Mafia's Forced Love

||Lorenzo||

The room was decorated just to my taste. Dimly lit aromatic candles and dark curtains. They were representing what I was. I smirked as I pulled her by her hair. With a seductive moan, she responded. She stood up, reading my intention, and sat on my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. I clenched her face, taking a good look. Not bad for a wh*ore. She bit her lower lips temptingly, and then she did exactly what I wanted. She licked my abs, placing sloppy kisses on my shoulder, on my chest. I ran my hand over her naked torso, squeezing her perfectly shaped curves. She moaned again, moving her naked hip against my hardness.

Her eyes looked at my lips temptingly. She knew it was beyond her reach. I had my reasons. I was aroused enough, and hence I pushed her away, giving her another signal. She understood my intention again. So docile. Just what I liked.

She knelt in front of me. With a flirtatious smile, she licked my manhood. I groaned as she took my hardness in her mouth. Slowly, she moved her head, making it pleasurable. I let go of her curve and held her hair again, forcing her to move faster. She gaged at my length. Not her fault. Everyone does. It gave me another satisfaction. The satisfaction of being what I was.

The blood rush made my member even harder as the warmth of her saliva covered it. I was ready to take her; I was ready to release my frustration. Throwing her on the bed, I parted her legs and pressed my length inside her. She moaned loudly. This was a loud one. Not that I didn't like it. Only that it wasn't her! Her delicate face flashed in my mind again, and with that, I could fill her lips on mine. Her scent, her softness, her mischievous gaze. I could feel every f*cking thing, and I hated it.

I concentrated on what I was doing. Soon I reach the climax. Emptying myself inside her, I parted. It was over.

"Get out," I ordered her to leave as soon as I was done. I didn't care who she was. It was her job to satisfy me unless she wanted to lose her life. She probably had enjoyed it more than I did.

Picking up the clothes from the floor, she left quickly. She knew exactly who I was. Ignoring her existence, I rubbed my face, hitting the shower. Her face flashed in my mind again. D*mn. I was doing everything to forget her. Hell, I would do anything to forget her! I had shared only one damn kiss with that girl three years back! Still, it popped up in my head during every intimate moment. I hated how much effect she still had on me. I hated her! I hated myself. But people were still out there looking for my weakness. And if they found out anything about her, she would not last to see the next sunrise. Things were better that way. I pushed her away from my head.

After the much-needed shower, my veins calmed down. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I came out of the bathroom only to find Antonio sitting lazily on my bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked with irritation. He was a family and very dear to mom, unfortunately. Not to mention my right-hand man in all dirty works.

"Just came by to drop this off!" He replied, showing me an envelope, "I see you were having quite a fun, bro," his eyes scanned the room. The evidence of my earlier performance was still there.

"What's that?" I ignored his mockery and took that envelope. The seal was telling it all. It was from Rodriguez. An invitation.

"Not going there," I threw it on the floor and made my way to the closet.

"What? But why?" Like whiny babies, he followed me to my closet.

"Because I said so," I brushed him off again.

"Don't tell me it's about that girl!" impatiently, he spoke. Well, he guessed it right. It's about Rodriguez, and their pretty precious Cora would be there. Honestly, I had no clue how to face her. Even if I could, I shouldn't. I kept silent. That was enough for him to realise the fact. A shadow of seriousness covered his face. It was sporadic to see him like this.

"Cora Fletcher. A regular university graduate. Work in a fashion boutique. One little kiss and our beloved king is out of his line," he scoffed.

"Anything else? Or leave," I gave him the cold shoulder.

"You are Lorenzo Bernardi. The business tycoon who swallows other's properties in a blink, the cold-blooded murderer who can shake the whole underworld. You are the f*cking mafia king. How long are you going to ignore it?" He yelled, just as expected.

"It's nothing like that," I replied calmly.

"Is it?" He frowned.

"Yes. Now just leave," I yelled again. It was a sore topic for me. The only thing I couldn't handle properly.

"In that case, I have found him, Lorenzo. The last man who knew about Cora." He smirked. What! How did he know about that?

"How do you know?" I asked in disbelieve. That was impossible. I never mentioned it to anyone.

"When you stay in this kind of business, you learn a thing or two. I know why you are hunting the dragon group," he replied.

"Listen, Lorenzo. It has been three d*mn years. One-night stands and workaholism aren't helping here. We are done doing it your way now. You are going there and sleep with that girl and get over her unless you have any feelings for her. Just fly your ass there, face it head-on, and get over with that. Emotions have no place in our world, Lorenzo. Do you understand?" He hollered again before leaving the room.

I sighed. Maybe he was right! Was it just her carves I was craving for? Or was it something more? Whom was I kidding? But he had a point. I had to face the problem head-on.