8. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Lorenzo

I have to be hurting her , I think as I thrust into her in a frenzy, driven by a pleasure that I have never felt with any other woman. I ram home within her, all the way to the hilt, Loving the accompanying screams and moans that she utters.

The sound bounces off the walls of the small office and I want to crow with triumph that I have been able to give her this much pleasure.

She is certainly not the first woman I’ve engaged in this kind of casual sex with. There have been so many women over the years, drawn to my power, my money, or my appearance. Usually, I’m good at compartmentalizing this part of my life—keeping it at arm’s length.

With Dani, however, I find it hard to do that. Something about her speaks to me. She’s so tiny and yet so strong. She’s willing to see me over and over again, despite her good sense, all because she loved her boyfriend and she wants to find out who killed him.

She’s good, clean and unsullied. I also enjoy using her thoroughly, reducing her to a quivering mess begging for me to fuck her.

I should be worried that she will go to the cops. That she will try and link me with Jeremy’s death, but I’m not.

In the few moments when I have examined our relationship more closely, I have been able to see it for what it is: two strangers with chemistry that has little to do with our attraction to one another. There is something deeper between us that brings us together, that makes the sex so soul-crushingly good.

I have no idea if we will ever share anything else but these interludes of incredible passion, but I don’t frankly care.

“Oh, God, Lorenzo,” she gasps, her cheekbone pressed against the glass, her small hands spread out for purchase as I drive into her over and over again, chasing my pleasure with mindless abandon.

“Do you like that?” I demand, wrapping my fist into her hair and tipping her head back. I don’t want her to bruise her beautiful face.

“God, yes,” she whimpers, pressing back into me even further.

Suddenly, I don’t want to be dominating her like this and I pull out of her. She rewards me with a little mewl of sadness and I look down at her wet, pink pussy for a moment, willing myself not to enter her again immediately.

“Come here,” I say to her softly. I release her hair and trail my fingers down her back as I walk to the desk. I sweep everything on top of it onto the floor and lay back on the hard surface. I’m able to fit my upper body and hips on the desk, my legs dangling down over the edge.

“Climb up,” I tell her, offering my hand to her.

She hesitates, her lower lip caught between her teeth, but then she takes my hand and slithers onto the desk. She kneels beside me on the hard surface, looking down at my erection, standing huge and threatening before her.

“You choose how we finish this,” I tell her. “It’s up to you.”

She looks from my straining dick to my face a few times, then smiles a little. She scoots forward so that she can swing her leg over me and then I help her to slowly slide down onto my cock.

“Jesus,” she whispers, arching her back at the intrusion, her eyes rolling back.

“Agreed,” I manage to say, sweat beading on my forehead. I want to pound into her tight little body again, but I manage to hold still.

“This is amazing,” she gasps as she starts to move at her own pace, sliding up and down slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. I feel her wetness seeping onto my belly and over my balls, and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

I reach up and grip her breasts, allowing her to lean forward into my hands to help her balance. She’s riding me harder now, her breasts bouncing with her movements, her skin slapping against mine.

“Make me come, Dani,” I tell her, loving the change in power between us.

“Ask nicely,” she throws back at me, and I grin at her as she rides me.

“Please, Dani,” I beg. “Make me come. Ride me harder.”

“As you wish,” she replies, pressing into my hands harder and increasing the speed of her movements.

The change is all it takes to drive me over the edge and I roar with my release, pumping into her with urgency.

“Lorenzo!” she screams as her own orgasm washes over her, leaving her shaking and trembling on my cock.

“Oh my god,” I groan, gasping for air.

Dani collapses onto my chest, her silky hair spilling all around me. She smells amazing. I bring a trembling hand up to run down her back gently.

“Do you want to go get something to eat?” I don’t know why I say this. I should send her away now that I’ve had my fun. She can only mean trouble for me.

“Sure,” she says drowsily, her breath tickling my skin.

We slowly manage to get dressed again. The silence between us is companionable, however, I find myself relaxing into it. I like spending time with her, which is terrible news overall. I can’t possibly justify this to Vincent.

“Come along,” I tell her, reaching out toward her. She smiles and takes my hand, allowing me to tug her after me back down the hall and through the club until we’re outside in the cool air again.

I send a valet to get my car and then I tug her into my side. My fingers run over her shoulder softly as she leans against me.

We get into my car and I drive us downtown. I pay another valet to park my car and I take her inside a tiny, charming Italian place that belongs to some of my father’s friends from the old days. They usher us back to a private room and pour us my favorite red wine without being asked.

“Such service,” she says with an appreciative smile as she sips on her wine.

I admire the heavy-lidded look that she’s giving me. How could this woman have ended up with Jeremy? She’s far too much woman for him. I can barely keep up with her. I can’t imagine Jeremy being enough for such a queenly specimen.

“I’ve been coming here since I was a small child,” I tell her. “The owners are like family.”

“Which kind of family?” she asks.

I lift a brow at this and take a sip of my wine. “Smart girl,” I praise. “Not that kind,” I assure her.

She relaxes a little in her chair. “I see.”

“Dani,” I say to her. “You said when we met that you needed answers about someone who had died. Have you found those answers?”

Her face freezes for just a moment, and I watch as she forces a bland look back onto her face. “No,” she says with a shrug. “It’s fine. I just wanted closure, I guess.”

I war with myself. Do I tell her that I knew Jeremy? Do I ask her what she really wants to know? I immediately talk myself out of doing that. Just being around me puts her at risk. If she learned about Jeremy, she would be in even more danger. In this case, her ignorance will be her bliss.

“I hope that you come to find it,” I say to her, the sentiment genuine.

A waiter arrives with menus and I look away from the beautiful woman at the table with me to read the menu.

“I’ll have the Arancine,” she says. “And keep the wine coming.”

I nod my approval. The Sicilian fare on the menu is made with old family recipes, and it is to die for. I order my usual and gesture for the waiter to top up our wine glasses before he goes to put in our order.

“So, tell me how you ended up here in the Windy City,” I say to her.

She laughs. “Oh, I came here to become a famous and rich advertising executive.” She rolls her eyes.

“You’re young,” I say. “You still have plenty of time to do that.”

Her laugh is a touch bitter and she shakes her head, making her long hair dance around her. “Fat chance. The advertising world is full of men who think women should still be at home having babies.”

I frown a little. While I don’t have any women in my army of family operatives, most of the management at each of my businesses is handled by women. I hate hearing how defeated she already sounds about her prospects in life.

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right place to work,” I tell her.

She snorts, and the sound makes me smile. “Yeah, sure,” she agrees. “Maybe pigs will fly, too.”

I chuckle with her, enjoying the comfort between us. She’s a delight, as smart as she is funny and I wish that I didn’t like spending time with her so much.

By the time we finish dinner, I’m contemplating having her come back to my place again. I unlock my car and open my mouth to invite her over, when my phone rings. I scowl. I told my staff not to bother me. If someone is calling me, there’s an issue.

“What?” I say when I answer the phone. The number belongs to one of the many burner phones that I give to my guards and I recognize the voice of one of my older and most trusted security team on the phone.

“Boss, there’s trouble at the factory near the docks. I don’t have a lot of details, but we need your help.”

“Be there shortly,” I say and hang up. I look regretfully over at Dani. I was so looking forward to fucking her again.

“Something wrong?” she asks me, her mouth pulled down into a little frown.

“Yes,” I reply. No sense beating around the bush. “Hop in and I’ll take you home before I go to the office.”

She doesn’t hesitate and hurries around the car to climb in. I start the engine and pull away from the curb, my mind worrying over this development.

That is not one of our primary locations, but we do send more…sensitive…items through that building. It seems likely that someone is onto us and is trying to steal some of our product.

I don’t like that this was the place that someone chose to strike. It worries me that there are people who know what we’re up to.

“I had a really nice time,” Dani tells me when I stop in front of her place.

“I did too,” I tell her with a smile. I lean over and kiss her, meaning to keep the kiss gentle. She immediately wraps her hand around the back of my neck, however, and pulls me closer, her tongue dancing along mine.

I allow myself to be tugged into the kiss, angling my head to get better access and enjoying the dance of our tongues with one another. My phone suddenly starts ringing again, and I draw back with a curse.

“Here,” I tell her, pulling a business card from my wallet. I rummage in the center console of the car and find a pen. I scribble my personal cell number on it and pass it to her. “Reach out whenever you want.”

She takes the little square of paper and stares at it for a moment, then she nods. I can’t tell what she’s thinking just by looking at her profile.

“I hope everything is okay,” she says to me as my phone continues to ring in my pocket.

“It’ll all work out,” I reassure her. I’m not lying. Things always do get sorted out, even if that requires lopping off a few heads to ensure peace.

“I’ll…text you,” she finally says, giving me a concerned look. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something else, but then snaps it shut. She turns away and gets out of the car, and I drive away.

I look back at her in my rearview mirror, watching her slender form get farther and farther away as I drive. I wish that the sight didn’t feel so prophetic.