand to Sarah’s newly cut hair, knowing that it was a big change. Sarah had had her waist-length fall of strawberry blond hair cut to just below her jaw. The style was straight and sleek, with a feathery fringe, and Sarah loved the way it made her look and feel like a whole new person. Something she was so desperately striving to be. Sarah’s hair had always been long; her father had absolutely forbidden her to
Now Sarah strove to sound flippant about the dog, but the tremor in her voice made a liar out of her. Lorenzo said nothing but he seemed to be struggling with something, his jaw so tightly clenched that Sarah could see the little muscles knotting just below his ears, and his knuckles showed white where his grip had tightened on the book. "What did he do to the dog?" Lorenzo gritted out, sounding like he was chewing nails. "I never knew for sure," Sarah confessed. "Mom said Bamie went to a new family and was happy with them. But I don't know...I always feared that she took him back to the pound." Despite Sarah’s best intentions, tears of long-remembered pain flooded her eyes, and she tilted her chin in an effort to appear casual. "I couldn't sleep for the longest time afterward, imagining how confused Bamie must have been, and on the really bad nights I pictured them taking him into the vet's operating room to be put down, because even though I loved him, he really wasn't c
"Stop staring," Lorenzo groaned, keeping his eyes glued to the road ahead. "You're making me nervous." Yeah right! Mr. Nerves of Steel, who handled the powerful Ferrari with grace and confidence, was nervous. Sarah didn't believe that for a second. She pursed her lips and diverted her eyes to the rapidly darkening horizon beyond her window. They had been driving for nearly forty minutes, and Sarah had no clue where they were or where they were going. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes for a few moments, feeling like the past few weeks of uncertainty were catching up with her. "We're here." Lorenzo’s voice jerked her out of her doze sometime later, and she stretched before sitting up to take stock of their surroundings. The car was already parked in the driveway of a huge house. The place made their, not immodest, house seem like a garden cottage. There were five other sleek and expensive sports cars parked in the driveway, and every light, both inside and out of the ho
Sarah certainly pulled out all the stops when faced with an obstacle, but this was just despicable and so unbelievably obvious. Lorenzo had given her no warning whatsoever. No wonder he was such a successful businessman; he was a master at manipulating a situation to his advantage, and this was a classic example. Give the omega what she wants and maybe her rebellion will subside and she will get down to the business of being a human incubator. "I'm so happy to meet you, Mr. Giovanni," she said softly, taking the man's proffered hand and disguising her anger behind a sweet smile. "Why, just recently I expressed a wish to meet you!" She refused to look at Lorenzo but she sensed Lorenzo uncomfortably shifting from one foot to the other. "And here we are." "Indeed." The other man smiled even though it was obvious, in the way he glanced at Lorenzo , that he knew something was amiss. "I'm glad you overcame your aversion to football and decided to join us tonight. The guys will be delig
Sarah fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame. Her husband, Lorenzo, had disentangled, detached, and distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay on his back beside her,his breathing heavy and ragged. Sarah turned on her side to lovingly trace Lorenzo’s profile with her eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth and slightly tanned skin, but she knew her touch would be rebuffed. Lorenzo’s words, the ones he always said after his climax, still hovered in the air between them and still, after all these months, hurt more than they should have. "Give me a son, Sarah..." With those five words, he killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment, and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological imperative. After eighteen months of the same,Sarah had finally accepted that it would never change. It wasn't an abrupt re
"You must be cold in only that skimpy little thing you're wearing,"Lorenzo observed idly, heading to the fridge for a carton of orange juice. His short black hair was damp and standing up in tufts where he had carelessly towel-dried it after his shower. He wore nothing but a pair of black shorts. He looked as gorgeous as always, and Sarah hated him more than ever for that masculine perfection. "I'm fine."Sarah got up abruptly and headed toward the sink to rinse the mug, but Lorenzo grabbed her elbow to halt her movement. She tensed, shocked by the touch...Lorenzo never touched her outside of the bedroom. In the eighteen months they had been married, married not bonded, this was the first time that she could recall the alpha touching her without it being a precursor to sex. Lorenzo leaned closer to her and lowered his lips to her left ear. She felt Lorenzo’s hot breath on the side of her face before he spoke. "There'll be no more talk of divorce,Sarah ...ever," the alpha told he
Sarah certainly pulled out all the stops when faced with an obstacle, but this was just despicable and so unbelievably obvious. Lorenzo had given her no warning whatsoever. No wonder he was such a successful businessman; he was a master at manipulating a situation to his advantage, and this was a classic example. Give the omega what she wants and maybe her rebellion will subside and she will get down to the business of being a human incubator. "I'm so happy to meet you, Mr. Giovanni," she said softly, taking the man's proffered hand and disguising her anger behind a sweet smile. "Why, just recently I expressed a wish to meet you!" She refused to look at Lorenzo but she sensed Lorenzo uncomfortably shifting from one foot to the other. "And here we are." "Indeed." The other man smiled even though it was obvious, in the way he glanced at Lorenzo , that he knew something was amiss. "I'm glad you overcame your aversion to football and decided to join us tonight. The guys will be delig
"Stop staring," Lorenzo groaned, keeping his eyes glued to the road ahead. "You're making me nervous." Yeah right! Mr. Nerves of Steel, who handled the powerful Ferrari with grace and confidence, was nervous. Sarah didn't believe that for a second. She pursed her lips and diverted her eyes to the rapidly darkening horizon beyond her window. They had been driving for nearly forty minutes, and Sarah had no clue where they were or where they were going. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes for a few moments, feeling like the past few weeks of uncertainty were catching up with her. "We're here." Lorenzo’s voice jerked her out of her doze sometime later, and she stretched before sitting up to take stock of their surroundings. The car was already parked in the driveway of a huge house. The place made their, not immodest, house seem like a garden cottage. There were five other sleek and expensive sports cars parked in the driveway, and every light, both inside and out of the ho
Now Sarah strove to sound flippant about the dog, but the tremor in her voice made a liar out of her. Lorenzo said nothing but he seemed to be struggling with something, his jaw so tightly clenched that Sarah could see the little muscles knotting just below his ears, and his knuckles showed white where his grip had tightened on the book. "What did he do to the dog?" Lorenzo gritted out, sounding like he was chewing nails. "I never knew for sure," Sarah confessed. "Mom said Bamie went to a new family and was happy with them. But I don't know...I always feared that she took him back to the pound." Despite Sarah’s best intentions, tears of long-remembered pain flooded her eyes, and she tilted her chin in an effort to appear casual. "I couldn't sleep for the longest time afterward, imagining how confused Bamie must have been, and on the really bad nights I pictured them taking him into the vet's operating room to be put down, because even though I loved him, he really wasn't c
Lorenzo was home promptly at six. Sarah was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer, but her subject matter this time around was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled Man's Best Friend, was all about dogs. Sarah, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book. Lorenzo paused in the doorway, and Sarah looked up to see Lorenzo’s arrested eyes on her hair. Lorenzo lifted a self-conscious hand to Sarah’s newly cut hair, knowing that it was a big change. Sarah had had her waist-length fall of strawberry blond hair cut to just below her jaw. The style was straight and sleek, with a feathery fringe, and Sarah loved the way it made her look and feel like a whole new person. Something she was so desperately striving to be. Sarah’s hair had always been long; her father had absolutely forbidden her to
Lorenzo and Sarah barely spoke over the next week or so, merely coexisting in the same house. Lorenzo insisted that they still have breakfast and dinner together and that they sleep in the same bed, but he never touched Sarah, maintaining the distance that Sarah had insisted on. Some part of Sarah was relieved while another bemoaned the loss of the one bond they had shared. She kept telling herself that it was just sex and it had never meant anything. Besides, Sarah had other, more immediate, concerns. Like the fact that she had thrown up every day for the last week and she was still stricken by dizzy spells at the most unexpected times and that her period was now later than it had ever been before. Sarah was relieved that the intimacies between her and Lorenzo had ceased, because Lorenzo was as familiar with Omega's cycle as she was and Sarah would really prefer absolute certainty before telling Lorenzo anything. She also wanted time to figure out what her next move would be.
Sarah licked her lips nervously as Lorenzo’s scrutiny dropped to her mouth, and his pupils dilated until his eyes were virtually black, a very thin ring of blue-gray remaining. Sarah’s breath was starting to come in little gasps as she tried to control her own need to move against Lorenzo. Lorenzo’s hips gave the slightest twitch, and Sarah felt herself spasm around her husband. Lorenzo hissed at the movement, his face clenching as he withdrew slightly, only to plunge back into Sarah’s inner chamber welcoming the heat as if he couldn't bear to leave. That was all it took for Sarah’s head to fall back limply and her mouth to open on a soundless scream of ecstasy. The record speed of her orgasm seemed to take Lorenzo by surprise, as well as trigger his own. With a shocked sound and another half thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go, arching backward in the process and coming inside her violently. It seemed to last forever, but eventually his entire body went limp and he h
She could tell that Lorenzo was recalling the events of that night too, his eyes closed once and he gulped visibly letting out a ragged breath and then his eyes dropped to where Sarah’s hands were still restlessly fidgeting with the pencil that had fallen into her lap. He dropped one huge hand over Sarah’s to stop the movement. "I resented you very much," he admitted almost desperately. "Because I felt trapped." "Wrong tense, Lorenzo," Sarah whispered. "Your resentment is still very current." "Things change, Tesoro", he pleaded desperately. "Some things are inexcusable, Lorenzo Matteo," she whispered painfully. "And unforgivable." "We're not getting anywhere with this," Lorenzo groaned in frustration, and Sarah dragged her hands out from under Lorenzo’s. "That's what I've been telling you for the last three days," Sarah pointed out and he bit off a curse before getting up abruptly. Sarah jumped up too to avoid being intimidated by Lorenzo’s height. But she had miscalcula
"Fine." Sarah tilted her head as she ran a contemptuous look over her husband. "How do I take my coffee?" Lorenzo frowned at the question before shrugging. "Black," Lorenzo stated with the utmost authority. "No, you take yours black, I don't drink coffee." "This is pointless," the alpha dismissed. "And juvenile." "Everything about me, or to do with me, is pointless to you," Sarah observed bitterly with a sigh. "That's hardly-" Lorenzo began, but Sarah interrupted him again, barely able to credit his own daring. Sarah had never once stood up to him this way, she was done being a doormat. Just because she was temporarily trapped in this marriage did not mean that she would allow Lorenzo to walk all over her anymore. "Everything except my womb of course." Sarah laughed half-hysterically. "You have a lot of use for that! That's all I am to you, a womb on legs!" "You're being ridiculous," Lorenzo derided. "What about my birthday?" Sarah asked suddenly, still ignoring hi
"Don't touch that!" Sarah snapped impatiently when Lorenzo lifted a pair of cutters that had cost the earth to import. "You design jewelry," Lorenzo whispered in astonishment, his eyes lifting to meet hers and Sarah’s own gaze fluttered away. "Yeah, I do," she ventured nervously, waving at the large portfolio Lorenzo had lifted from one of her other workstations. Sarah had the drawing board for designing, a work table for actually making the jewelry, a small cutting table for cutting wire and shaping semi-precious stones, and her desk, which housed her laptop, for paperwork and correspondence. Lorenzo continued to flip through her portfolio with an absorbed frown, occasionally lingering on a page before moving on. Sarah stood in front of him, fidgeting, waiting for the scathing put down that would undoubtedly follow. Lorenzo suddenly turned the open book toward her. "This is your cousin's engagement set," he observed, tapping at the picture of the diamond and white gold earri