Page 38 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

LORENZO

I have never lived with a woman, and it’s new to me. I have only ever relied on myself. Many adopted kid’s end up the same way, from what I know. Being given away as a child, really messes with your head. It’s hard to feel good enough, when as a kid you are discarded.

I’m extremely independent, and for lack of a better word, broken. I have to make sure I don’t hurt or damage Storm.

I must also appear, totally cool, and calm with us living together. But I don’t have a problem with that, at all, which is weird.

Until I met Storm, and fell, if that’s what it is, I was convinced I’d never find the one. That I would never live with a woman, in a real, and healthy relationship.

I still need alone time, and I disguise that with workouts in the gym, long swims, and contemplating business on the roof.

I don’t want to change anything, but I do not want her to know.

To know I’m slowly getting used to this, and trying to adapt fast,

I am taking it easy on Storm as we have sex, fuck, and make love. Somehow, she seems to keep taking everything I give her.

She is extremely accommodating, and knowing she has only slept with one guy, turns me on.

I enjoy taking, licking, tasting, savoring, and devouring her, and doing it more than any other time in my life.

I have started to command her, on when, and where to not wear panties.

She likes that, and it’s important to me. I enjoy telling her when she can come for me. A little messed up, but hot.

After not really dating for a year, and having very little sex, it’s likely healthy for me to be with Storm.

I just have to ensure, I do not retreat into my old ways, and get too demanding, or play mind games.

The old me was a deviant, a fiend. Storm deserves more and I need to set limits.

It is good I keep my more wild kinks in check, for at least now.

If I want this to work, I have to start acting like I’m in a team. I want to make this, us work.

No! I have to make us work.

I am expected to attend a gala this coming Friday, but I do not want to go. I am donating to various causes, it is something I’ve done for a while.

I have been donating several million a year to a fund. And that fund, disperses money to global orphanages, and adoption agencies.

After convincing the equally reclusive Storm to join me, we dress, and we talk.

I adjust my tux jacket and bow tie, as Storm turns in the stunning black Gucci dress we selected this afternoon.

She felt too shy to wear it, but I told her if she does not want to dress up, I will have to attend the ball, alone. Once dressed, I knew she would love it, and it will help her confidence.

I watch her slip on the black Valentino high heels, slick back her hair, and finish her catlike eyes.

She is so stunning. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

After dinner on our roof, as the sun sets, we check on Falcon, and we leave in the Bentley.

Alfred is in the city, and after he drops us off, we enter the event, hand in hand.

It’s becoming our way, and in large gatherings, Storm often takes my hand. I have come to adore it, and I’m sick of being alone in events, and sick of having women target me.

I also like Storm close, and I know she dislikes getting separated in large unknown crowds. It’s still hard to remember, she is technically a small-town girl, and at times she is still under confident.

I enjoy protecting her, holding her soft hand in mine. I want men to know, she is mine, and only mine.

As we circulate, and talk to NY state dignitaries, plus people I know from showbiz, we drink, and we mingle.

It is not too unpleasant, and there is unexpected artwork on display.

Even if I notice several morons checking Storm out, I keep my anger in check. She is my girl, and only mine.

I enjoy watching Storm spend more time in my world, even when an ex walks up, and tries to peck me on the cheek.

Storm’s eyes flare, and she stares daggers.

As I pull back from the heiress, I make my position clear, without even thinking. “This is my girlfriend.”

My ex’s eyes change, then she turns her Botox filled face, on Storm. “Delighted. I’m Candice.”

The Hamptons blue blood is rude enough to stick around, and soon she makes us both feel uncomfortable.

I cannot fathom what I saw in her, but in the day she did a lot of catwalk, and looked better. It’s time to lose her, and I share a quick look with my girl.

Candice has started discussing careers, and she has made it obvious, she thinks modelling is prestigious, and complex.

Storm controls herself, and the aging catwalk model, and faded blue blood pushes her a step too far.

“So, walking straight must be very hard, at times” Storm says. Perfectly flat, and perfectly timed.

Candice starts to explain it is, and I have to turn my head, to hide my smile.

Finally, the woman gets it, and she flicks her hair, and lifts her Botox filled face. She asks Storm what she does, and she is short, and rude.

Jumping in to protect my girl, I decide to push back. “Storm has taken it easy for some time, haven’t you?”

Storm raises a brow, as if asking me WTF.

“You just have that English literature degree, correct?” I pause for effect. “Oh, my mistake, I forgot. You’re also basically, a pilot, very dangerous with a sword, competent in Italian, and you can dive to five hundred feet. You can also salsa, as good as any in the city.”

The aging model freezes, and she lifts her chin an extra inch.

She then quickly knocks back her champagne and makes an excuse to get another. As she cuts through the crowd, and safely away, Storm steps up, and kisses my cheek.

“Why, thank you, dear.”

“My pleasure, dear.”

“I so can’t believe you fucked her.”

I almost spit out my whiskey, before I give her a look. “Well, what else was I going to do? You were slow in… coming.”

Storm leans in, and she runs a hand around my neck.

“Darling, I am never slow in coming, and if you ever need to wait for something… Learn to read a book.”

I lift her chin, and I look deep into her eyes. “But one of us had to become a sex… ”

“Expert?” she asks, raising a playful brow.

“Your words, not mine.”

“Teacher?”

“Better,” I say with a grin.

“On that note, when does the student become the master?”

I clear my throat, and I whisper low, against her ear. “When you know more than I, dearest.”

Storm smiles, and she gives me ‘come to bed eyes.’

My heart surges, then I get nervous. “Not fucking here!” I say low, and nervously. I put my lips right next to her ear and I whisper ultra-low. “Wait until home, and I will tear you in two.”

Storm looks at me closely, and our faces are inches apart, our lips almost touching. “Not waiting.” I inhale, shake my head slow, and drink, before she chuckles. “Oh my God, I made you blush.”

“What?”

“You just blushed.”

“I did not blush, and I do not blush, darling. There is also nothing you can do, that will ever surprise me.”

“Bet on it,” she demands, extending a hand. I extend mine, and we pause. “The terms? Anything the other wants?” Storm asks, eyeing me.

I am becoming wary, fast, I take every deal seriously. Business or otherwise. In saying that, this time, screw it.

“Done,” I say huskily, as we shake hands.

Storm knocks the last of her champagne back, then she pulls me in by my jacket. She looks up inside the marble building, and she is starting to worry me.

“Now, you’re going to take me in the bathroom, and you’re going to come inside me!”

Before I can protest, she walks away, leaving me hard.

I glance carefully around, to make sure no one heard, or is watching. We are in the clear, and seconds later, I walk through the marble columned central area, and I follow the crazy vixen.

As I walk down the marble hall, I sweep my eyes around the area.

Sixty seconds later, I enter the classy marble bathroom. Storm is locked safely inside the ladies, and she is already naked, except for the diamonds around her neck, and her high heels.

The Bulgari diamonds I gave her last week glint, and in contrast, the jet-black Valentino high heels make her long legs look edible.

As I enter, I lock the door in one move. I give zero Fs, about anyone, who needs the mirror, bathroom, or whatever. They can use the men’s.

With Storm completely naked, perfectly shaven, and her acting so wickedly, I know what needs to be done.

I do not mess around, and I get her wet ultra-fast.

I then take her against the marble wall, and against the gold framed full length mirror. I want her to see herself be claimed by me, especially the moment we come as one.

Minutes later, and under the crystal chandelier, while staring into the huge mirror, we start to come together.

As I yank her head back, I feel her pussy clamp down and shudder. I stop holding back and my cum pumps.

As the woman I love calls my name low, I tell her I love her. It is beyond intense. It is spectacular.

I’m falling deeper, and I cannot climb out.

After I dispose of the condom, I carefully dress my naked beauty. The last thing I do, is kiss her, like she likes to be kissed. Long, slow, and deep but finishing lip bruisingly hard.

Finally, we check each other over, and she wipes my lips to remove the lipstick.

Storm then applies more to her sinful lips, and I imagine them around my thick cock.

Seconds later, we exit separately, and we ignore the looks from the three unimpressed women in gowns.

After finding the rooftop, we stand on a distant corner, and whiskies are delivered.

Storm looks impeccable, and I have noticed way too many men, admiring her. It makes me wild, but I’m unsure what to do.

It then comes to me, and it is crystal clear.

I consider myself a closer, and in all areas of my work. It is my thing. I simply close deals.

As we stare across New York City, and under the sparkling stars, I know it’s time. As I turn to Storm, she looks at me, as if she knows something is different.

“What?”

How the hell could she tell? Tell I am losing it, that much? I clear my throat, and I push on. “I’m proud of you, Storm. You and your hobbies. Even if you will finish your pilot’s license next year, you are an amazing woman.”

My gorgeous girlfriend blushes, then her eyes focus. “Thank you… But that’s not all. Is it?”

“No. And I never imagined.”

“Imagined what?” Storm says, smiling up at me.

“Imagined, I’d get married.”

There is silence, and her eyes study mine. I can tell her mind is processing, and her hesitancy worries me.

“How about you?” I ask, turning more fully to her.

“I don’t know. I guess one day, maybe.”

I look at her closely, and it’s time. “We’ll get married, and we need to do it soon.”

Storm’s eyes pop, and she half yells. “What?!”

It is time to explain myself, and to make things clear. Once and for all. I will also, not take no for an answer.

“Look, Storm. I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone.” Her eyes go big, and I take her hand. “You know it, and I know it. You’re mine. And, I won’t ever love another. I’m yours.”

“Jesus, Lorenzo. Are you serious!” she asks trying to keep her voice low. It did not work.

“A hundred percent,” I say. ‘I’ll arrange things next week.”

“The hell you will.”

I step closer, and I hold her face in my hands. “Baby, I love you, and you’re all I need.”

“Lorenzo, I love you too, but… ”

“No buts. Tell me we aren’t meant for each other.” There is silence. “Exactly baby, and deep down you know it.”

“No! Yes, maybe, but what the?”

I suddenly feel calm, and finally, my life feels complete. I look across NYC, and the city I call my home. It is a city I have also conquered, where many have failed.

“Lorenzo?”

I stare across Manhattan, and I feel high. I’m not drunk, I just have it all worked out. I do however feel her eyes on me.

“Yes darling,” I say looking back at her.

“You. Are. A. Crazy. Arsehole.”

“You’ve always known that, baby. You love me for it, and I you.” I lift Storm’s hand, and I kiss her knuckles. I hold her chin in my other hand, and my eyes find hers. “We are meant for each other, and you know I’ll protect, and worship you. I’ll also do it until the end of time.”

Our eyes meet, and they hold.

This is it.

That night, in bed, we have the most intense sex, ever. As I take Storm, she, as much takes me. For the first real time, we make love, all night.

We do not fuck, at all.

It feels different, and it is different. It’s as if, like in a ritual, we cross some kind of invisible line. Or we are truly becoming one, and joined forever.

As we look deep into each other’s eyes, we slowly pleasure each other. It is not our usual brutal or savage sex. And we do not look at, or see anything else.

I am lost in the Storm.

I’ve never met anyone so uncomplicated, so beautiful, so pure, and so unselfish. I know Storm is the one, and I know I need to protect her from all the chaos in the world.

From now on, I will dedicate my life to looking after her, and only her.

As we come together, our fingers are laced tight, and our spirits unite.

As far as I am concerned, the deal is done, and we are one. All without words, and a piece of paper. Anything else will simply be a formality.

We were already one.

United.

Together.

Forever.