Chapter 4
Lorenzo's pov
Fuck !
I try holding myself back from slapping the shit out of her stubborn head.
Either she's gonna kill of or I will.
I can't stand how annoying she could be.
She's pushing all the buttons at once.
Last night when we arrived at my second mansion, a more excluded one from the city, she wouldn't get out of the car not moving a muscle, I had to carry her over my shoulders.
Again.
Not that I'm complaining, carrying her is a sport to me, a little part of me takes advantage to touch her flaming hot body.
Spanking her ass was blissfully satisfying.
She kept on yelling all the way to the second floor, until we reached her room, which I choose to be across from mine.
I threw her roughly on her king-sized bed and her body bounced with the mattress, I couldn't resist watching her full boobs bouncing, oh god how am I gonna control myself ?
I washed my thoughts out of my head and said with a rasped voice,
- if you're gonna be like this, I'd have to kill you
- You won't. Not now. Not ever.
- Don't provoke me,little Salazar
- Provoking ? Oh you've seen nothing. You chose the wrong girl, asshole.
- Watch you god damn mouth !
- Or what ?
I clenched my jaws and pushed her shoulders forcefully for her to lay on her back and I got up on top of her until I almost covered the space between us, my hand chocked her neck and my lips stayed inches from her own and yelled:
- you understand nothing of what's going on here, so don't make this harder for you that it already is.
I saw her tears fall while her angry eyes kept staring at my own, but I completed:
- I am not the bad guy, by time you'll see that.
- Leave me the fuck alone, please
- IF I LET YOU GO, YOU'LL FUCKING DIE.
She stopped crying and her breathing slowed and whispered
- Get the hell out of the room.
I got up and adjusted my black shirt and stated:
- 15 minutes from now your maid will introduce herself to you. Ask her anything and she'll do it for you.
I walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me only to hear glass smashing on the other side of the door.
I glimpsed Freya hurrying up the stairs towards me and ordered her to clean whatever lana has thrown right away.
I couldn't sleep, I headed to the gym room at the end of the hall, I kept on thinking while fisting the punch bag. I haven't been able to think straight since I knew that fucking Salazar was about to sell his own daughter to the Russian mafia, I wanted to blow up his fucking head the minute I saw him at the party, only to be distracted by my own obsession.
The breathtaking angel that was descending from the stairs, fuck, she was dangerous and she knows it pretty damn well..my eyes kept roaming on every inch of her gorgeous,curvy body..the slit of her dress showing her chubby, soft thigh, blood rushed through my veins for the thought of biting it all the way up.
Every time her lips moved, I wanted nothing.
Nothing but to smash mine on her's, the way she looked at me was intoxicating, the gaze was powerful that I've ever expected.
I knew I had to take her with me, the moment I saw Giovanni Edwardo, the Don of the Russian mafia, and his son Luca.
That bastard wanted lana at any price.
But I wouldn't allow anyone to even think of touching her.
She's mine !
I knew she'd be mine when I saw her five years ago, not a single woman has caught my attention and lived in my mind like Lana did.
She was my muse.
Since then I had to wait. Just for the right moment to lay hold of her.
My muscles were worn out after two hours of punching the damn bag, I took a long hot shower yet thoughts the amount of danger she's been put through couldn't stop me from wishing I could lock her up.forever.
Slept for two hours and decided to go to work early, I knew she'd refuse to eat for maybe a day or two, but she'll give in sooner or later.
I tell Freya to stay close to her, I put on my dark navy suit,, watch, keys, mobile, and now Lana, I wanted to see her before I go.
I knocked a few times, but no answer.
I waited.
I knocked again.nothing !
She could be sleeping, I opened the door and glanced at her bed, empty.
I heard the shower running though.
Then I heard the shower head turn off, a few seconds later she opened the door, a loud, high-pitched scream came out of her while holding the towel the wrapped around her body even tighter.
I said nothing.
I couldn't.
The water droplets falling on her bare shoulders, her plump luscious hot lips, cheeks flushed, and the way that towel did the magic for my chest to burn kept me unable to speak for a few seconds.
- What the hell are you doing here ? Get out, now !!
- It's my house, you can't tell me where to stay or where not to, kitten.
- I said get the hell out of my room.
I slowly took some steady steps towards her and as a reaction, she took them backwards until her back hit the wall, one hand on the wall next to her ear for support,I leaned closer smelling her fresh floral scent, she held her little towel on to her breasts even more to make them squeeze a little, blood surging again through my veins. I said in an ironically cold voice,
- Dinner is served at 7 o'clock, be there !
- I don't wanna eat, especially with you.
- You will be there, or else I will be dragging your downstairs myself, your call, baby Salazar.
I turned around and left the room without another word.
Freya and Carlos, the cook, made dinner.
Steak and mushroom sauce for me, fettuccine carbonara for Lana, I figured she'd like it.
I kept waiting for her for 10 whole minutes, I got up furiously to her room, but she must have heard me, she opened the door teasingly slowly, walked past me as if I'm not there,
Is she wearing pajamas to dinner?
I follow her down, she sat across from me, starred at the food, sipped from her red wine glass while not breaking her intense eye-contact from me. Images of her maintaining that eye-contact while I fuck her senseless crept into my imagination, I brushed them off once I saw her getting up.
- Sit !
- I don't-
- Sit, Lana !
Her look went blank and forced herself to sit
- Eat !
- Don't order me, I'm not your fucking pet.
I took a sip of my drink as I saw her anger towards my dead silence growing into her.
She began playing with her fork in the pasta hesitantly
- You don't like pasta ?
- Not your business
- Freya !
- No, no don't-
Freya nodded to me while taking Lana's plate to get her something else, but Lana held on to her plate,
- No no, thank you, Freya. I like pasta, don't do anything else, please.
Freya bowed and escorted while Freya shot me with her eyes angrily,
- you don't get to decide what I eat, I eat whenever, whatever I want.
- As long as you're eating that's fine by me.
She went silent again, but couldn't hold herself back, of course she wouldn't, whom am I kidding, she's a fucking pill.
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Lana's pov
I spent the morning locked up in my room, without much to do, I just didn't wanna see him.
Freya, was an angel in the hell I am living in, kept on tying to give me something to eat, but I refused.
After 4 hours on laying on my bed, reading a book I found on a book shelf display in a reading corner which my favorite part of the room, Freya knocked and entered to tell me it's seven o'clock and dinner is served and that jerk is waiting for me.
I then thought he should really wait.
I am not going to rush it at all.
I waited 20 minutes doing absolutely nothing, not even dressing up.
I heard his footsteps and I decided to tease him a little more.
This dinner is going to be a disaster.
- Why are you doing this?
- Doing what ?
I got up again from my seat, again, and banged the table with both palms of my hands and shouted
- Don't you fucking mess with me.
- Why can't you enjoy your dinner quietly like a normal person?
- Normal? Oh, so I'm the one who's crazy now?
- Haven't you noticed what your actions for the past couple of days? Who picked a fucking scissor and cut all my suits and shirts to pieces ? Who put my laptop in the fish tank ? Who emptied my shampoo on my bathroom floor ? Who's yelling like a crazy person now, Lana? I believe if a third party was here with us, they'd say, obviously, that I am the one who's normal.
- How dare you call yourself or any of this normal, You're nothing but a terrorist to me.
He went silent while he chewed his food. God, I wanna punch his face.
- I need an explanation, in fact, I deserve an explanation.
- Not now. soon, but not now, Lana.
- no, I need it now
- I said not now !
- Why should I even listen to you?
- Because I said so, now eat !
- I am not doing anything until you tell me what's going on, I will keep on annoying you, I will do whatever I takes.
He sat back on his chair with a teasing smile on his face and said,
- You can do whatever you want, baby. You think I'll ever get tired of you?
- Stop calling me that! I am not your baby, jerk
- You are whoever I decide to. Besides, you'll be my wife, so I will do whatever I want with you, You.will.be.mine.
- In.your.wildest.fucking.dreams.
I immediately left the room and slammed the door behind me, what a narcist!
how dare he?
I am not marrying him under any circumstances.
Him ? the most self-centered jackass I've ever met ? No way !
Why wouldn't he just tell me what the hell is going on? is that too much to be asked from the girl he fucking kidnaped, what am I a doll to him or something? What a freak !!
Then it popped into my head, a new plan, I will fucking make him weep, I called Freya, and in 3 seconds she popped out of nowhere
- God, your scared me, do you literally wait at the door ?
- Something like that, ma'am
- Look at you, you can hardly breath, easy easy.
- I am okay thank you ma'am, what can I help you with, miss Lana?
- I need you to show me the garage, please.
- The garage?
- Yes, I think I dropped my scarf in there, yesterday.
- Follow me, please.
I smiled innocently as I followed her, we descended by the elevator, the man is a fucking show off, to the underground floor, took a turn down to the left to enter the large garage, I couldn't take a look the night I am in here, but my eyes snapped wide open at his car collection, a carmine red Porche 911, a navy blue XTC, a gorgeous black Ford mustang, a neon-orange lambo, and of course the Alpha Romeo we arrived in.
I kept roaming and walking around admiring every single car, I couldn't hide my adoration to cars in general, one of the things I could talk about for hours, I never missed a Formula 1 and know a lot of race car drivers on a personal level. I wanted to try every car in here!
It's a shame that I won't be able to if everything went according to plan.
I was about to go along as I glimpsed other cars at the end of the garage but I heard Freya, who was waiting for me in the elevator, calling me with a terrified voice
- Miss Lana, have you found it? Please hurry, Mr. Lorenzo gave me a strict order to not let you in here.
- Coming.
On my way to Freya, I found a camera on the top corner of the hall, a smile crept on my lips and couldn't wait see the look on his face while I give him my little show. Shall we ?