14. Lazaro

14

LAZARO

A s I guide Diana up the back stairs, it’s all I can do to keep from pressing her against the wall and taking her right then and there. But I want to protect her from my family's prying eyes and give her the dignity she deserves.

We reach my room, and my tether on control breaks. The moment I shut the door, I push her against it and kiss her hard as my body grinds against her. The intensity of my attraction to Diana is overwhelming. Every part of me is screaming to be with her, to possess her. My hands move up her body, exploring the curves that I've been longing to touch.

Diana's lips are warm and soft, and I can't get enough of her taste. I’m eager to touch her skin, to sink into her hot, wet body and make her mine. My hands are frantic as they fumble to remove her clothes. I finally get the top of her dress open, her tits free from her bra, and I swoop in to suck her hard, pink nipples. She moans softly, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer. Her desire matches my own, and it fuels the fire inside me.

I slide the skirt of her dress up until it’s bunched around her middle. I’d like to have her naked, but the beast inside me can’t wait any longer. I tug her panties down, my fingers sliding through her pussy, finding her wet, so wet.

“Fuck, I’m burning up,” I say against her tit. My hands quickly undo my pants. I lift her leg, hooking it over my hip, and then I drive in, hard and fast, causing her to gasp. I wish I could slow this down. Take my time. Give her the gentle, slow buildup she deserves. But I’m helpless against the need driving me.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as if she’s holding on for dear life. Her hips rock with me, in perfect sync as I plunge inside her again and again. Our breaths come in harsh pants. Each time I thrust in, the door behind us rattles. Anyone walking by would surely know I was fucking her against my door. So much for being discreet.

“Oh, God,” she gasps, her head tilting back to knock on the door.

I cup her tit, leaning in to suck it again as I push in, grind against her.

She lets out a feral moan and her pussy locks around my cock. Pleasure spikes, flooding my cells with the most incredible sensations. I continue to fuck her, drawing out the pleasure, wishing I could make it last forever.

Soon, I’m depleted. I collapse against her, not sure how I’m still standing. I lean my forehead against hers, savoring this moment of connection with her. A sense of gratitude fills me. With Diana, I don't feel the pressure to remember who I was or to be someone I'm not. She accepts me as I am now, scars and all.

Opening my eyes, I see the acceptance in her gaze. There's no expectation, no demand for more than I can offer.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time,” she says.

I laugh. That’s another thing she’s brought me. I don’t know that I’ve ever smiled and laughed so much. Diana doesn’t just soothe. She brings lightness.

“Good to know.” I step away, wanting to strip us both and take her to my bed. With the edge off, I can fuck her again this time slowly, with more tenderness and care.

She begins to straighten her dress.

“You might as well take it off,” I say, kicking my pants off. “We’re nowhere near done.”

She bites her lip, and I tense, worried she wants to leave.

“I should probably get going.”

“Why?”

She shrugs. “I have to work tomorrow?—”

“You work here. All the more reason for you to stay.”

"I don't have anything to wear in the morning. And what if someone sees me?"

I understand the real concern isn’t about clothes, but about being caught with me. I understand her worry, but I'm not ready to let her go just yet.

“We can go to your place, but as you can see, my bed is bigger, which will make it more comfortable for me to give you unspeakable pleasure. So much so, you’ll never want to leave.”

Her lips twitch upward as a lovely blush creeps across her cheeks.

"As for getting caught," I continue, pulling her closer, "I'll sneak you out before dawn. We'll be like teenagers sneaking around. Could be fun."

She laughs softly, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe, but admit it, you’re tempted."

Diana rolls her eyes, but I see acquiescence in her. "Fine, I'll stay. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you entirely."

"Deal.” I guide her to my bed, stripping our clothes along the way. I take my time exploring every inch of her body, discovering what makes her moan, what makes her sigh. And then she turns the tables, pushing me back, straddling my thighs as her hands and lips burn a trail along my skin. And then she takes me in, riding me to oblivion.

When we finish, I wrap my arms around her. As she relaxes into my embrace, I feel a sense of peace I haven't known in a long time. With Diana here, the demons that usually haunt my dreams seem far away. I fall asleep feeling more content than I can ever remember.

I wake up with Diana in my arms, her warm body pressed against mine. The room is dark, but I can see her face in the faint light seeping through the curtains. She looks so peaceful, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She is so fucking beautiful, the way her red waves fall around her face, the pink hue to her cheeks.

I can't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her skin against mine. I brush my fingers gently over her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin. She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She smiles, and it's like the sun breaking through clouds. Her warmth radiates through me, chasing away the shadows that usually linger in my mind.

I lean in, pressing my lips against hers in a slow, tender kiss. She responds eagerly, her hands reaching up to cradle the back of my head. The connection between us is electric. I feel alive in a new way.

I slide my hand down her back, feeling the curve of her hips, the swell of her waist. She moans softly, her breath hitching as I continue to explore her. Yes, my dick is hard and heavy, but I feel in control, so I take my time. I play with her nipple and then slide my hand down between her thighs, finding her wet.

“Were you dreaming of me?” I ask.

“Who needs a dream when you’re right here?” She closes her eyes, savoring my touch as I finger her pussy.

I watch her, the way her breath hitches, her lips part, her head tips back as I push her up and up in pleasure. And then her body arches, her mouth forming a perfect O as her orgasm slides through her. It’s so fucking amazing.

I move to cover her body with mine to take my own pleasure, but again she pushes me back. “One good turn deserves another.” Her fingers wrap around my dick and stroke, forcing me to surrender to her. So I do. I lie back, letting her touch me. She doesn’t seem put off by my scars. Scars that tell a story of a violent past. I wonder how I’m still alive.

She wraps her lips around the tip of my dick, and all thought rushes out of my head. There’s only the most incredible sensations as she sucks and licks until my balls contract.

“Fuck,” I moan as my hips buck up and I empty, coming in her hot mouth.

When my breath returns, I hold her. “We should stay here all day.”

She rests her head on my chest. “That would be nice, but I have to get to work.”

I wish I could tell her to quit and let me take care of her, but I know that won’t happen. “You can take a day off. Besides, work's overrated. Stay. I'll make it worth your while."

She laughs, disentangling herself from me and gathering her clothes. "Tempting, but I like my job. I want to stay on Anna’s good side. I already took a few hours off last night.”

"Tell her you’re polishing the family jewels," I suggest with a wink.

Diana throws a pillow at me. "Can I use your shower?”

I rest my hand behind my head. “Sure. Need help?”

She wags a finger at me. “You’re insatiable.”

“It’s your fault.” I watch her fine ass as she enters my bathroom. It’s all I can do to keep from joining her. Since I don’t want to push my luck, I decide instead of another round of sex, I’ll go down to the home gym to work out.

By the time Diana emerges, I'm in my gym shorts, but still shirtless. She looks fresh and put-together, a far cry from the delightfully disheveled woman of moments ago. I pull her in for a deep kiss, savoring the taste of her.

"Sure I can't convince you to play hooky?" I murmur against her lips.

Diana sighs, resting her forehead against mine. "You know I can't.”

“How about dessert later?” It’s a little embarrassing how much I need her.

“As much as I’d like that, you can’t be interrupting me at work. You’re too distracting.”

“Distracting, huh?” I like that more than I should. Perhaps it's because I don’t want to be the only one in this situation who is helpless against this pull.

She pats my cheek. “You know you are.”

“Dinner later, then?”

She nods. “And dessert.”

I kiss her again, not wanting to let her go. Then I walk her to my door, feeling a pang in my chest. It's ridiculous since I'll see her in a few hours.

I open the door to find Lana standing there, her raised fist hinting she was about to knock. Her eyes widen as she takes in Diana, her hair still damp from the shower. Shock flashes across Lana's face, quickly followed by disapproval.

Fuck.

Lana’s gaze shifts to me, taking in the scars on my chest, and her expression crumples, a look of pain and guilt. It suggests that they hadn’t been there three years ago when I’d gone missing.

Diana mumbles a hasty goodbye and hurries past Lana, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I feel a surge of frustration and concern. I hadn't wanted her to leave like this, especially not with Lana's arrival complicating things.

Before Lana can say anything or potentially follow Diana, I step back, gesturing for her to enter.

"Come in," I say.

Lana hesitates for a moment, her gaze turning down the hall after Diana.

“You wanted to talk to me,” I say gruffly, pulling her attention to me.

As Lana steps into my room, her eyes dart around, taking in the rumpled sheets and no doubt the scent of sex. I brace myself for the inevitable interrogation.

“The help, Lazaro? Really?”

My jaw clenches. “I’m beginning to wonder why you looked so hard to find me and bring me home.”

Pain flashes in her eyes, and I fight against the guilt I feel at causing it. But Jesus, she’s such a hard ass, busting my balls all the time. Had it always been like that between us?

“You’re my brother, that's why.”

I shake my head, finding a T-shirt and tugging it on. “Were you always poking your nose in my life?”

She sighs. “I’m worried about you. You need time to heal and adjust?—”

“I’m not a child,” I bark at her, sounding like a petulant teenager. “You seem to think that because I don’t have memories, I’m incapable of managing my life.”

She flinches at my tone but presses on. "That's not fair. You know I only care about your well-being."

"My well-being? Is that another way of saying you need me to get my memory back? Because that seems to be all anyone cares about these days."

"Of course I want you to remember," Lana snaps. "You're my brother, and you've lost years of your life. Good years, Lazaro."

"Maybe I don't want to remember!" The words burst out of me before I can stop them. "Did you ever think of that? Maybe I don't want to be the person I was before."

Lana recoils as if I've slapped her. "How can you say that? Don't you want to know who you are?"

"I know who I am now," I growl. "I'm not a killer or a 'mad dog'. And I'm sick of being judged for things I can't even remember doing."

The hurt in Lana's eyes is palpable, but I can't stop the words from pouring out. "You all want me to be someone I'm not anymore. You want the old Lazaro back, but he's gone. And I'm not sure I want him to come back."