PROLOGUE

TERMINATOR: WANTED!

PROLOGUE AND INSERT 1

“You are mine,” he whispers. “Only mine. Don’t forget it.” His voice is intoxicating, his words heady, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my thigh.His long fingers reach round to gently massage my clitoris, circling slowly. His breath 

is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.

Me: Ohh Lorenzo

Lorenzo: You smell divine.

he nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, round and round. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasure 

spikes through my blood like adrenaline.

Lorenzo: Keep still.

he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb inside me, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of my vagina. The effect is mindblowing – all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.

Lorenzo: You like this?

He asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out, in, out… his fingers still circling. I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my 

body. I moan again. 

Lorenzo: You’re so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, Diana, I like that. I like that a lot.

he whispersI want to stiffen my legs, but I can’t. move. He’s pinning me down, keeping up a constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. It’s absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he moves suddenly.

Lorenzo: Open your mouth. 

He commands and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly.

Lorenzo: See how you taste.

 he breathes against my ear.

 Lorenzo: suck me, baby.

His thumb presses on my tongue, and my mouth closes round him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on his thumb and the faint metallic tang of blood. Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy hell is it erotic.

! I moan, and I bite down on him. He gasps, and he pulls my weave tighter, painfully, so I release him.

 

He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. I’m enticingly ensnared by him, and he’s poised and 

ready to take me once more.

Lorenzo: We’re going to go real, slow this time.

And slowly he eases into me, slowly, slowly, until he’s buried in me. Stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I groan again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. 

He repeats this motion again and again. It’s driving me insane – his teasing, deliberately slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.

Lorenzo: You feel so good.

he groans, and my insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits. 

Lorenzo:Oh no, baby, not yet.

 he murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again.

Me: Lore-Renzo, Oh, please.

 I beg. I’m not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so tight, craving release.

Lorenzo: I want you sore, baby.

he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. 

Lorenzo: Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine

I groan.

Me: Please, Enzo.

Lorenzo: What do you want? Tell me.

I groan again. He pulls out and moves slowly back into me, circling his hips once more.

Lorenzo: Tell me.

Me: You, please.

Lorenzo: Me?

Me: Yes, You a-and yours.

He increases the rhythm infinitesimally, and his breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quickening, and He picks up the rhythm.

Lorenzo:You. Are. So. Sweet.

He murmurs between each thrust. I moan.

Lorenzo: You. Are. Mine. Come for me, baby.

He growls. His words are my undoing, tipping me over the precipice. My body convulses around 

him, and I come, loudly calling out a garbled version of his name into the mattress, and he follows with two sharp thrusts, and he freezes, pouring himself into me as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, his face in my hair.

Lorenzo: Fuck. Diana.

He breathes. He pulls out of me immediately and rolls onto his side of the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, utterly spent, and immediately drift off or pass out into an exhausted sleep.

When I wake, it’s still dark. I have no idea how long I’ve slept. I stretch out beneath the duvet, and I feel sore, deliciously sore. Lorenzo is nowhere to be seen. I sit up, staring out at the cityscape in front of me. There are fewer lights on amongst the skyscrapers, and there’s a whisper of dawn in the east. I hear the music. The lilting notes of the piano, a sad, 

sweet lament. Bach, I think, but I’m not sure. 

He walks out of the bedroom, his towel wrapped on his waist. My eyes travel to his Cock. He Chuckles.

Lorenzo: I love you so much and I love my cake but I can't give it to you now, I'm sorry.

Me: Who Said I want it?

Lorenzo: The way you looking at me. 

Me: Yes maybe I want a few strokes, a few thrusts.

I get up From the bed to his. He is applying lotion on his body. 

Lorenzo: I forgot you never get enough 

Me: Of you of course.

He looks up and laugh.

Lorenzo: Go and take a shower. We need to be at the club in the next your. We have a meeting.

I roll my Eyes and walk away. He pulls me back.

Lorenzo : I saw that.

Me: I'm sorry.

He kiss my forehead and I walk to the bathroom. 

TO BE CONTINUED!!