Can we say that we love each other? Can we play like their ain't not other?
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This chapter a lil graphic but not bad, and if you don't like sex ish scenes then I advise not to read my next couple chapters
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Lorenzo POV

What she did today was reckless, stupid, and vain. But she didn't care, she knew it would make me jealous and it did. I haven't stopped thinking about how satisfied she looked as she walked into the bathroom at the party, knowing full well what she was about to do.

The image of another bastards hand running up her smooth thigh made me want to kill someone. The image that paraded in my mind was of her spreading her legs for another man.
A dead man.

He marked her in deep purple bruises, he marked her like she was his. And she let him, because she knew it would piss me off.

Now she stood in front of me acting all innocent yet she still looked so god damn evil. She might look small and innocent from a glance, but if you knew what lived in her head you would cower. She was sexually talented I could tell, she knew what she would do to me if she was given the chance.

Though I had no doubt in my mind that I was going to punish her for what she did today. But I wasn't going to fuck her, she doesn't deserve it. But when I fuck her, I will fuck her till her body shakes and the thought of even touching another man appalls her.

I will push her legs apart and divide her folds with my cock, thrusting into her deeply; I will fuck her like no one has before. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to feel her walls around me, I wanted her more then I have ever wanted another woman.

But I would not just fuck her, no, she needed to be dominated. She had her smart mouth, and she swore she wouldn't concede to men. But she wouldn't concede to me and I didn't want her to completely, I wanted her to give herself however I wanted her to. I wanted her to challenge me.

And I can also tell no man has ever challenged her like I will, and I will challenge her. I will win.

I can tell just by looking down into her eyes that she could play both rolls in bed, and I know that she has. But she wouldn't just play the roll as my submissive in my bed, she would be a submissive; no acting because I know by the craziness in her eyes that she wants to be taken.

She wanted her hands to clutch the sheets, for her breathing to be so erotic she will gasp for air. For her delicate small frame to rise up off the mattress in pleasure.

She's had men before, but nobody has fucked her like she deserves.

"Because if I start Serina, I will not stop" I answered her questions about my half measured threats honestly. But nothing I said to her was false, every threat I made, everything I said I will do—It will be done.

But she has a reputation of fucking with me, teasing me, and then making me stop. I never stopped myself, but for her I did. But when I finally get between her legs, and when I feel her wetness I know I won't have to power to pull out, and leave her pussy waiting.

Though with hooded eyes she looked up at me, her evil eyes Turing dark. "Then don't stop." She whispered.

She sure had challenging words considering she was a quarter of the size that I was. It's like she didn't care that I was a beast, a killer and a dangerous man. No woman has ever looked me in the eyes with fury like she does, no one has spit insults blindly at me, no one has stood next to me without a care in the world like Serina does.

She stands here like she doesn't care that I could hurt her. She always says she doesn't believe I will, but so easily I could. I could have forced her to the ground and fucked her on the floor, I could have pulled over in the car and screwed her in her seat. I could have walked into that bathroom and slit his throat, and then fuck her backwards as she stood in his blood.

But there was a part of me that didn't want that. No part of me has ever craved this feeling that she gives off, there was a storm in my mind and every single time she would walk into a room, or challenge me with her words or stare into my eyes the storm would stop and the pained darkness in my chest lightened.

I had showed her things about myself that not even Marco has seen, she ran her hands along my scars like they were art. She touched my back even though she knew I would flinch and grab her.

But that was the thing about Serina, she did what she pleased. And everything she did was so chaotic.

"Why did you fuck him. Tell me." I said after minutes of my silence. I needed to know, there was a feeling in me and I hated it.

I looked down at her. I had to look so far down to even glance Into her eyes. She was lamb, yet she acted like a lion.

"Because fuck you that's why." She seethed as she ducked under my one arm and walked away, towards the bedroom. Her plump ass swaying innocently.

I could feel blood rush to my cock, and how hard my dick pressed against my pants. "Serina." I called lowly, my words sounded so evil in the darkness that casted my apartment. A flash of lighting lit up the room and she stopped in the doorway.

Her gaze falling back to me. "Lorenzo." She whispered, as I walked up to her. My hands gliding around her and spinning her quick, pushing her back hard against the wood frame.

Darkness casted her, and that darkness swallowed her beautifully. She smelt sweetly of alcohol, and her perfume. Thought the smell of men's cologne rubbed by others hands on her skin was present. "You reek of him." I growled, feeling the rage become present in my body again.

She bit her lip and I watched as she chewed on it like she wanted me to fuck her. "Well you were being an asshole." She said "and I thought a little payback was needed."

"So you let him touch you? You let him touch what Is mine?" I felt the evil spread in me, and I felt her body stiffen and goosebumps spread like a riptide.

She looked up to me and I watched her nod.
"Though he tried to hard and talked way to much for my taste."

I stayed silent as I looked at her, and she had a small smile on her face. I wanted that smile replaced with her screams.

I could tell she was holding back, and I didn't like that. She was tense, and the alcohol in her system probably didn't help. And the alcohol in mine made me want to do terrible, wonderful things to her.

Taking my hand I ran it up her leg, then past her hip and up her back. Her eyes staying latched to mine the whole time, a gasp leaving her mouth as I play with the zipper on the back.

"You chose to yet again disobey me Serina" I said as I dragged it down harshly, her eyes studying me almost as if they were daring me to do something. I watched as she shivered as I said her name.

"I know, it was fun." She said almost as if to taunt me.

I growled as I clenched my teeth together, my hands ripping down her stupid dress. "If you were anyone else-" I swore.

"Show me what you'd do to everybody else, or leave." She interpreted me, her words commanding. "Show me what you would do if I was just another whore like you said." She said, and I couldn't tell whether she was angry or just taunting me.

I laughed as I shook my head. Doesn't she know by now. "You are so much fucking more then just any other whore Serina. I want you to stay, and I have never wanted that from anyone else." I admitted. I regret my words from before the party, I regret saying she was like every other whore I've kissed.

Cause as bad as I wanted her to be, she would never just be another woman.

I was angry, He found out that I was trying to delay the deal. He knows that I don't want to get rid of her. Not yet. And my anger caused me to push her away and Into the arms of a stranger.

"You say that now, but it will change in a hour. You are about as decisive as that plant." She said as he gestured to the potted plant she made me buy her, she said if she was going to be stuck looking at these walls she wanted something to do. 'I'm going to be a fucking gardener then' she had said to me

"that's not true sparrow." I whispered as I looked down into her painstakingly entrancing eyes.

I am a killer, a mob boss, a capo and a sinner.
Though when she looks at me, with the little scrunch of her nose and her lips pursed like they want to be wrapped about my cock—I want to be so much more then that for her.

I want her to stay mine, to stay with me. I don't know how long, but until these feelings pass, I want her. I want her until I can't have her anymore.

"It is true. You'll kiss me now—but tomorrow you will use it against me. You like to hurt me Lorenzo. I know you do." She smiled weakly, my eyes tracing the small slivers of pain in hers

No, No I don't want to hurt you Sparrow. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to.

when I said nothing she smiled again
"I think it's because you like when people are scared of you, you like to see the fear. You like to be the monster people think you are."

"And what do you think? What do you think I am then?" I shot out quickly towards her, my hand moving to her hips. Her eyes looking down for a few brush moments before she looked back up.

her dress slipped slightly, and her skin pressed against my chest. "What do I think you are?" She smirked as my hands caused the dress to slip more off her shoulders and gathering at the base of her hips. Her ample chest on display for me.

"I think your a man who likes danger." Serina started "and you think I'm dangerous and yet you are curious, but you have never been curious before so your hesitant."

"Trust me babe I'm not hesitant." I growled as I gripped her dress and tugged it down, and she just rolled her eyes almost as if she didn't believe me. "Okay then." She smirked as she pushed me away, stepping out of her dress that was crumpled on the floor.

I turned and watched her intently, my jaw clenched at the sight. She turned to face me and I saw mischief in her eyes.

Maybe I had it all wrong, she wasn't a Lamb who acted like a lion, she was a lion dressed in the skin of a lamb.

The small bit of light in the room casting us both as a shadow in the darkness.

I watched as her hands slipped into her bra.

"Fuck You and yes you so are hesitant." She smiled as she pulled out a shank. A toothbrush shank. And she held it like a dagger.

Crossing my arms over my chest I watched as she stood there half naked next to my bed, holding a weapon. Looking angry as hell.
Serina, you are like nobody else.

"You made a shank, sparrow?" I smirked as I adjusted my stance, as she looked like she was about to pounce like a kitten.

"Yes." She said as she walked towards me and swung it angrily, though I saw a smile on her face. I dodged her easily, and she stumbled into the dresser.

"Hold still and let me stab you." She said as she lunged at me again, swinging the plastic like a lightsaber.

my hand grabbing her hand with the weapon I grab it and toss it across the floor and under the bed.

"If you want to kill me Sparrow you will have to try harder then that." I smiled as her body was pressed against mine dangerously. Her breath wild, just like her

"Who says I want to kill you?" She says in a whisper as she went to real her hand back in a fist, ready to punch me. Though I stopped her and gripped her hand, and she rolled her eyes as she blew hair out of her face.

She stuck her tongue out like a child as she shoved herself off me, giving me the finger. Finally I let my eyes glance down her figure. I had seen it before, in the prisons and in the shower she took back at the base.

But each time I saw her, I found a new part of her that interested me.

I had never let someone attack me like that, I have never wanted to smile like that before.
"Why are you smiling?" She laughed breathlessly, like she was unaware that she was standing there all naked.

"I wasn't smiling." I said coldly, as I pushed away the smile. This was foolish. I don't do these types of things. Yet no matter how hard I tried to get mad at her, or stay emotionless I couldn't.

I couldn't as I watched her roll her eyes again, her hair wavy and messed over with little stands in front of her face. She looked like she sells damn candles in her free time.

"cranky ass mother fucker." She yawned as she turned around and reached behind her, unclamping the clasps of her bra and letting it fall to the floor as she casually walked into the closet.

My eyes trained on her back, as she kept her front away from me. My dick pushed hard against my draws, as I watched her strip down her underwear.

My hands in fists as I fought back the urge to walk up to her, spin her around and fuck her senseless.

I watched as she slipped one of my shirts over her head not even bothering to put underwear on again. It covered just under her ass, but if she were to reach up, she'd be on display.

She knew I was watching, she always knew.

And she still wore it like nothing. She wore it cause she knew I was watching.

Though She just turned and smiled, skipping to bed and jumping in. "Night dickwad." She laughed as she snuggled into the covers like a damn cartoon character.

I laughed to myself, if she thought she'd just get to go to bed after what she did today then she is so god damn wrong. What she made me do today risks everything, her talking to Thomas could get her killed quicker then I could save her.

And I just fucking want to save her.

Shrugging my tux jacket off I felt her peering at me with her half closed eyes, she wasn't secretive but I don't think she was trying to be.

Reaching for the buttons of my buttonup I undid them, taking off my shirt and watched as her vixenous eyes drag down me. The dark room casted an effect like she could be sleeping, but she wasn't, I knew she wasn't.

I walked into the closet, and when I came back out I was dressed in sweats. My eyes darting to her side of the bed, and she sat there. Her eyes looking into mine.

I took steps towards her and I watched her small body tense. "Who was Thomas, and why don't you want me near him." She demanded an answer as she stood up right as I reached her.

"I thought you were fucking going to bed." I growled laughably as I let my hand fall between her legs. Her eyes meeting mine intensely, her hand grabbing mine as it rested on the upper part of her stomach. Though she didn't pull my hand away, she grabbed it out of instinct.

I leaned into her slightly, my words stinging her ears. "You think I'm going to hurt you sparrow?" I smirked as I pressed my hand flat on her stomach, my eyes then going back to hers.

Her eyes were brown, so brown that they entranced me. They weren't the light type of brown, they looked like the colours of black and fire red were forged to make her iris's. I have never had a favourite colour, yet if I had to choose just one; the colour of her eyes would be it.

"Hurt me." She whispered "and I will hurt you right back." Her hand gripped my hand tightly, her hands clawing into my skin. Her nails sharp like knives; as she would say.

"Oh princess I'm sure you will." I said truthfully as I pushed her down onto the mattress, as I felt every inch of me become overwhelmed by a feeling so much stronger then lust.

I am so god damn excited for sexy timez, because I haven't wrote one of those it quite a while:) I honestly don't even know how I come up with this stuff, like my mind is pretty weird I guess.

comment some theory's, or what you wanna see. Also drop down some tea, cause I'd love to sip it

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly