Chapter 8

Lana's pov

I am awake. I guess.

I sense warmth, untouchable warmth.

The air.Light and gleamy.

I felt sun rays on my back, tickling my exposed butt cheeks. I feel every part of me awakens its nerves one by another. Only for me to realize I am laying on my stomach with only my feet covered by the soft quilt on the bed. I feel a heavy weight on my waist, but I can't yet recognize.

I take my time opening my eyes, I squint and blinked them a couple of times until I could vividly vision myself in the mirror in front of me;

I lay on the left side on what it appears to be Lorenzo's mattress, his dark room is now lit a little as the curtains were half opened.

I froze when I now realized Lorenzo's hand was wrapping the very end of my back, my breath began to slow while my heart beats went crazy, I starred at the mirror's reflection, my brain won't possibly forget the image I have seen, the alluring vision of his body holding mine, his carved muscles revoking the existence of any masculinity in anyone I have ever saw, his bare chest and my hair strands scattered all over it, his scent was intoxicating and his manly grip was undefeated.

I could care less about my own appearance, I was almost naked, my face looked terribly pale, my legs were apart and naked all the way up to my back, the violet jumper I was wearing must have came all the way up while I was sleeping, exposing my lavender laced thong to the air, I thanked god by bra-less breasts where covered.

I remained still for long, the sound of his breath in my ear, the warmth of his hands on my hot flesh fluttered my heart, I remembered what happened yesterday, the only thing that connected to the idea that I am actually in his room is that I passed out. I just couldn't take everything of what had happened. Emmy eyes teared unintentionally from the remembrance of what my father said.

Yesterday is officially the worst day of my life.

Not my mother's death as I have always claimed. At least i am sure she did truly love me, she died thinking of no one but her family's happiness.

It's fate what had suddenly put me in front of the gate cameras in Lorenzo's bedroom to see and hear everything.

I woke up to shouting and yelling I couldn't recognize I word from, i hurried to the window to see four black cars at the front gate as far as my eyes could reach.

I yet wasn't capable of witnessing anything.

I stormed into Lorenzo's room, opened the flat large screen to the security cameras.

My eyes almost popped out to finally see the only face I have been waiting all this time for, I gasped to see my father shouting at Lorenzo's face. My eyebrows crossed almost immediately after hope filled my heart. What the hell is he talking about ?

Sold me ??

" I can do whatever I want with Lana. "

" I will pay you "

" war "

" wife" !!!

I couldn't believe what I am seeing, what I am hearing, this must be some sort of an act.

That can't be happening !!

Daddy must have a plan !

This is all part of it.

Oh, yes. Yes of course. Daddy is stalling him.

He is giving me time to escape !

He's turning his back on the fucking screen !!

On me ?

He's leaving ??

No. No.

I have to go with him. It has to be that way.

I sprinted down the stairs,crying for help. Trying hardly to shake the shocking fact out of my head. I ran through the front door, not paying any attention to Freya's constant calling out my name.

Once my bare feet hit the cold marble floor, the chill air striking my body, I raced down the few steps onto the stoned driveway, unwary about how my feet hurt through the cuts the hard surface have done to them.

All I could see is the gateway electronically closing like prisons' gates, all I could see is my father's car driving away from me into the darkness, all I could see is Lorenzo's stiff body I was trying to avoid, yet my body betrayed me into running to it. I wanted him to tell me that what I heard wasn't true.

I wanted him to tell me anything.

He griped my now fragile figure, I screamed at him trying to silence the voice inside me.

Your father sold you.

Your father sold you.

Your father sold you.

the voice kept going on over and over and over.Lorenzo kept shaking me by my shoulders growling , shouting,and shaking.

Voices filled my mind while tears ran like a river.

I tried talking, I tried knowing.

Nothing.

I kept screaming.

I kept howling.

" I hate you."

" I hate you."

" I hate you."

But I didn't.

Suddenly, my vision went black.

Finally, the voices stopped.

Eventually, my body gave in.

I now lay, sobbing quietly.

Until I felt his hand move slowly up on my back underneath my purple jumper, goosebumps ravished my back, I tried controlling my weepy eyes but his touch was powerfully enticing. He clutched me towards him until no space dared to fill in between us, I buried my head on his chest, involuntarily weeping. While all what he has done was gently placed his hand on my head smoothing down my hair.

- I am sorry, baby..I didn't want you to know it this way.

He completed not waiting for any reply from me,

- No one is ever gonna harm you again, I promise.

I looked up at him, trying to find the truth of his words in his eyes, his pleasing grey eyes.

He placed a kiss on my forehead, after reading through my facial expression that I can't believe him.

I wanted to. But I couldn't.

He saved me.

He did.

I can't believe that I am actually grateful for him.

But I just can't yet trust him.

I mean. My own father fucked me up, who'd blame me ?

- Trust me, lana. I don't let anything or anyone hurt what's mine.

"My wife"

His phrase echoed in my brain again.

A creeping rapture suffused through me.

Why does it feel so right ?

Why do I like this ?

I lost my train of thoughts when his firm palm traveled freely on my back until it reached down to my thong-covered ass, down to my right thigh raising it over his torso. Glued his palm to my blushed cheek, gazed right into me as if he was trying to read my thoughts. little did he know, my brained was in a complete shut down once his face drew closer to mine. Once I could smell his breathe.

I failed to make my heart beats slow down.

My lips parted seeking the attention of his own, his plump lips were wet and welcoming. My hands touched his muscled back almost instantly right after he said,

- you're so fucking beautiful.

My mind went numb once he attacked my lips in eager hunger, he contained every curve of both of my lips in a dynamic forceful movement. I let him lead the motion, yet he grew greedy.

The kiss was demanding and needy.

I lost myself into my submission to his dominancy.

I pressured the tips of my fingers on his back, a soft moan slipped from my mouth as he bit my lower lip teasingly.

That made him growl in a sturdy pace, I could feel his hands squeezing my butt once, I remembered the sensation from the day before. It still has the same seductive effect on me. Shit.

- fuck !

I moved my hand through his luscious hair, to his thin beard, till it landed on his stoned chest, I couldn't keep the idea of going further out of my head. But his hard bulge pressed onto the thin fabric on my clit surprised me.

I waited for him to stop, my moans grew louder as his hands shifted to my stomach, butterflies in my abdomen gone mad, I felt my throbbing core pulse through the lace.

- I know you're wet for me now, baby.

He trailed kisses from my lips to my jawline until he buried his head in my neck and felt him smelling me while his tongue licked me through his wet kisses down to my collar bone.

This is madness.

This is dangerous.

My eyeballs almost rolled out of pleasure, he knew where to put pressure, he knew when, he knew how.

He knew.

" s-stop"

I blurted out suddenly. He stopped immediately.

He remained motionless and his head didn't move from my neck, his heavy breathe consumed the air had left in my lungs. He released me gradually from his grasp as I dropped my leg from his torso, got out of bed in a hurry to the bathroom in the room, closed it behind me while I as trying to catch my breathe.

My back stuck to the door, my hand on my chest as I took a glimpse of the mess I was in the mirror, my hair was literally everywhere, my cheeks were in deep red, and my lips were swollen from the battle they have been into.

I couldn't shake the feeling from inside me.

My thoughts of him consumed me.

I had to stay there for a while.

I had to gather up myself again.

Only minutes I have spent with him and I am already a fucking mess.

I think I should lock myself up in my room again.

This time, I am really convinced it's for my own sake.

That man is gonna drive me fucking insane.