|𝑀𝑅. 𝑅𝑂𝐶𝐶𝑂| -16+-

~Ch.17~| I am a bad man. 🔞

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I find it amusing how many women are giving Elara death stares, not only because they are jealous of her beauty but because she's with me.

My sweet girl, has no idea how many people wish they could shoot her dead with a stare. "They all hate me." She says, looking around the room. We've been here thirty minutes at most, our experience with Gabe was bad enough. That prick, all because I refused a business deal with him. That motherfucker had no idea I knew his transcripts completely, he actually tried to destroy my company.

"They are jealous bitches. I have told you this, no?"

"Why though, you're really not that special." She laughs, jokingly. Yet, I don't see the humor.

"Mmm, Guarda la tua bocca, o avrai un bel culo rosso prima di mezzanotte.." I whisper, against her neck, before placing a small kiss on her heartbeat.

Translation: Watch your mouth, or you'll have a nice red ass before midnight.

"I feel like we're moving too fast. Just a week ago I wanted to strangle you with my bare hands and now, I want to sleep in your arms? It doesn't make sense."

"Elara, a week ago I was trying to stay away from you. I lose control, when we are close. I want you, if we are moving to fast...we will slow down. But this is not the place to have this conversation, let's wait till he get to the hotel."

She seems, to feel slightly better. I can tell she's unsure about this. And I do understand that. Even though I'd love to have sex with her I would never force her to do anything.

I keep telling myself to not mess this shit up. One thing she taught me is actions speak louder than words, I can say I want her but if I act like a dick she'll think the opposite. Maybe for once in my whole life, I'll try.

"We only have to stay for a little longer right," she says. Technically we need to, it will look bad on me if I leave. Is it wrong I don't care. I don't like men looking at her, they all look like hungry wolves.

Never have I lusted for someone like this before, not even the fact she's beautiful. Her heart is pure, her eyes strike me down, her smile makes my cold heart warm. She makes me sweaty, she makes me feel wanted.

I am a bad man.

Evil.

Cruel.

Indecisive.

And why have I made up my mind in the last 3 days, that I want this.

Later back at the hotel.

"Send up a bottle of champagne." I say to the front desk clerk, after leaving the gala, Elara fell asleep on the way home, again. This girl loves to sleep.

I've noticed new things about her.

Maybe it's just me.

Maybe she doesn't feel the same.

Maybe I'm gonna be a quick fuck before she leaves for school.

Or maybe I'm making this all about me once again. God what the fuck is wrong with me.

"Lorenzo, can you come to bed?" Elara says sleepily. "Lorenzo, Mr, boss man, loser, asswipe."

Wow she's feeling feisty, maybe hangry.

"I'm coming," I slip off my tie, unbuckle my belt. She's watching me the whole time, her eyes bouncing off me, trying to look away. I slip my shirt off, flexing on purpose, I'm a dick I know.

"You're one ugly hoe," Elara says.

"So you don't want me to come to bed," I say with a smile. "Okay, sorry not sorry. Wait did you take off my dress?"

"Yes, I promise I didn't touch you like that. I just look off your heels. And made sure you got comfy."

"Ok."

I slip into bed next to her, her ice cold feet immediately touch me. "Ah you ho-" I stop myself, but she knew what I was gonna say. "Oh hell no hoe, you little bitch." Before I can say anything Elara jumps on me and pins me down on the bed smashing her lips on mine. The newly found confidence, makes me immediately hard.

I grab her ass, grinding her on me through the sheet. She moans into my mouth, and bites my lip. That did it for me.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk straight if you do that again, my self control if on a thin line, and I take pride in being a man of self control." I say, hovering over her. "Then do it."

Immediately I start kissing down her neck, I look up for approval. I have to make sure she wants this too, she nods yes, and I start kissing her neck, to her nipples. She moaning, right in my ear. And I can in fact confirm my self control, if gone. Must've left it back home.

"Lorenzo, can I have you now. I want it so bad."

Holy fuck.

"Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life." She says against my lips. I want her wet. I've touched her before, but this is different. I'm gonna fully have her.

I touch her everywhere, I grip her tips while she grinds her hips down on me. I move my hand down her body, touching her. "Please just put it in."

She's a sex demon.

I line myself up with her, teasing her with the tip. She's gonna beg. "Please Lorenzo."

I slowly slide into her, I feel her being tense. "Relax Il mio bambino." (Translation: my babe.)

She's tight. So fucking tight. I see her face scrunched up with pain and I go to kiss her. I'm definitely not small, and I definitely don't want to hurt her.

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