Imprisoned

16 | hellbent

WARNING: sexual content

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LORENZO'S POV

I left her room dazed and out of breath. I stood on the other side of her door in the hallway as I tried to adjust my pants to make my boner less visible. It was no use, my dick was so hard it was bound to pop a button from my pants at any moment. No woman has ever gotten me that hard simply off of oral sex, ever. Plus, if I'm having oral sex I'm the one reciving, certaintly not giving. I enjoyed giving her an orgasm, I want to do it again. Hell, I want to do it over and over and over until she can't take it anymore.

When I asked her to drop the towel I noticed something on her leg. Scars, two deep scars that ran along the outside of her thigh. I couldn't see them for long since it was dark and she had moved her body but I definitely saw them. I wanted to ask her what happened but I'm in no position to pry. At the end of the day I am keeping her here against her will.

I heard someone walking up the stairs. I immediately intertwined my hands and placed them in front of the large erection in my pants.

"I've been looking for you," Gio narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion, "What are you doing?"

"None of your business." I snapped.

He rolled his eyes, "Jesus, sorry I asked."

"What do you need Gio?" I was in no mood to be interrogated right now.

"Annabella asked if I could give these to Viviana." He held up a stack full of clothing with two hands. The price tags were still attached to them. "I think she ordered or bought them for her today."

I nodded my head.

"If you want you can give them to her," Gio beamed. He gets this look on his face when he's up to something, the same face he used to make when we were seventeen and sneaking into strip clubs together.

"Why would I want to do that?" I said defensively.

Gio scoffed, "You think I haven't noticed the way you stare at her when she speaks or the way your eyes trail her when she walks out of a room?"

"Lower your voice," I demanded through gritted teeth. We were standing too close to her door for him to be talking about this.

He began to laugh quietly, "Vuoi darle i vestiti o no."

[ translation: Do you want to give her the clothes or not ]

Honestly, I did. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to be close to her. But I knew it wasn't the right time after what we had just done. I shook my head in response and walked across the hallway and entered my room.

I heard Gio knock softly on her door and she opened it. It was difficult to make out the conversation but I listened carefully.

"Thank you, I'll make sure to thank Anabella tomorrow morning."

"Anytime. Goodnight Viviana."

"Night," She said quietly.

Click.

I laid down on top of my black comforter and rested my head on silk pillows. I was exhausted. This has been one of the longest days I've had in a while. I closed my eyes and unbuttoned my pants to ease the discomfort of my erection. I expected it to be gone by now, it's now slightly softer, but not gone.

I looked at the digital clock next to my bed, the white numbers read 12:03am. I shut my eyes once again and tried to sleep, rest at least. I couldn't get Viviana Romano off my mind.