บททั้งหมดของ LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

OLANDRIA; Cont'd from chapter 25 *** Even an hour after Lorenzo and I reluctantly climbed out of bed, my body was still limp, and parts of me still trembled from the force of my orgasm. He had kept true to his word. My body still felt like it belonged to him. Every time I shifted, I could feel the faint ache he left inside me — a reminder of just how completely he had taken me. The room still smelled like him, like us, like sex. And the worst part? My body reacted to that scent alone, heat curling low in my stomach again, like I hadn’t just come undone under him an hour ago. However, he was unable to control himself when he was near me. And that worked for us both. Because I didn't want him to ever hold back again. We're not getting rid of each other anytime soon. But now, as I sat on the couch in his room, my feet on his lap, i could feel my body relaxing. I felt so at ease. Except for down there, though. I don't think I'd ever get use to his size. He was so huge. So large.

OLANDRIA The stretch was immediate—intense and overwhelming. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp as Lorenzo pushed into me, inch by torturous inch, filling me so completely I forgot how to breathe. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his voice strained and rough. "You're still so tight." I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body struggled to accommodate his size. No matter how many times he'd been inside me, it always felt like the first time—that delicious burn, that impossible fullness that made my toes curl and my mind go blank. He stilled halfway, his jaw clenched tight, muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. "Are you okay?" he asked, his thumb brushing my cheek tenderly even as his cock throbbed inside me. I nodded frantically, unable to form words. I just needed more. Needed all of him. "Use your words, little wolf," he commanded gently, his hips easing back slightly. "Yes," I gasped. "Yes, I'm okay. Please... please don't stop." His eyes darkened, t

LORENZO The next morning came way too fucking fast. I woke up with Olandria curled against my side, her head on my chest, her soft breathing the only sound in the room. For a moment—just a brief, perfect moment—I let myself forget what today was supposed to bring. But reality crashed back in quickly enough. We had to tell Nicholas. Her father. My best friend of over twenty years. The man who trusted me with his daughter's safety, who never once suspected I'd end up mating with her. Fuck. I ran a hand over my face, careful not to wake Olandria. How the hell was I supposed to explain this? How was I supposed to look Nicholas in the eye and tell him I'd marked his daughter? That I'd claimed her as my mate? There was no good way to do this. No matter how I spun it, it was going to be a disaster. Olandria stirred against me, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw me looking at her, a sleepy smile spread across her face—so beautiful and trusting it made my chest ache. "Morning," she

OLANDRIA I couldn't stop crying. Even as Lorenzo held me, even as he whispered reassurances against my hair, the tears just kept coming. My dad had thrown us out. Actually kicked us out of his house like we were strangers. The betrayal burned in my chest, hot and acidic. How dare he? How fucking dare he judge me when he was doing the exact same thing with Eli? "Baby," Lorenzo murmured, pulling back to look at me. His face was tight with concern, but there was something else there too. Something that looked like fear. "What?" I asked, wiping at my eyes. He hesitated, then showed me his phone. The photo made my blood run cold. It was me—taken from outside Lorenzo's house this morning when we'd walked to the car. The angle was distant but clear enough. Someone had been watching us. And the message: **"She's mine now."** "What the fuck?" I breathed, my tears forgotten as ice-cold dread replaced the hurt. "We need to get back to my place," Lorenzo said, his voice dropping

Lorenzo's hands gripped my hips, helping guide my movements, making me take him deeper. "You feel so good," he grunted. "So tight and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" "Yes," I gasped. "All yours. Only yours." "Damn right," he growled possessively. He suddenly stood up, still buried inside me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. He walked us over to the wall, pressing my back against it. "Hold on," he warned, and then he was pounding into me. The new angle and the force of his thrusts had me screaming. He was fucking me so hard, so deep, I could barely breathe. Each thrust drove me up the wall, and I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, pleasure building rapidly in my core. "You like that?" Lorenzo growled against my neck. "Like me fucking you hard against the wall?" "Yes! God, yes!" His mouth found the mark on my neck, and the moment his lips touched it, electricity shot through my entire