All Chapters of Contracted To Him By Her Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

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 t

"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

"Don't you know how foolish I feel?" Sarah whispered, looking down. "Meeting them now..What must they think of me? I feel like I'm on display, your mystery mate who has shunned them for more than a year." Lorenzo made a pained noise before taking a hesitant step toward his omega before wrapping his arms around Sarah and dropping his forehead to hers. He brought his hands up to cup Sarah’s face. "They'll know whose fault it was, Cara. I'll make sure of that," he promised huskily. "How?" "I'll get them to believe that I really was too possessive to share you with them. They'll believe that I wanted you all to myself." "But that would make you look..." Sarah struggled to find the correct word. "Insecure. Maybe." He shrugged. "Or maybe they'll take one look at you and understand why I'd react like that." "What do you..?" Lorenzo thumbs pressed to her soft lips, silencing the question. "Il mio sciocca piccolo coniglietta," Lorenzo chided, voice soft and endearing. "I ma

Sarah’s entire body went rigid as Lorenzo’s lips gently nuzzled against hers, demanding nothing, just exploring the unfamiliar contours of her generous mouth. Lorenzo’s hands moved from where they were braced against the wall to tenderly cup Sarah’s face, fingertips meeting in the middle of her brow and palms resting on either side of her jaw. Lorenzo’s mouth gradually demanded more, moving insistently against Sarah’s until she sighed and melted against her husband as her own mouth explored Lorenzo’s. His tongue, tasting of mint, ran over Sarah’s lips seeking entry into her mouth, and she opened up for Lorenzo, wanting this so much that she ached. Sarah’s hands fluttered up wonderingly, cupping Lorenzo’s jaw in an effort to bring him even closer, and he was happy to oblige, his kiss going even deeper than before. Sarah felt as if she were being consumed by Lorenzo, greedily eaten alive and absorbed into him. It was the most intense experience of Sarah’s life, and from the way