Did he please you like I could have?

Pulling my dress down I smile into the mirror, the fabric looked wrinkled. My hair looked sexually messy, and my lipstick was smudged in the top corner. I found myself smiling as I felt the satisfaction of victory glide through my bones.

"Here's my number, if you ever want to go again." The man smirked as he fixed his tie and threw on his jacket; one of the buttons of his shirt had been popped off.

It wouldn't take a genius for the people outside to get what happened in here.

"Great thanks." I smiled as I grabbed the paper he was holding onto my fingers. And he bit his lip as he looked at me for a few seconds before he opened the door and walked out.

There were hickeys on my neck, my lips were puffy and My hair looked like someone had dragged their hand through it. Good. Adds realism.

I didn't bother to fix my makeup, or my hair; I just walked to the door and opened it. The party shining brightly as I walked back into the light. I could feel numerous eyes on me, glancing over me like I was an escaped prisoner.

But I think I liked the idea of that. Maybe I wasn't as good as I thought I was.

I felt the eyes of people, but no set was as hot as the pair that chilled my skin. My eyes meeting again with Lorenzo's, though he didn't keep eye contact for that long as he moved his eyes over me.

To the hickeys and the wrinkle of my dress. His eyes shot back up to me, and I saw the devil in his eyes. He was across the room, and I could still see how furious he looked.

But that was the point of all this wasn't it? Jealousy. So come on Lorenzo, why don't you just swim in it.

I tilted the corner of my lip up as I turned my head away from him, my heels clicking on the marble floor as I walk past a garbage can; crumpling up the paper with the man's number and throwing it inside the trash.

"Serina." Marcos hand gripped my forearm tightly, which stopped my tread. "What the fuck did you do." He growled as his nails dug into my wrist.

Yanking at my hand I let my eyes go wild.
"You mean who the fuck did I do." I said. Grabbing his tie I pulled him down to my face, my words never sounding so spiteful and demanding.

"Tell Lorenzo that 'he made me scream'." I laughed, my words sounding insane. My heart beating fast. My head racing.

Letting go of Marco I push him away, bumping him with my shoulder as I pass him.

People were watching me, but I don't care. Serina doesn't care who's watching, or who's listening. I will do and say what I please.

I found myself walking over to a couch, it was empty and I sat down. The smooth satin Fabric felt so expensive—hope I don't spill appetizers on it. Though sitting alone didn't last long, and one after another a man came and sat around me.

They smiled at me, but in their eyes I could see they wanted all the same thing. Sex.

A man threw his arm over my shoulder while looking at the others, almost like he was calling dibs. "My names Zacharious." The man smirked. "What's your name princess." The same man spoke again, his voice harsh and corse. He looked at least ten years older then me.

"Blitzen Chair...man." I smiled with a slight stutter as I looked around for a name idea, a chair the first thing coming into my view. "My name is Blitzen Chairmen." I repeated sounding more confident this time.

"interesting." The man smiled as he brought his hand and ran it down my cheek. "I know who you are Accardi." He smiled into my ear and I shot him a glance, my gaze bored and lazy.

"Good for you." I smiled as I patted his cheek, the toothbrush shive never feeling so close. Though I didn't have to use it, as a man stepped in front of us.

There was 6 men on the couch, and 5 of them left as the standing man cleared his throat. He looked older, his peppercorn hair telling tales of that. His skin showing how hard he's worked. His eyes—they were the most intimidating green colour I have ever seen.

"Thomas." Zacharious said with spite,his eyes lighting up as he shot daggers at the older man standing in front of us.

I just sat and watched the scene unfold, the stare down of two equally unattractive older men who looked like they could loose a million dollars and then would proceed to not give a fuck.

"How's your sister doing Zacharious?" The name who I assumed was named Thomas smirked as he stood with his hands on his pockets. His eyes holding a blind and challenging threat.

He looked like a dangerous man, a bad man. He looked like the type of man that scared babies and acted as villains in action films. There was no calm in his eyes, there was no emotion or love. The only thing in this man's eyes was a bone chilling hatred that leak off his almost as much as power did.

"bastard." Zacharious growled as he moved his hand and stood, keeping his gaze sharp on Thomas. Their starrin contest looked so intense, so frightening. Though I watched as Zacharious conceded, and looked down almost as if he was bowing to his master—before he turned and walked away.

My eyes following him. Though my creeping was interrupted when Thomas quickly spoke. "I apologize for my rudeness, my name is Thomas. I don't believe we've met." Thomas croaked, his voice stiff like hard candy yet still he tried to cast it with a layer of sweets.

"I doubt I've met you. You aren't exactly...born in my generation." I smiled as I watched him sit down on the couch. Close but not too close, far enough that we weren't touching.

Thomas let out a deep throaty laugh, and it seemed to silence the room. It was hoarse and vain, and it sounded so forced that it would not take an except to decipher that he was dangerous.

"No Serina you haven't met me, but I know who you are." He smiled lowly, his eyes meeting with mine. "Not many things happen in this world without me figuring them out." He added, his voice sounded rightfully confident.

"Well Sherlock what exactly have you found out?" I smirked, trying to hide the obvious nerves in my attempted calm voice. What was there to figure out about me?

He only smiled, the wrinkles on his face accentuating. "Lorenzo has kept you in the dark I see, good. You seem like a sweet thing."

"Me, a sweet thing? Excuse yourself, Listen here you-" I went to say, ready to argue and unleash a whole new round of hell. Though my fight was interrupted by a voice that sounded just as, maybe even more angered then Thomas'.

"Serina." Lorenzo growled to me, though his eyes were still trained on Thomas like lasers. The tension in the air was thick, and the air felt heavy. My eyes darting between Lorenzo and Thomas. "Serina, stand up." Lorenzo growled again, sounding way more angry then before.

I had sex with another man after all.

"You are so quick to leave. Why not stay awhile, enjoy the party." Thomas said with a smirk.

And I watch as Lorenzo's fists clenched at his sides. "Serina stand up right now." Lorenzo said as he darted his gaze to me so fast, It was bone chilling. His eyes were like lava. His eyes made him look like a beast, and they made me want to shrink down in my chair.

Everyone was watching by now, muttering words and eyes widening. Through a million people could be watching me and it still wouldn't compare to how bothered I got by Lorenzo's stare.

I felt myself sigh, and I pushed myself up. Instantly as soon as I stood Lorenzo grabbed my arm and pulled me so I was pressed to him. Almost like he was asserting me as his.

The air was so thick that I didn't dare speak, the two men's eyes trained on one another's.

Thomas stood from his seat, fixing his coat his eyes looking at me, his head nodding slyly.

His gaze hardening like stone as he looked back towards Lorenzo. "You'll keep in touch, won't you?" Thomas smirked before he walked off his hands tucked into his pockets.

"That was intense." I said sheepishly,as I pulled my hair in front of my shoulders. Lorenzo eyes watching Thomas walk away, his eyes angry and raged. "Well then I think I'm going to go find the tequila station—"I said as I went to walk away, though before I could even take a step Lorenzo grabbed my upper arm and kept me in place.

His furious eyes now directly on me. Then to the hickeys on my neck, the smudge of my lipstick, and the mess of my hair. "Did that waitress prick fuck you Serina?" He asked lowly, his eyes studying the purple and red bruises that littered my neck.

"No." I said and he looked up at me. "I fucked him." I growled, my words sounding so confident and basic.

I watched as Lorenzo's jaw clenched, his eyes twitched slightly and his teeth grinding together. He said nothing but instead pulled me with him, as he trudged his way towards the doors. Making sure my body was pressed to his, like at any moment someone would grab me and steal me away.

Everyone was watching again, staring at us like it was their business. "Lorenzo slow down." I said in a mock whisper, as I tried to pull away as he dragged me so fast I almost fell.

He never answered and dragged us both outside and I watched as his men walked behind us up until he threw me into the passenger seat of a black SUV. Before he climbed into the drivers seat himself and slammed the door.

"Lorenzo what the fuck is your problem?" I growled as I sat up and wiped the hair out of my face.

"You are more fucking trouble then you are worth." He growled as he pulled the car into drive, hitting the gas and speeding so fast away that I had to grab the holy fuck handle.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have kidnapped me then. How the fuck do you expect me to act? Like a good little girl." I growled right back as I turned his way, crossing my arms over my chest.

He shook his head angrily and laughed under his breath. "Why the fuck did you do that?" He answered in a question, eyes red hot and ready to burn me.

"Why?" I yelled spitefully "because I could."

"What part of you belong to me, do you not fucking understand?" He yelled as he pushed down the accelerator.

"The whole thing." I hissed as I turned in my seat so I could face him. "You call me yours but then disappear to screw whores like it's your job."

"I am not yours Lorenzo." I continued. "And I think I proved that to you tonight."

"Proved it to me?" He laughed flatly. "You acted out of jealously and pettiness. You didn't prove anything,  Serina, you are just a reckless little—"

"Reckless?" I laughed right back. "Ok. So then is me hiking up my dress and letting him fuck me again the wall reckless Lorenzo?"

I have never seen him as mad, jealous and ready to kill as right now.

I watched his hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned a ghostly white. "Shut the fuck up before I fucking kill you."

I clenched my teeth together as I looked at him.
"Make me shut up Lorenzo. I fucking dare you." I growled so quick that I don't even know why I said it. Probably because I'm reckless.

He looked my way with an untamed wrath in his eyes. "I don't have a problem with screwing you in your seat Serina. But I bet you would like that, my cock so deep in you that you'd scream."

I felt myself swallow the lump in my throat. The heat that pooled in the deep parts of my abdomen making my stomach swirl. The part between my legs throbbing, so I closed them.
Wishing that he didn't notice, but of course he did.

His face lighting up in a dominant smirk.
"If you want me to fuck you all you need to do is beg."

"I don't beg. And I will never fuck you."

"The part between your legs wants my cock Serina, don't deny it. I'll make you come so hard you'll squirm."

"I highly doubt that." I said as I looked away, though I know my words didn't sound very confident. I watched as we drove through the busy streets of the city, tall buildings towering us.

"Bastard." I hissed.

There was cars trailing and leading us, and Rain started to pour against the winshield and thunder cracked in the sky.

Through the droplets on the window I saw the car ahead of us turn it's singnal and we quickly turned into the underground garage. Lorenzo coming to a speeding stop and shifted into park.

Before he could do anything else I unlocked the door and got out, slamming the door on my way.

Everyone was looking at me, like I was some sort of bomb. "What the fuck are you all starring at?" I growled as I walked to the elevator before Lorenzo could. I didn't want to be anywhere near him right now.

Because if I was I'd do something I will regret.

Nobody answered, so I rolled my eyes and walked into the elevator. Lorenzo right behind me as he to stepped in. "This is my elevator get your own." I growled, as I crossed my arms.

And I made sure that I took two steps away from him. "Grow up." He said right back, his fists in balls as he stared at my neck again.

"Tell me Serina." He growled as he brought his eyes back up. "Did you achieve what you wished tonight?"

"Yep." I said as I popped the 'p'. "I achieved real hard, pity you weren't there to see." I smirked, as I moved so My back was against the elevator doors; so as soon as they opened I could make a quick escape.

However my plan backfired slightly as he dangerously said "Watching you get fucked would have made my night." Lorenzo moved so he was standing a foot ahead of me, causing me to place my hands behind me on the cold metal door.

"Tell me Serina, did you wish it was me between your legs?"

My mouth fell open and I fought to answer, to say anything. But no words came out.

"While he was thrusting your cunt did you wonder how many more inches I could have given you?" He smiled as he took his hand and drew on my jaw. "After he made you come did you wonder what I would do when I found out? Do you want to know what I want to do to you Serina? Do you know what I want to do to him?"

The elevator door opened and I stumbled back. The big open room was dark, rain pattered against the huge glass windows and the temperature chilled me, my body begging for warmth.

He took a step off the elevator and kept walking until the back of my legs hit the back  of the couch.

I didn't answer his question, so he simply smirked as he continued.

"I want to cover his hickeys on your neck with mine, I want to fuck you harder then he did, I want your eyes to roll back Serina. I want you to see what happens when you do the one thing I told you not to.  And then I want to kill him."

"You say you are going to do a lot of things Lorenzo—." I whispered lowly as he pressed his body onto mine, his lips inches away. "though you never really fulfill your threats." I added.

"Because if I start Serina, I will not stop." His words sly, and they held a warning.

"Then don't stop." I said back just as slyly

GUYS IT HAPPENED! You know how I write about guys tilting up our chins, a guy did that to me today and my heart was like GIRL YOU BETTER BOO HIM UP. Moral of the story I have a boo thang and he tilts my chin up so I am looking up at him. That's all, I'm happy, being single is canceled

And sorry my updates take so long, I have so much shit to do and writing takes a while. Please forgive me :)

Plus I have to be in a mood to do dirtier writing and this chapter needed to have pizzazz

But alsooooo who tf is Thomas cause I could practically feel the tension while writing, and what tf does he want?

Drop some theories or things you want to see 

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly