Chapter 4

Gianna's POV

Four days.

For four whole days, I had avoided him, and I was becoming more nervous every day. I didn't know how to face him after what had happened to me the other day. The altercations with Bryant had been traumatic in a sense, yes, but I was more embarrassed Lorenzo had seen it.

The memory of how he had wrapped me into his embrace sent a warm sensation through my body. The smell of his earthy cologne stuck in my mind as he had brushed his fingers against my skin. Every bit I loved, and yet, I knew I couldn't have him.

The sound of the front door opening drew me from my thoughts, and as I looked out the window, I watched Lorenzo walking to his car. His dark hair was styled to perfection as the three-piece suit clung to his body, showing off the sculpted muscles he hid

Fuck, he's gorgeous.

As if he could hear my thoughts, his sunglass-covered eyes looked towards me, and a smile crested his lip as he slowly turned and climbed into his car. Seeing him go was a disappointment, but a breath of relief.

As a heavy breath escaped my lips, I closed my eyes, relishing in the fact I had escaped another morning with him. Another morning where awkward silence would fill the space between us, and I would reel over a thousand words I wanted to say but didn't have the courage to.

Then again, perhaps that was what he wanted. The entire situation was more than confusing, and I had to figure a way to resolve my conflicts.

"Gianna?" Vivian's voice called from my closed door, pulling me back to the present. My eyes drifted towards the door.

"Uh-yeah!" I called back. "Come in, I'm just getting motivated."

The last thing I wanted was for her to know I had been eye fucking her father. Even if that thought made me sort of excited.

God, what the fuck is wrong with me lately? As the door opened, I smiled, trying to act casual.

Vivian's brow raised slightly as she stared at me with a hint of amusement at the corner of her lips. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, why?" I quickly replied, not trying to seem obvious.

"Because you look like a kid who got caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. I mean, I haven't seen you look like that since summer camp."

Rolling my eyes, I groaned, knowing exactly what she was talking about, but not wanting to relive that memory. I was still pissed at her. "I said nothing. What did you want?"

"Uh-huh." She sighed, shaking her head. "So, I was thinking we could head down to the beach today."

Is she being serious? After the other day...

"I don't know. l'm still not happy with you about the other day." Staring at her, I saw the guilt in her eyes.

She hadn't meant for Bryant to act like that towards me, and when she found out the truth, she couldn't stop apologizing. "I told you I was sorry, Gianna. Please don't let this come between us."

"Dude, he tried to sexually assault me. Thank God your dad was there to stop him." I scoffed as I moved around the room, picking up the clothing I had scattered about.

"I know, and I'm sorry," she pleaded. "He didn't assault you though... so, that's a good thing, right?"

"Vivian!" I snapped. "It doesn't matter if he did or didn't. It was the principle of the fact. You disregarded what I told you and tried to push him on me anyways. That right there was messed up."

"You're being over dramatic-" Stopping in my tracks, I stared at her with shock.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Gianna-"

"No!" I snapped again. "Are you being fucking serious right now with that comment? Because the girl I used to know would never act like that. Ever since your parents divorced again, you have become another person."

Mouth parted and eyes wide, she stared at me, speechless. She knew I was right. There was no arguing what I was saying, because she had changed.

As her eyes filled with tears, I felt the guilt eat at my heart. "How can you say that?"

"Vivian, you know it's true."

"It's not," she sobbed. "I'm still the same person l always have been. Why do you think I have changed?"

"Uh, because you have," I scoffed as I crossed my arms over my chest. "You literally have become another person." Her father had tried to get her to go see a counselor for years, but pride be damned, she refused not wanting to taint her high society image.

Shaking her head, she refused to believe me, "No, I haven't. Please let me prove that to you."

Taking a deep breath, I tried to get past her denial. Perhaps we were talking about it now. I would be able to help fix her. "So, the beach?"

A smile fell across her lips as she nodded. "Yeah, will you forgive me and come?" Taking a moment to think about it, I sighed with a nod as I went against my better judgment.

"Fine. We can go." I had a feeling might regret it later, but then my decisions were never very smart when it came to this girl. I was seriously going to have to learn to say no to her.

Squealing with delight over my response, she quickly threw her arms around me and smiled. "Yes! Get your ass ready. We're leaving in ten."

Before I could protest on how long before we were leaving, she was out of my bedroom to get ready herself, while | was left to ponder the conversation in my mind. Perhaps coming back to Santa Monica for the summer wasn't the best of ideas.

On one hand, I was dealing with Vivian and her lack of common sense, and on the other hand, I was dealing with her father Lorenzo, and the sinful things I wanted him to do to me.

If I wasn't careful, I was going to fall down the rabbit hole just like Alice in wonderland.

***

Four hours later, and lots of drinks on the sand, Vivian and I stumbled through the front door, laughing at the things we had seen through the day. It was nice to spend time like this with Vivian, considering the difference we encountered over the past few years.

Especially after the argument she and I had earlier that morning.

"So, Catherine wants to go shopping after and get a coffee. Are you down to go?"

Vivian stopped at the top of the stairs and stared at me as she swung her car keys around her finger. She didn't need to be driving if she was drinking, but she would not listen to anyone but her father.

Unfortunately, he wasn't here.

"Uh-" I hesitated, thinking about it, "I think I will pass honestly. I want to call my dad and take a shower. You go, though, and have fun."

Her eyes seemed to gloss over me for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders, and pulled out her phone. "Alright then."

I couldn't help but wonder if she had actually been interested in me coming, but as she walked to her room and changed her clothes, I accepted the fact this was just who Vivian was.

So much for trying to help her. My stomach rumbled with hunger as I stepped into my room. I hadn't eaten dinner, and the cook, Lorenzo, was long gone.

"Take out, it is then," I said to myself as I pulled my phone from my pocket and ordered delivery before making my way towards my dresser in search of more comfortable clothing.

"Alright, I'm heading out!" Vivian called to me a few moments later as she walked down the stairs. "Call me if you change your mind!"

"Will do." I laughed, rolling my eyes at her behavior. There was no way I was going out anytime soon.

The only thing I wanted to do was to let the hot water run across my skin and try to take my mind off of everything that had happened over the past few days.

Especially Lorenzo.

Stepping into the shower, I tried to push away the thoughts he created. However, it wasn't as easy as l expected. The thought of his rugged, well-cut body pressing up against me sent sensations to

my core that I couldn't handle. My fingers gently brushed over the sensitive nub between my legs, and with every stroke, it brought me closer to the edge.

"Lorenzo " I moaned softly as I slowly came undone over my fingers.

His plump lips against my own had been enticing. My mind dreamed about his long thick erection pressing through my folds as he dominated me and thrust relentlessly.

There was no stopping the images when they started, and the pleasure that grew in the pit of my stomach grew like a raging fire until I exploded in a cry of pleasure. The hot water washing away the traces of the deed from my skin as a smile lined my lips. I wanted him, and I knew it was taboo, but I didn't care.

At least I didn't think l cared. By the time I was done exploring myself, the water ran cold. Grabbing the white fluffy towel from the rack, I wrapped it around my body and checked my phone for the food delivery I was expecting.

I only had five minutes until it would arrive, and the thought had my stomach rumbling with anticipation. I was starving. Throwing on a black nightie, I ran the brush through my hair just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Shutting off the bathroom light, I skipped down the stairs and froze in place.

A face I hadn't been expecting stood at the bottom, holding my takeout bag. Lorenzo. Oh, shit.

"Hungry?" he smirked, holding up the bag.

"Um-" nodding, I took the last few steps down. "Yeah... a bit."

Hesitation flowed between us as he slowly held out the bag for me to take. But as my fingers reached out, his own brushed against me and a chill ran down my spine.

"You've been avoiding me, Gianna." His words bring me back to reality.

"I-I wasn't." I was trying to avoid him, but I didn't want him to think that. Our situation was already awkward, because as much as I wanted to avoid him. I also wanted him to bend me over these stairs and fuck me till I couldn't stand.

Both decisions were equally confusing, but if I wasn't careful, lust would get the upper hand.

"Yes, you were," he laughed. "Every time I tried to catch you... you were gone. But, I really wanna talk about that kiss." He took a step closer to me, and I couldn't help but step back. The subtle way his body moved enticed me, and it was more than evident if I didn't check myself, I would become nothing but ridiculous in his presence.

"I don't want to. What do you want?" I whispered, my eyes scanning over him as I watched his white smile brighten the shadowed staircase.

"Nothing, I was just going to take care of this." Reaching up, he pulled something from a strand of hair hanging by the side of my face before carefully tucking the strand behind my ear. "There we go."

My breath caught in my throat at the simple action. It was sweet, and yet, I felt like he was holding back on something.

"Thank you." The whispered reply left my lips as his fingers gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"You never have to thank me, Gianna. Anytime you need something.. all you have to do is ask. You know where my office is. I will help you in any way you want."

The statement felt so sinful, but I felt like I was reading too much into it. He was just being nice, he didn't actually want me.

Or does he?

Chapter 5

Lorenzo's POV

When I married Gianna's mother, it was the right thing at the time, well, until it wasn't. I don't regret the divorce though.

When Gianna stood speechless in front of me, staring. The way her teeth bit at her plump bottom lip had my cock going hard in my pants. wanted to bite her bottom lip more than anything, and have thought about it since the moment I laid my eyes on her.

"Let me know if you need anything, anything at all." I said, making sure to maintain eye contact, hoping she would catch onto my subtlety.

"l will let you know if I need anything," she finally said as she looked down. "Thank you for getting my food."

The sweet tenderness of her voice captivated me every time she spoke, but I knew well, deep down, she was more spice than sweet.

"Again, you don't have to thank me. I will be in my office if you need me." I had to get away from her. The longer she stood there in the black nightie she wore, the more I was likely to lose my self-control.

The way her breasts pebbled under the silk tantalized me in ways I hadn't experienced in years. The urge to grab her by her throat and bend her over the stairs was tempting. What I wouldn't do to see her perfect, peach shaped ass bare for me, the glistening juices of her arousal dripping past her slit as I pushed in with all my might.

It took everything in me to turn away from her. Deciding not to waste another moment, I headed down towards my office, looking to escape the desire to gorge on her. The feeling became stronger and stronger every time I was alone around her.

It was one thing to have these thoughts about her, but to act upon them? That was something else entirely.

Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I groaned before letting my hand slide down my face.

I have got to stay away from her. She has no idea what she does to me. Since the moment she had gotten here, I had been toying with her. Testing her to see where her mind was. It may have been wrong, but something about her drove my internal desires crazy. The primal creature in my soul cried out to claim the prize he sought.

From the soft plump look of her lips down to the large dip of her breasts, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to have her thick thighs wrapped around my face as I devoured the very essence of her being. She was everything I desired in a woman, and | swore the gods had sent her before me to taunt me.

To get me to break my oath and prove to me l am not the dominant man I so thought I could be. She may have not realized it, but without even touching me sexually, she was wrapping me around her slowly. A feeling I hadn't allowed to happen in so very long. Yet, there was no way to stop it.

Standing in the middle of my office, I looked at my desk, taking in the amount of paperwork I needed to get done but didn't have the drive to do.

All I could do was think about her. Taking a deep breath, I left my office, heading towards my bedroom.

A cold shower and a stiff drink were what I needed to calm my racing mind. Yet, as I got to the top of the stairs, I could see her bedroom door partially cracked. She was lying on her bed, and damn, did she look more than appetizing?

Taking a moment to admire her, I forced myself to continue walking until I was in the bathroom, and the sound of water running echoed around me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Chapter 6

Gianna's POV

Creaking on the stairs caught my attention just in time for me to watch Lorenzo walk past my open door and down the hall towards his room. I wasn't sure if he had been watching me, but the thought made my heart race. Standing quickly, I made my way towards my door with every intention of closing it.

However, as I looked out into the hall, I noticed his bedroom door open and the sound of running water.

Did he intentionally leave the door open?

I knew I should have just minded my business and closed my door, but then again, I couldn't stop myself from pushing forward towards his room.

Be nice, close the door, and go back to your room, Gianna.

The mantra repeated in my mind, but the closer I got to his open door, the more curious I became. My racing heart all but stopped the moment l saw his naked form in the mirror's reflection behind his bed. Oh Sweet, Jesus.

His perfectly sculpted body stood under the hot caress of the water, with soap running across his body. He seemed to be lost in thought about something, because before I knew it, his hand was running down to his thick erected shaft. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but as if he knew I was watching, his eyes went to the mirror and locked with mine.

Fuck!

He didn't seem to care, though. Instead, he stepped towards the glass shower door and opened it for a clearer view.

His hands stroked over his thick erection while a taunting grin slid across his lips. Almost as if he was waiting for me to join him. Waiting for me to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.

I wanted that too. I wanted him to fuck my mouth and use me in so many ways. Yet, that was wrong of me, I knew. Here I was, watching my friend's father stroke his cock, and I was more than turned on, but something forbidden brought me to my senses.

I all but ran towards my room and slammed my door. My beating heart felt as if it would burst with how nervous I was over being caught.

I was no better than a Peeping Tom, and yet, everything about what I saw I wanted. Never in my life had I seen anything more beautiful than the thick cock he concealed between his legs. It made sense now why they called him the Italian Stallion.

He was hung like a horse, and I knew he knew how to use it. With fidgeting hands, I paced around my room, trying to calm my racing mind. Lorenzo caught me watching him in the shower, and I had no idea what was going to happen next.

Was he going to throw me out? Would he tell Vivian? Something deep inside me told me he wouldn't, but I wasn't sure. Shaking my concerns from my mind, I flipped off the light and climbed into bed. The last thing I needed to do was to keep reeling over Lorenzo Moretti.

An incredibly sexy Lorenzo Moretti.

****

As I slept, the feeling someone was watching me awakened me. I wasn't sure what it was about this house, but no matter what, I couldn't help but feel like his eyes were on me, no matter where I went. The red flickering light of the alarm clock let me know it was somewhere close to one in morning, and as I rolled over, I froze in my place.

Lorenzo stood by my closed door with a glass in his hand and his eyes on me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I quickly sat up in bed.

The sensation of how I felt earlier came crashing through me ten fold, realizing that he had been watching me while I wore nothing but a thin black nightie that left nothing to the imagination.

As a sinful smirk crossed his lips, my heart skipped a beat. "You were watching me earlier. I felt it was only fair."

I thanked the darkness around us for concealing my facial reactions because I knew, without a doubt, I was as red as a tomato from embarrassment.

"I-" Lorenzo held his hand up quickly, cutting me off mid-sentence before he walked towards me.

"You don't have to explain yourself, Gianna."

"No, I do though," I stammered. "I don't want you to think l'm some weirdo."

Laughter escaped him at my comment before a twinkling glint in his eye portrayed something else. Something that made my core clench with anticipation of what he was going to do.

"I told you before, Gianna, I'm not like the guys you know. I'm far more... dangerous."

"I don't care." The breathless remark escaped me almost instantly before I had even thought about what I was going to say. "I mean-"

"Stop, I like your first response better," he grinned. "You express yourself better under pressure."

"I don't even know what to say to that-" | admitted.

"Then tell me this," he replied, stepping closer towards me. "What is it you desire?"

I didn't need to think about that question to answer it, but as much as I wanted to blurt it out, I hesitated, staring deep into his eyes.

He was only within arm's reach of me, and if I went down this road with him, there was no telling what would happen.

"To feel pleasure like no one has ever made me feel before."

The corner of his lip twitched at the sound of my response, and I knew right away what I said affected him. Bringing myself to my knees, I shifted towards him. Even on my knees on the bed, he still towered over me. "Is that something you can do?"

Taunting men wasn't something I was used to doing, but there was something about him that brought out the devil in me. Something about him made me want to do terrible things.

"I could do very terrible things to you, Gianna," he whispered before his lips captured mine, taking my breath away.

The kiss wasn't slow and passionate like I expected it to be. Instead, it was heated and hungry, as if kissing me was the only thing that would satisfy him.

"Don't stop..." I gasped as he pulled away, looking at me with nothing but amusement.

"That isn't how this works, sweet Gianna." His words confused me, but as quick as they came, his hand fisted my hair as he pulled me tight against him and pulled my head back so my eyes were locked with his. "Do you want to know how this works?" he whispered.

Biting my bottom lip, I gasped, feeling his fingers slide down between my thighs, into my panties, to my soaking wet core that craved his attention. Slowly but surely he ran his fingers across my slit, teasing my sensitive numb before diving deep inside me and then retreating.

"You didn't answer me," he muttered through clenched teeth.

"Yes!" I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. "I want to know."

Seemingly satisfied with my response, he smiled, "I won't fuck you until you beg me to. And even then, you have to be a very very good girl, Gianna. Can you be a good girl?"

"Yes-" I whined.

"Yes, what?" he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of the shit he was into.

"Yes, sir. I can be a good girl." Without warning, he released me.

"Good. Get some sleep."

Shock filled me. He was ending things like this.

I wanted more, and as I saw him turn and walk towards my door, I couldn't help but feel angry and empty.

"That's it?" Stopping mid-step, he turned, looking at me over his shoulder as he chuckled,

"For now."

My mouth hung open at his response, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean with a smile before walking out of my bedroom, closing the door behind him. He turned me on, kissed me, and left me wanting

more.

Lorenzo was more than I expected him to be. He was a sadistic Dom with a hunger for everything dark and dangerous. His desire to make me his good girl was clear tonight when he had me respond, yet he didn't realize one thing I loved a challenge.

Game on, motherfucker. I can be a devil too.