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They hadn’t even made it two steps inside when Lorenzo slammed her back against the wall. His body pressed hard into hers, trembling with heat. He was burning—fevered, flushed, his skin hot to the touch. His breath came out in sharp, ragged bursts, and his wild eyes locked onto hers like a predator closing in.

Chapter 10 Let Me Breathe

Krystal reached into her purse, pulled out a small white pill, and slipped it between his parted lips.

“This will help,” she whispered, brushing back his damp hair. “But it’s still going to burn through you for a while.”

Lorenzo growled low in his throat, the sound rough and primal. Then he crashed his mouth into hers.

The kiss was a hungry, desperate thing—his lips devouring hers, his teeth catching her lower lip and tugging before suckling it into his mouth. His tongue followed, wet and hot, coaxing hers inside his mouth and curling around it as if he couldn’t get enough.

She felt him throb against her leg—hard, pulsing with a desperate need that only she could soothe.

Gasping for air, she tore her lips from his. “Lorenzo… how about you take a cold shower?” she managed, backing away toward the bedroom.

But he kept coming.

His steps were slow and predatory, his eyes dark with desire. She barely made it to the window when her back hit the cool glass—and he was on her again.

“Don’t move,” he growled, catching her wrists in one strong hand. In a single motion, he tugged the scarf from her hair and used it to bind her wrists together.

“Wait—hey—Lorenzo—”

But he was already lifting her arms, tying them to the curtain rod above the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Her arms stretched high, her toes still brushing the ground.

Before she could process, he grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it upward. It bunched around her elbows, covering her eyes and blinding her to everything else. Only her nose and mouth were still exposed.

“Lorenzo!” she gasped, blinking in the sudden darkness.

“Don’t disturb me,” he whispered, his breath brushing hot against her ear.

She heard a soft click behind her—her bra unclasping—and then he slid it up to tangle it with the shirt above her head. The cool air touched her bare chest, sending a sharp shiver through her as her nipples hardened instantly.

“Lorenzo…” she whispered, panic flickering in her voice.

“Quiet,” he rasped.

His hand slid around her waist and pushed her skirt and panties down in one rough motion. He kicked them aside, then grabbed behind her knees, lifting her just enough to make the rest fall. The movement was fast, frantic, and hungry.

His face buried in the crook of her neck, warm breath fanning over her skin. He pressed his body tight against hers, letting her feel every hard inch of him.

“Your drive me fucking insane,” he murmured hoarsely, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear.

His erection throbbed against her hip, urgent and aching. One hand moved up her side, fingers brushing her ribcage before cupping her heavy breast, his thumb grazing her nipple. The other hand slid behind her, gripping her ass before trailing between her thighs.

His fingers rubbed her slowly, testing the heat and wetness building between her legs.

“Ah…” she moaned softly, her body twitching under the blindfold.

Her breath came in short, needy gasps. Tied and helpless, she could hardly move—every sensation heightened, every touch amplified.

Lorenzo grabbed her face with the same hand that had been cupping her breast. He tilted her head, claiming her mouth again—this time deeper, darker. His tongue dragged hers out, tasting her as if starved, then biting her lip with a fierce hunger.

Krystal gasped, breathless from the force of Lorenzo’s touch. His hands pinned her still, and she didn’t dare make any sudden movements. All she could do was tilt her head back, helpless, as his lips claimed her neck with burning urgency.

He kissed and nibbled her soft skin, his tongue dragging up the delicate curve from her collarbone to the underside of her ear, then trailing back down. Every lick left a feverish wetness in its path, making her skin shiver. His mouth worked with slow,relentless hunger, blanketing her neck in kisses so deep and damp she could barely catch her breath.

By the time he finally pulled back, her chest was heaving, her lips parted in desperate need. She lifted her head, gasping, eyes glazed with heat. For a moment, she forgot where they were—or that she was even bound.