| C H A P T E R - 41 |

ANASTASIA:

NEWS FLASH:

In a shocking turn of events, Larksville was plunged into sorrow yet again as the lifeless bodies of three Preston University's business major students were discovered on campus. Kevin Smith, Shawn Williams, and Sam Millar, all in their final year, met a tragic end under mysterious circumstances.

Eyewitnesses have come forward, offering conflicting accounts of the incident. While some insist it was a terrible accident that resulted in the trio falling from a campus terrace, others suspect a dark underbelly of gang rivalry within the university. The Boston Department of Police has launched a thorough investigation, leaving no stone unturned to unveil the truth behind this heart-wrenching occurrence.

But we want to know more. Is Olivia Reed, Miley Smith, Blakely Livy, Kevin Smith, Shawn Willam and Sam Millar co-related with the incidents happening around in LarksVille?

The citizens of LarksVille are crying out for justice, demanding answers to questions that have been brewing for far too long. Are the college authorities to blame for inadequate security measures? Or should Mayor Jonathan Edwin be held accountable for a series of unsettling incidents within the town?

With the series of past events in the town, people even ask if this town is safe for others. They demand answers. And so must be sought.

One thing is clear: the people want justice, and they are determined to uncover the truth. Keep your eyes on Boston News for the latest updates as this heartbreaking story unfolds.

"Feeling better?" Lorenzo's voice came from beside me. Looking up, I saw a concerned Lorenzo, staring at me with eyes that seemed to peer into my soul.

"How long have I been out?" I asked, slowly sitting up in the nursing bed.

"Be careful," Lorenzo said, coming up to assist me. He arranged pillows behind my back, helping me to sit back. "Not long," he said with a chuckle. "Just two hours!"

"Two hours?!"

He pressed his lips together and nodded. "But that doesn't matter. The nurse said it's just shock that made you faint." He explained, "Are you feeling better now?"

I nodded at him. "I am much better," I replied. "It's just..."

"Panic attack?" Lorenzo interjected.

With a nod, I replied, "Yeah..."

"Do you get this a lot?"

"Sometimes," I said. "When I am scared and..."

"And...?"

"And I get nightmares or some flashback-like memories. Sometimes, the nightmares haunt me even during the day."

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah... It's like, uhm..." My voice trailed off. "I see a few nightmares with a house burning and a few children and women burning in it. Also, I get dreams of me drowning in water and..."

Something flickered in his eyes. "And... you sure they are just dreams?"

Perplexed, I replied, "I am, yeah... I mean, it can't be reality." I argued. "I mean, I have never been in such places or incidents before."

His gaze lingered for a moment before he whispered, "You never know."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Lorenzo's brows furrowed in thought. "What if they are memories? Hidden traumas from your past?"

I shook my head, dismissing the idea. "I've never experienced anything like that in my life. It doesn't make sense."

He leaned closer, his gaze intense. "Sometimes our minds bury memories too deep, especially if they're too painful to face consciously."

I frowned. Somehow there is a possibility of him making sense. But how? And why now? All of a sudden? I mean it only started a few years ago. So looking at him perplexed, I tried to find answers.

"But why now?" I asked, frustration colouring my voice. "Why would these memories resurface now? That too, I am not sure, if it is a memory at all."

Lorenzo's hand found mine, offering a comforting squeeze. "Maybe because you're strong enough to confront them now. Facing our deepest fears takes immense courage, Ana."

I met his gaze, finding a strange comfort in his words. Perhaps there was more to my nightmares than I dared to explore. Was it really my memories?

Our conversation suddenly stopped when Ben entered, his brows showing worry. "Ana!" he exclaimed, hurrying over to give me a tight hug, almost ignoring Lorenzo. "Thank God, you're okay!"

"Uh, yeah, I am," I replied, giving him an awkward smile. He eyed me suspiciously, looking for proof that I was really okay.

His relief was obvious as he sighed beside me. "I heard about Kevin, Shawn, and Sam. Tony and Mia were in shock, and they are currently attending to the inquiries. Then I heard about you, and I was afraid something had happened to you too..." His voice trailed off, heavy with unspoken fear. With a forced smile, he handed me a neatly wrapped box. "Here, I got this for you. I thought after the match, we could..."

I couldn't help but grin.

He even brought my favourite apple pie. I love this guy for a reason.

Well, not exactly the love, love. But... You know.

I couldn't help but notice Lorenzo's reaction to Ben's hug. His face changed, and his eyes got darker as he looked at us from the corner of his eye while standing in the corner of the room. A small, secret part of me felt satisfied seeing Lorenzo clearly jealous. While Ben talked with me, Lorenzo's eyes kept glancing at him, showing his disapproval, but he didn't interrupt. I couldn't deny the satisfaction it gave me.

However, from Lorenzo's intense stare, I was certain that Ben was getting a hole drilled into his head already.

Fortunately, Ben's phone rang, offering a helpful distraction and rescuing him from Lorenzo's intense stare. "Ah, that's Tony. I- I have to leave now," he said with a small smile as he stood up. "But make sure you get yourself home safe, okay?"

I nodded at him. With a smile and a kiss on my cheek, he excused himself, leaving Lorenzo and me alone.

****

Lorenzo guided me away from the nurse's chamber, his support reassuring as I was eager to meet Lara and David. I needed to know the truth about what had happened to Kevin, Shawn, and Sam. Was it the work of the she-devil again, or was it a genuine accident?

It seemed too coincidental to be just a coincidence, right? Thankfully, Lorenzo made me have soup after Ben left. I was really hungry. Walking through the corridor, my eyes wandered around the empty hall. I assumed they were all with the inquiry team right now, and here I was, fainting due to shock. How ridiculous. 

Lost in my thoughts, I walked beside Lorenzo, barely noticing our surroundings until he abruptly pulled me into an empty classroom.

"Lorenzo?" I gasped, finding myself pinned against the wall with him dangerously close. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine.

"You dare to scream another man's name during the game, and do you dare to let him touch what's mine, Piccola?" he whispered, his veiny hands pushing me by my shoulder. His eyes darted to mine, his face close to my jaw, his breath falling on my face. "Tell me, do I really need to tame you, little deer?"

"I—" I stammered, unable to speak properly due to our close proximity. His firm body pressed against mine, and my nipples tightened, brushing against his chest. "I didn't mean to, Ben was—"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hands wrapped around my neck like a collar, before pulling me closer as his lips crashed onto mine. Time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in that kiss. It was an electrifying sensation, and I was completely captivated by him. Gradually, my lips moved in sync with his, and his grip on my neck began to tighten.

A wave of warmth surged through my core. He bites my lips, asking for an entrance, which I gave him without another fight. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. I couldn't deny the overwhelming desire coursing through me, and my panties grew wet.

Pulling off, he began to kiss my jaw, my collar, towards my cleavage, before biting a part of its flesh. 

"Lorenzo..." I moaned, my voice trembling.

"Yes, piccola," he replied huskily while continuing to nibble my skin. "That's the only name that should be on your lips."

Coming back, our lips met again. His teeth grazed my lips, eliciting another moan from me. The force of our kiss felt primal, driven by an instinctual need to possess each other. The hold on my neck grew stronger every second, cutting off my breath, yet I liked it. 

"You look so good like this, baby," He breathed. "My hands as your collar, it suits you, little deer!"

We reluctantly pulled away for a moment to catch our breath, only to crash our lips together once more.

Slowly, his other hand reached underneath my dress. Pulling off the dress his fingers feathered above my clit from over the material. I hissed. 

"Fuck, you are so wet. Tell me, Piccola, is it for me?" He whispered in my neck.

There was no way I could find my way out of the sixth cloud. My mind had been completely taken over by pleasure. Words had escaped my mouth, and when he noticed that I didn't answer him, he responded with a bite on my collarbone that caused me to hiss once again.

"Words, baby."

"Ye-es." I breathed. His mouth tortured my neck while his hands tortured my clit from over my panty. The way his thumb pressured just above my clit, I thought I could just burst right now. My breath began to shallow due to the immense pleasure as I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, Lorenzo pulled away. I looked at him, frowning and feeling a mix of irritation and desire. Why did he stop now? As I searched for answers in his eyes, he just smirked at me.

My chest rose and fell with uneven breath as I stared at him with hunger in my eyes. He was teasing me. Squinting, I looked up and then grabbed him by his collar. "Don't stop, will you?" I breathed.

"So eager, little deer? Hm?" he taunted with a smirk, his eyes filled with amusement. And then, I began to feel embarrassed, looking away I tried to avert his gaze. He gently lifted my chin with his forefinger, making me meet his gaze. "But I promised to make you scream my name, didn't I?" he questioned, leaving me both confused and tantalized.

Before I could grasp the full extent of his intentions, he knelt down before me. My eyes widened in realization of what he was about to do.

"Enzo... No... we are on campus," I protested, my voice filled with a mix of desire and apprehension.

But he ignored my pleas as if they hadn't reached him at all. His hungry eyes dropped down. His hands carefully wrapped the linen of my clothes pulling it up while he placed a kiss on my inner thighs. While keeping our eyes locked he asked, "Tell me, Piccola, would you care if anybody walked in right now when my mouth would kiss your lips down there?"

I whimpered when he left butterfly kisses inside my thighs. I tried to clutch both of my thighs for friction, but my attempt failed. He growled as he slowly separated my legs further. "So desperate, aren't you?"

"Don't play with me Enzo." I breathed. His lips kissed the skin just above where I really needed it. Leaving me utterly desperate for him. His eyes were still looking at mine as he placed another kiss. It's like he was taunting me. I know he loved playing with me. But not this time. I couldn't take it anymore. "Ahh.." I moan to another of his kisses. But surprisingly, this time, he moved the hem of my panty with his finger when his mouth crashed on my pussy.

Just where I needed it.

My eyes rolled back. Pleasure filled every vein in my body, and my breaths became ragged. His lips gripped my flesh and tugged with his teeth before releasing it again.

Fuck.

His tongue stroked once. Twice. And then he savoured me like I was a souvenir dish. I gripped his head. My fingers curl in his hair, pushing him deeper than he can ever go.

"Ahhh..." I moaned and his strokes fastened. Gripping his head he continued licking me. Kissing me. Eating me.

While doing so, suddenly, he added one finger and I gasped. Pumping it in and working on my drenched cunt. Nothing. Nothing was on my mind right now. All I could see and hear was Lorenzo kneeling before me as his tongue slurped down my pussy.

"Fuck, you are so tight!" He breathed between his licks. But he didn't stop working to blow my mind. Then adding another finger, he hissed. Leaving my pussy bare for some time, he looked at me and asked, "Are you a virgin?"

I was flushed, looking at him. His mouth was wet from my cum all over his face, and that alone made me even more wet. I never had boyfriends before nor had I been indulged in these kinds of acts. But standing right now, it feels right. He feels right. Slowly, I nodded at him.

Something flickered in his eyes again, something primal. His nose flared as he looked at my bare pussy before growling. "You are mine. All mine. Let's make it official, shall we?" He asked so suddenly in between his licks that it took quite a time for me to realise what exactly he asked.

"What?" I breathed out, gasping for air.

"Date me, Anastasia. Be mine. I want to make it official because I don't think I can stop myself from claiming you any further."

A laugh erupted from my throat. "You seriously proposing me like this?"

He only replied with a bite in my clit.

"Ouch!" I snapped. Taking a moment to gasp for air I replied, "They say dating a biker might be dangerous!"

"That's nonsense!" he retorted. "Dating a biker could be beneficial."

"Really how so?"

"You can ride three things, baby!" He smirked looking from his curled eyelash. "Now that you have already rode my bike, I shall give you the taste of the remaining two!"

A sly grin curved on his lips as he whispered, "One by one."

I had no idea, those filthy words hold the power to turn me so on. I whimper when his teeth blazed my skin with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Ride my face, Piccola."

And in return, I could give him only whimpers

"Say yes. Say my name!" He said between his works. His tongue slid down my folds and I lost my ability to speak. My legs almost gave up when he gripped my thigh and placed it on his shoulders. "Say it, Piccola," he warned again.

When he saw I didn't—couldn't do it, his teeth grazed my skin, and I screamed.

He made sure the rest of my screams belonged only to him.

****

Walking felt like a challenge with my legs resembling jelly after our earlier escapade. Still, I managed to put one foot in front of the other, striving for an appearance of normalcy.

Lesson learned: Never provoke Lorenzo's jealousy again.

Lara soon joined me in the parking lot, her curiosity shining through as she inquired, "What happened to you?"

"Uh... Nothing. I'm fine," I replied, attempting to appear nonchalant.

She squinted at me skeptically, clearly not buying my response. "Uh-huh... looks like an enchanted 'Enzo fine' to me."

"Shut up, Lara," I retorted, though we both knew she was onto something.

Lorenzo had vanished shortly after orchestrating the most incredible orgasm of my life. I could still vividly recall the smug satisfaction on his face.

"Where's Mark?" I inquired, thinking I could get the knowledge of Lorenzo.

Without looking up from her food, Lara replied, "I don't know. Mark mentioned some important work, during our fucks."

I scoffed. "Look at you, how incredibly happy you are to get Mark's gigantic dick!"

She grins as she replies, "It's not like you are complaining about the other brother, babe!"

I rolled my eyes on her. Even though I haven't seen his size yet, I know that it would be enough to make me scream. She has always been this bold and sometimes utterly shameless. Just like Lorenzo. However, I felt like I would rather enjoy Mark's vice in between these shameless people. We began to walk towards our car to get to David's office when I noticed Oliver walking in.

His eyes were red and puffy. Looks like his teammate's death had really got him. Oliver's eyes locked onto mine, and he greeted us with a tight smile before walking towards us. Lara shifted uncomfortably beside me.

"Enzo's girl..." Oliver's sharp, grating voice pierced through the air, instantly annoying me. "Isn't it blatantly obvious? The petty boy got the rich girl, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow in response to his remark, but he remained undeterred. Playing his role as the quintessential mean bully, he swaggered over and took a seat in front of us, his face adorned with a smug smirk.

I stood up straight and asked, "What do you want, Oliver?"

He only smirked at me, his gaze unwavering. "Would you give me what I really want, Anastasia?"

"Depends on what you're asking for."

He locked his gaze with mine and said, "Quit digging into the past, Anastasia. It will only harm you."

My brows furrowed in confusion. "And how exactly will it harm me?"

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Anastasia. You have no fucking idea!" He replied, his voice laden with a warning tone. "With the killer out now, trying to pretend to be the monster..." his voice trailed off. "It won't last much longer."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter what I mean. Mr. X has been notified with all the chaos going on here, and just know that he won't stay quiet."

Who the hell is Mr. X now?

"Are you scared?"

He scoffed, running his hand through his hair. "Hell yeah, I am, okay. I know we're practically enemies, and you're trying to be a hero. But trust me when I say this. Mr. X isn't the type to just watch and go. He preys. He kills."

"Then wouldn't you be aware of him?" I mocked.

"You think this is funny?" I questioned in surprise. "Kevin, Shawn, and Sam's deaths aren't unheard of. And once he decides to step in, we are all dead. And I mean all of us. He won't spare us either."

"So basically, you're scared of yourself, huh?"

This time, Oliver scoffed again rather than arguing more. 

"Why? Just because you lost a few of your friends, does that hurt huh?" I asked in confidence. My tone was a little taunting at him. "What about them who you have forced to die an everyday death then?"

"Well, all I know is that I'm going to expose the fact that numerous students have suffered because of you, Oliver. Do you realize how much pain a bully can cause in someone's life? How many students have committed suicide or gone missing? Are you suggesting I should just ignore all of that?"

Oliver's expression soured as he continued to stare at me. "All I'm doing is giving you a warning," he muttered. "Exposing us isn't that easy."

"Really," I scoffed, unimpressed. "Well, try me." But even though it was a heated argument, I noticed the discomfort in Oliver as he spoke. "All you're trying to do is extricate yourself from trouble. But that's not going to happen! No matter if your friends have escaped the punishment of the law, I will make sure you won't."

He sighed, clearly frustrated, and finally stood up. "Fine. Enjoy your little crusade, then."

A/N: Damn that make out sesh was hot! I mean is this why all the book girls fell in love with the bikers? I guess I need one now, who can give me the reason to ride three things<3

Now who the hell is this Mr. X?

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