Page 15 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Two hours later, and after way too much champagne, music, on set movie stories, and laughs Tallulah spins me in the white leather chair.

As I stand in front of the full-length mirror, my jaw drops. I turn left and right, and I have been transformed. My hair is now layered, and it seems to have enhanced my facial features.

I am not the nervous girl next door anymore.

Now, I look sophisticated.

And maybe, just maybe, the look will help make my dreams, and sick fantasies come true.

Tallulah steps up behind me. She then puts a black choker necklace on me, and my heart pounds fast.

It is a plain black satin ribbon, but it has some kind of black gem on it. It works with my black dress, black shoes, and it makes me feel chic.

That is when I notice Lorenzo’s dark eyes on me. “What?” I ask. Lorenzo does not look excited. He looks worried. “What?” I ask confused.

Lorenzo shakes his head, and he mumbles something low.

Tallulah walks around me, then she returns with an elegant makeup kit. I am told to sit before she does something to my eyes.

It takes a while, but finally, she steps back happy. “Wallah!”

I stand close to the tall mirror, and suddenly, my look has popped. As if I’m now some sassy model-type from the seventies.

The smokey eyes and choker did it, but also the new hairstyle. My long plain hair is now layered, and shaped.

I flick my eyes to grumpy and he looks concerned. Screw him. I think I look great.

After thanking Tallulah and leaving, Lorenzo and I take a cab to Manhattan. We then walk past bars and clubs.

People are out clubbing, and several guys check me out. I laugh, feel free, excited, and hot. The only thing is, Lorenzo looks pissed.

Pissed, guys are checking me out.

As we walk through a hot part of Manhattan, we pass even more people out on the town. The clubs spew people out and the night is electric. I look over to Lorenzo, and I feel alive. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Lorenzo says.

“I get the feeling you don’t like me like this.”

We walk on in silence, and eventually Lorenzo speaks low. “I like you all ways.”

I don’t know what to say, but as we walk to his apartment building, something inside me glows, as if there is this…

Hope.

The next day, Lorenzo is up early, and he speaks from behind my closed door. I am told to get up and get ready fast. I check the time and its only nine. Nine after a late night, and of all days, it’s Sunday.

After dragging myself up, I see my new hair in the bathroom, I get excited and quickly shower. Lorenzo tells me he is taking me shopping, and to some ultra cool stores he knows of.

“Can’t afford it,” I say.

“Can,” he says.

“How?”

“It’s your welcome gift to New York City. Think of me as an ambassador of New York.”

Fresh from the shower, I sip coffee. “Will I have to do anything weird, like…” I raise a brow.

Lorenzo growls and walks away. “No but if you’re slow, I will spank your hot arse!”

I grin, love the idea and I run to my room.

On the way in the Bentley, Lorenzo explains some of the best fashion boutiques are around Maddison Avenue. I excitedly eat a croissant in his convertible, but I drop pastry flakes between my legs.

Lorenzo doesn’t look happy, and he almost crashes, as he watches me reach between my thighs. I find big pieces and eat them, then I start to do it playfully, as if I am tasting myself.

“Stop it,” he commands.

“Or?” I ask playfully. “Spanking?”

I hear him growl before he sighs, slow and long.

I tell Lorenzo I don’t like the idea of him buying me clothes. Lorenzo is adamant, and he tells me he will either buy clothes for me today, or another woman.

After several hours, and after filling half the Bentley’s trunk with dresses, tops, jackets, and slacks, Lorenzo says I need one last thing.

I disagree, but he commands me to do what I’m told.

An hour later, we head out of another boutique, and I am wearing the last purchase. I walk confidently in my new black jump suit and it’s cute military-ish feel.

I feel like I kick ass. I love it with my new shorter hair, and for once I don’t feel like a plain young girl. I feel like a woman.

As we pass a stunning lingerie store, I slow and pause.

My eyes meet Lorenzo’s, and he steps next to me. We are inches away from each other, and I gulp, and enter. Reluctantly, Lorenzo follows me, and there are a few women inside.

I put my shopping bag near the counter, and as I slowly select sexy bras and panties, I whisper, “I’m paying for these, Mister!”

Lorenzo scowls, and I lift my chin. “Now, follow me!”

He does, and some of the women continue to check him out.

I don’t like it, and Lorenzo is surely safer with me as I try my finds on.

Down the back of the boutique, are marble statues, and changing rooms. Music flows and it is high-class, and private.

Several women try on lingerie, and they swan about, as they check themselves in the tall mirrors. Two are models, or ex models, most likely married to some wealthy guys in Tribeca, or the Upper East Side. Lorenzo is far from safe.

As I walk inside a large changing room, I look down at the sexy lingerie. I am no expert on lingerie, but I adore the Agent Provocateur, Bordelle, and La Perla, the most.

They look decadent, and beyond sensual.

I suddenly know what must be done, and I unlock my door. After looking left and right, I pull Lorenzo inside.

“Storm, no!” he says, as if I’m listening.

“Don’t be stupid,” I demand. “Just don’t look until I’m ready.”

Lorenzo grumbles, as I remove my white Converse, and climb out of the sexy black jumpsuit inches behind him. I hang it up and I pull off my normal thong. I am completely naked, and I feel naughty. I am not wearing a bra today, and I feel free.

I look around, and there are no spare clothing hooks in front of me, I’ve used them all. I huff, and shove my hand against Lorenzo’s. “Here, hold these.”

Lorenzo takes my thong before realizing what it is. He growls low, maybe because it’s still warm.

I pull on an ultra-sexy black lingerie set, and I adjust myself in the full-length mirror. The bra is complex to put on, and the lingerie set even has a strap around my neck.

That neck section drops down to the bra, and there are fine satin, strap-like sections around it.

The lingerie is all black, and mostly satin or sheer. It is slightly bondage in style too.

It’s actually very bondage in style, and I feel hot as fuck.

“Okay, turn.”

Lorenzo does, and he is standing behind me, watching me closely in the mirror. As usual, he is wearing a perfectly tailored suit, and he is half a foot above me.

“What do you think?” I ask turning. Lorenzo’s eyes go dark again, and he says nothing.

“Not bad huh.”

It’s naughty, and far from anything normal. I run a hand along a satin strip, and it’s ultra soft. “Feel it, it’s so smooth.”

Slowly Lorenzo reaches around, and his fingers reach out. For some reason, he stops, so I take his hand, and hold it against the bra. I run his fingers over the satin. I feel electricity again, and I shiver. “Feel good?”

Lorenzo says nothing, and my clit starts to throb. I look into his eyes, and my heart pounds loudly in my ears. I run his fingers over part of my breast, and he seems transfixed.

I close my eyes, and inhale.

Suddenly, he whips his hand back, and the moment is gone.

“Okay, try to remember that look,” I say, “because in a minute, I’ll change.”

I start to undo the bra, but Lorenzo hasn’t turned. I raise a brow, and he turns, and clears his throat.

I giggle, remove the complex straps, black bra and panties, and I reach for the set in yellow. They are French, delicate, and exotic.

After putting them on, I straighten up, and I look at the mirror in front of me. I grin, proud of the woman I am becoming. “Okay, turn,” I say, hoping he likes them.

Lorenzo stands behind me as we both face the mirror. “Dear God,” he mumbles deep and low.

“I know, right.”

Suddenly Lorenzo snaps, and he looks angry. “No! There is no way that you can wear that.”

“What?” I ask spinning to face him. We are inches away, because the stall is not that big.

“Look, you’re getting way too hot, this is wrong!”

I place my hands on my hips, and snap. “Look bossy, I think it’s hot, and what are you gonna do about it?”

Lorenzo does not move, but I can feel him burning up.

“That’s what I thought, and it’s not as if you can rip them off me.”

Lorenzo leans down towards me, and I back up. He steps forwards, and I am now in a corner. I am also turned on. Lorenzo’s eyes are dark, and I start panting. My clit is also throbbing.

“Storm, take off your panties, now!”

I huff amazed, but excited, “No!”

“Storm, do I need to rip them off you?”

I want to say yes, and I want him to do it with his teeth. Lorenzo puts a hand on my wrist, and he lifts it above my head. I am now kind of pinned in position.

“Off now!”

I lean in, and I am almost trembling. “What are you gonna do, spank me?” Lorenzo’s eyes squint. “Oh my God,” I huff, “you just considered it!”

Lorenzo ignores me, as I bite my lower lip. I rest an arm on his chest, and I speak low. “Have you ever done that?”

“No comment.”

“Oh my gosh, you have,” I say turned on. We are still looking at each other, and my nipples are hard. Lorenzo looks down, and we both realize they are, at the same time.

My heart is pounding, and I am going to kiss him. I need him in me, and I cannot wait.

“Give me the panties.”

“Hand!” I demand, and he lets my hand go.

Now with two hands free, I climb out of the panties. Our eyes are locked, and I know I am shaven. He has not dropped his eyes, and I watch his eyes on mine.

I hand the sexy yellow panties to him, and he lifts my own.

I shake my head, “No way. You put them on me!”

Lorenzo lifts his chin, and he growls low like a wolf.

As he continues to look into my eyes, he leans down, and our mouths are inches apart. I place my hands on his shoulders. and I step into my thong.

Slowly he lifts them up my legs, and I wiggle my butt as he tries to get them up, and on me.

It’s so hot, and by the time he finishes I’m drenched. Our lips are almost touching, and as he stands straight, I keep my hands around his neck.

It’s time, it has to be. As I lean in, to wrap my lips around his, there is a sudden knock.

“Everything okay in there?”

I jump, and the white-hot energy is suddenly gone. Just as well. After starting, I would not have let anyone get in the way. He would be mine.

As I take off the hot yellow bra, Lorenzo turns, and I go about getting dressed. “One day you’ll have to tell me about spanking.”

After, I pull on my Converse, I zip up the jumpsuit. “Okay, turn.”

Lorenzo does and I check myself in the mirror. I’ve left the zip down low, and I feel sexy.

“Zip up.”

“You do it.”

Lorenzo’s hands wrap around my chest, and it feels electric, again. I watch him slowly zip up my breasts, and keep them from everyone.

Our eyes meet, and I smile. “Are you okay?”

There is no answer, and the beast behind me looks disturbed and dark.

All I want to do is put my hands up and spread my legs. Then tell him to take me hard, any way he wants.