"But, Natasha, you want me. I know it and you know it. I will not fuck you until you beg me." His vulgar words went through her body and she trembled.
Lorenzo knew the game. He knew what he was doing. What his intention was. Surprisingly, Lorenzo has never wanted a girl this badly. He has never put this much effort into trying to seduce them.
They usually came to him and left after pleasure after being paid off. They weren't in his home, next to his bedroom.
He leaned close again. She could feel his breath on her lips.
"I own you, Natasha. And don't forget. You disobeyed me too. You do what I tell you. So, it's simple. Do you want me?"
He read her like an open book and knew the dilemma she was struggling with. To distract her, Lorenzo brought his finger to her lips. "And don't even think of lying. Lying will just get you in more trouble," he hushed against her neck.
