There's something mighty spooky going on around here

Lorenzo POV

I look at him blankly, my mind going over the words he just said. Anger filling every cavity of my body.
"He was dead. We both saw him." I said with clenched teeth, my fists balled up as he lifts a hand and gestures us to walk inside.

He was dead. I saw his blood myself. I saw the shrapnel deep in his chest.

"The men said that there was no other body at the crash." He said, as he reached into his pocket and pull out an envelope. "We caught a man outside the Russian base we has just left. He had this on him." Marco growled as he handed me a yellow envelope.

My hands tearing it open, I rip the contents out.
"Is the man dead?" I asked and he nodded.

"Satan sent him to us on a suicide mission." He said and I looked back down at a note that fell into my hands, written on white paper with red ink.

"Give me my wife Lorenzo.
Or I will take her by force.
Your friend, Satan."

I looked to Marco, and both anger and worry clouded his eyes.

"How do we know this is real?" I asked, and he let out a breath as he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Because he was spotted last night on security cams here, In Las Vegas." He uttered as he showed me the footage.

Satan looking up at the camera, like he wanted us to find him.

I shoot my eyes to Marco, the look on his face the same as mine. "What can be done." I say as we walk towards the metal doors, my mind flashing over every scenario of Serina's death.

Her death would kill me.

"We have men searching...but Lorenzo we need to do something, something he wouldn't think we ever would." He said, as he stopped us in front of the doors. "And I have an idea."

"What exactly are you thinking?" I asked with ill intentions.

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Serina POV

We ended up staying the night at the base, Lorenzo no where to be seen. Probably off being a twat with Marco.

I didn't sleep, I couldn't. Despite the massive bed I was given, I didn't close my eyes, not even for a second.

I'd left the bedroom as soon as morning light flooded in through the thick tinted glass windows.
That was Hours ago and I'd wandered all around the base since then and I didn't see Lorenzo once.

Now 9:27 pm, I felt uneasy...did he leave?

"So anyone can make this?" I asked, knocking myself out of my own head as I leant onto the counter where a man with high patience was actually making an explosive, or as I like to say a booty boom bomb. "Just like a at home do it yourself sort of thing?" I asked, which caused him to eye me.

I'd wandered Around, found my way into a room I knew I wasn't supposed to be in.

I'd lost the man who was sent to watch me, the one Lorenzo had got to follow me yesterday, it wasn't hard. I didn't need a fucking babysitter.

"I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to be in here." He deadpanned with a blank expression. He had lighter skin, and hair dyed green.

"Probably not. I do a lot of things I'm not supposed to." I smirked, as I jumped up onto the table. "what equipment do I need to make just a simple bomb?" I said as I picked up a piece and played with it.

He let his mouth fall open just a little, but threw his head back slightly before answering. "Depends on what you want to do with it." He said as he placed his tools down on the counter in frustration and snatched the piece from my hand and placed it down again.

"Blow shit up? That's the whole fucking point of a bomb." I said.

He took a deep breath, before saying. "You are a menice." The man grunted. "Now go away before you get me killed."

"Meanie. But we are friends now. What's your name." I asked, as I looked at him.

He sighed as he picked up the tools he'd set down moments ago. "Christian." He said as he lost focus on me.

I laughed lowly at the irony. "Your names Christian and you make and sell bombs?" I smiled and he looked up at me dangerously.

"I only make, Lorenzo sells." He corrected.

"Oh right." I laughed as I turned and walked away, hearing him let out a breath of relief.

Walking out into the hallway, the concrete walls and flickering lights gave me serial killer vibes. Yet I ran my hand along the concrete walls, my fingers tracing the cracks as my heels echoed around the boxed in hallway.

My phone rang, the vibration ringing from my titty. Grabbing my phone from My bra I place the device against my ear. "You have reached sex master Serina, how may I service you today?" I smiled into the phone, and I heard Lorenzo breathing heavily from the other end.

"If that's going to be your response to calls I'm taking your phone away." He said with a certain coldness in his voice. "Where are you." He all but growled.

"If you want to find me. Track me." I said as I stopped in the hallway, under a light that Flickered like a raves strobe lights. "You left me alone. You should have called me."

"Serina. I'm outside. Come to me." Lorenzo replied, and I got goosebumps.

Looking back behind me I laughed "why should I?" I asked into the phone, and I heard his breathing change.

"Serina." He said huskily moments after. "I'm outside." His voice stern, and thick.

"Fuck you." I whispered as I kept the phone pressed against my ear as I walked straight down the hall, until I came to the exit and a guard opened the door to me.

The black sky lit up with white lights, illuminating the base.

Standing across the concrete pad, leaning against the side of a car I came face to face with the beast himself.

Though far away I could still see him hang up the phone, and stuff his hands into his pockets. He was wearing a new suit, different from the one yesterday.

I stood parallel towards him, a few guards looking at me, then to Lorenzo waiting his instruction.

But He simply looked towards me, his eyes shifting with amusement laced with a tense look. He also look at me with hidden intentions. His body stiffer, harder. Something was different. Something was wrong.

What had Marco told him?

My heels clicking on the concrete and my black dress flowing behind me.

When I got up to Lorenzo, I placed my phone against my ear again. "Hey Serina! We are staying at the base tonight and I won't be coming to bed and you won't see me all the next day because I'm typing up Harry Potter fan fic. Xoxo Lorenzo." I said into the phone, to make a point.

"I was busy." He said In retaliation.

"Too busy to tell me you were safe?" I said as I crossed my arms over my chest,

He swallowed as he leant back onto the door of the car, letting out a frustrated breath. "That's not fair." He grunted angrily as he looked at me.

"A part of me-" I said "a part of me thought you left. That you didn't mean that you loved me." I admitted, hating the way my voice sounded. Hating the sadness that clouded my mind. Hating how 'poor me' I sounded.

Everything was easier when I was a careless child.

"Sparrow." He interrupted, as he moved forward and grabbed my face in his hands. "Sparrow I will not abandon you." His eyes were genuine as he spoke. "Do you trust me? Do you believe that I love you?" He whispered.

My lip shook slightly as I nodded, before he pulled me forward into him. "I should have called you." He finally whispered.

"If we are doing this you need to communicate with me. Talk to me. You are not alone anymore. Not anymore." I whispered, as I stared up and into his eyes, watching them harden and turn.

A secret spinning its web in his mind. Yet he looked at me, and said "I know, I won't keep things from you again. I will get better."

But that lie didn't fall so perfectly off his lips.

I sighed, as he looked at me. Lied to me. About what? What was he hiding?

"We are staying here again, I have things I need to take care of and I want you close." He said, as he looked from my eyes to my lips.

Despite my anger of his lie, my body wanted to respond to his. "Yeah well I have a few things I want to do here anyways." I said innocently. His eyes watching me with the purest kind of lust.

When it comes to him, I have absolutely no self control.

"Not here. My office." He said, as he looked down at my chest. Before grabbing me around the waist and waking us both back towards the doors.

We could barely keep our hands off of each other as we walked inside and to the door of his workspaces his hands throwing open the wood he casted me inside.

Slamming the door so hard it shook the walls.

I grabbed him by his tie and pulled his body to me. Smashing my lips onto his, I pulled at his hair. His hands on my waist as he held me against the door frame.

I kissed him assertively, to make a point. I kissed him and slipped my hands under his shirt.

Breaking the kiss I look inside his irises, a mischievous look in my eyes and a shallow smile on my lips.

Lorenzo wrapped his left hand around my waist, just as I kissed his neck. His right hand gripping the door above my head to keep himself stable.

I pushed him off me and he stumbled back as I grabbed the straps of my dress and pushed them off my shoulders.

He stopped and stared, his eye shifted down my body as he shrugged off his jacket and button up.

Desperation. Need. Lust.

I laughed as I went back up to him, kissing his lips hungrily as I lifted his wife beater, and pulled it over his head.

My hands exploring the ridges of his abs, his body a masterpiece not even I could comprehend.

Lorenzo bent down and pulled me up, before pushing shit off his desk and setting me down. Paper and folders floating to the ground.

My hands pulling at his pants, he undoes them hurriedly. Before coming down and kissing my neck, using his hands to rip down my bra exposing my chest to him.

His eyes meeting mine for just a second before he submerged me in desire. His lips kissing sloppily towards my boobs.

Biting and kissing my skin, trailing down, leaving bruises all over my chest. "Lorenzo." I groaned, and Lorenzo smiled against my skin at how desperate I sounded as he kissed the space between my two tits.

His one had gripping the left, while he bit and kissed the right. My head thrown back, as I submit my body to him.

Lorenzo's hands trailing down he didn't bother to remove my underwear, but pushed my legs apart and pushed the underwear to the side, his finger messaging my clit.

A sinful moan leaving my lips as I let him explore my body like a painter explores a canvas. I was art.

Pushing a finger inside me I bite my bottom lip, loving the way sexual frustration fuelled us.

"More." I was greedy.

But he compiled, shifting and adding 2 more fingers; curving and pushing fast. My hands gripping my edge of the desk, as I let out a breath of pleasure.

"Fuck me." I smiled again. As I looked into his eyes now, a wicked smile casting his evil eyes.

So he wasted no more more time, and he got what he wanted. He got what we both needed.

He pushed me down, holding my back against the wood as he looked down at me.

His hands moving along his length a few times, his breathing getting faster. He smirked "so wet and ready." As he looked at the space between my legs

"shut up and fuck me." I whispered

And he let out a low laugh as he thrusted down into me greedily. His eyes on mine as I gripped onto the edge of the desk, moaning like a fucking cat in heat.

He went slow the first few thrusts, but then continued faster, deeper.

He groaned at our connection as he looked up at the ceiling,His muscles tensing. His eyes dark and predatory as he came back to look down at me, laid across his desk, moaning his name as he pounded me.

I lost time, I don't know how long, but I looked at him—I really looked at him, and I lost time. Our eyes locked, euphoria spinning inside us.

"Lorenzo!" I moaned, my jaw trembling. I hope the whole god Damn base heard me.

"Fuck. You take me so well." He said huskily, his voice deep with pleasure and dominance. He liked to see me like this. He liked to know he could fuck me on his desk, and that the people outside would hear my screams.

He liked to know that I was his—only his.

He gripped my waist and used it to pull me closer, our body's reacting to each other spitefully.
"Fuck—don't stop." I said breathlessly.

And he didn't stop.

FUCK. THIS MAN IS A SEX FUCKING WIZARD.

He kept going, hitting my g-spot over and over and over. "don't ever fucking say that I don't love you. Because I love you, so much that it makes me hate you." He growled as he stared deeply Into my eyes.

I nodded, because honestly, that's all I could do.

"you are mine Serina. My property, my woman, mine." Lorenzo said almost to himself.

"Yes." I agreed. Because as much as I could try to deny it, I was in the palm of his hands. I was Wrapped around his finger. And he was wrapped around mine.

He lifted his hand up and pushed back his messy hair out of his eyes, "say you won't ever leave me." He growled, like he needed my reassurance to survive.

"I won't." I whispered, just as I clenched myself around him as my orgasm rocked me and my hips buckled against the desk.

His end coming moments after. He thrust in a few times before pulling out, and cumming on my chest.
His breath lathered, and face hard. His body shaking.

A stiffness, an anger, a rage in his body that wouldn't calm. A storm that looked like it was drowning him.
A war that that he was losing.

He leant down and helped me up, before grabbing his shirt and cleaning me off. He seemed distracted, his thoughts fighting a battle in his mind.

Reaching my hand up I grab his chin, forcing him to look at me. "Lorenzo?" I whispered, as I saw the desolate look in his eyes.

He couldn't keep his eyes on mine now, and shifted them away every few seconds. He couldn't look me In the eyes

"Lover what's wrong?" I whispered "talk to me-"

Yet he silenced me with a kiss.

But this kiss, something was wrong with it. Something was wrong with him, I could feel it. I could see it. Regret, pain, fear.

He wasn't himself, he kissed me with regret. He's never kissed me like this before. His kiss was also so hungry, alive. But not this kiss, not now.

So I broke our connection and pushed him back slightly, trying my best to form words as I reach to brush his face. "Lorenzo?" I said In confusion and worry, but my words didn't seem to reach him.

he back away out of my reach. "It's been a long day Serina. I'm tired." He uttered, thought the way he said my name seemed to hurt him...he'd lost the war, he'd drown.

He didnt look back at me as he grabbed his pants and slipped them on. Before he walked out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.

Oh look it's daddy Damon aka break my back like a glow-stick Salvatore.

See my brain comes up with these chapters and Damn, the next few that I have cooking...All I can say is shittttttttt.

How is everyone doing with quarantine?

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly