Page 47 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

As I sit in the outdoor bath, I finally let it all go. It is perfectly quiet, and perfectly peaceful. The setting sun, and its colors are vivid. They are beautiful, and calming.

I’ve always enjoyed the outdoor bath, and its view of the winding river. It takes me back, to a time when life was simple. Without chaos and uncertainty.

I focus on the old book, again, and it is an old favorite. A classic. It’s about someone going through life’s ups and downs, but doing it with grace.

Unlike me.

As I sip the home-made moonshine, I think of grandpa. I knew where he’d hidden his stash, he’d shown it to me before he passed.

I think of my grandmother, and then, them both. They were always madly in love, and they were for as long as I can recall.

What did they have, that we did not?

And is it me, because I’m broken?

As I sigh, I look up at the sun. I have several minutes of warm rays, and then it will be gone. Snuffed out, like my time in NYC.

As I read on, I flip a page. I leave a wet finger mark on it, and focus on the next sentence.

Suddenly, I hear a high-pitched cry, and movement catches my eye. A bird streaks by in the distance, and then it swoops over the treetops, and my bath ultra-fast.

It banks around, and seconds later, it almost hovers in front of me. It flaps its giant wings, and its cold black eyes focus on me. “What the hell?”

It looks like the falcon from New York, but that is insane.

Before I can move, it drops, landing on the large outdoor table. It then eats the rest of my sandwich.

I leap up from the bath with my book, and I’m completely naked.

My instincts are activated, and something is screwed up. I’m fast, but I’m not fast enough, because suddenly a helicopter streaks overhead with a roar.

“Jesus Christ!”

I cover myself, with the book, but I’m too late. I cuss, leap out, and I walk closer to the falcon. I stare at it closely, and I finally recognize it’s colors.

“Falcon?” I shake my head, and I mumble low.

Hearing a twig break behind me, I spin, and my eyes pop. “You!”

“You’re a hard woman to find.”

“Well, not hard enough!”

I drop the book to cover my wet naked body, but it is small. As Lorenzo walks closer, I back away. The only way I can back, is towards the cliff edge, and it’s a long way down.

For some reason, Lorenzo is dressed in rugged outdoor clothes, and not his usual suit. Somehow the brown suede jacket and boots work, and I’d forgotten how well put together he is.

I’m about to give him a piece of my mind, when he hands me a phone.

I shake my head and lift my chin.

He tosses it to me, and crosses his arms. “Push play!”

“Why?”

“Please, just push it.”

As I mutter, “son of a bitch,” I do, not that it will matter. He is still a cheating bastard.

The sooner we get this horse shit out of the way, the sooner I’ll be back to normal.

Security camera footage, or some kind of CCTV footage plays on the phone. I look closer, and I hold the book over my wet folds.

The screen shows a lavish marble bathroom, and the back of what looks like Lorenzo. Lorenzo is in a black suit, and he stands at a basin, without his jacket.

He splashes water on his face, there is a noise, and he turns from the mirror, calling out.

Seconds later, a naked woman in high heels struts in.

OMG.

Was that Sophia?

Lorenzo backs away, and his hands come up defensively. “What the hell are you doing?”

Sophia says something hard to hear, but Lorenzo’s next words are clear. “Get the hell away from me!”

Sophia hands Lorenzo a shot, and he swats it away. The shot glass shatters against the wall, and she continues forwards. Shaking his head, Lorenzo backs up.

I flick my eyes up to Lorenzo, and he watches me. He then lifts some of my grandpa’s moonshine. Smug bastard.

I watch the phone closely, and the bathroom door onscreen opens. At the same time, the French bimbo drops to her knees, right in from of him!

As the door opens further, I appear in the Dior gown. I then gasp, and run. Lorenzo is fast, and he grabs his jacket, before shoving the French skank aside. He then tries to run after me, slips, falls, and calls my name.

I hit stop, and throw Lorenzo his phone.

We stare at each other, and he knocks back the small shot glass of moonshine. Lorenzo coughs from its strength, and I shake my head. “You always were soft.”

I carefully lean in, and I snatch the moonshine shot glass from him. I pour myself one, and I knock the moonshine back in one. I need it, badly .

“And she’s fired,” Lorenzo says, eyeing me.

“And?” I ask, unsure what I’m expecting, or what I’m trying to do.

“We get married this weekend!”

“What?” I yell spurting half the moonshine out. I wipe my mouth. “The hell we do.”

“Look Storm, you’re mine, and I’ve come for you. Pack your fucking bags!”

I don’t know what to say, and I’m lost for words.

“One other thing!” Lorenzo says, stepping closer. “You don’t just run. We don’t run. This is forever. We, are forever!”

I’m unsure what to say, or do, when he gets distracted.

He’s just noticed the short antique sword I ‘borrowed’ from his penthouse. The one I use to cut bread, and cheese. “That’s my sword!”

“Was. It’s now a bread knife. With real use.”

“You’re picking up bad habits,” Lorenzo says, stepping forwards again.

I lift my chin, defiantly, as I back step towards the cliff. “Too bad, maybe now, I’m a bad girl. Anyway, what are you gonna do about it?”

Lorenzo is now close, and my feet are near the cliff edge. One step and I am dead.

The thing is, I’m turned on. I like him bossy when I’m naked, I always have.

“You’re a bad student, and you need a good spanking,” my teacher says angrily, and husky. “You always have.”

I shoot daggers from my eyes. I am naked on the cliff edge, and my nipples are pebbling. Lorenzo looks me up and down, and I am starting to get wet.

I brush past my teacher, and I walk towards the cabin. The front door is already open, and I walk inside, towards the fireplace that is blazing.

As the fire crackles, and the last of the sun streams in, I stand in front of the fireplace. I spread my slightly wet legs wide, and I raise my arms, and hands high.

I hold onto the old stone wall, and I inhale.

A minute later, I hear nothing. I am starting to get worried, then I hear a footstep. It’s some kind of boot. Seconds later, I hear the door creak close, and then it is locked.

I hear boots, and then I hear clothes dropping to the floor.

My heart pounds, and my clit is starting to throb harder and harder. I feel hands around my hair, and then one hand pulls my hair, to hold me in place. My teacher then smacks my butt, hard.

Really fucking hard.

I wince, and I bite down, my nipples pebbled. I am so turned on, and I am getting drenched. Fast.

As I am held in place, another spank comes.

Again its far too hard, but I am beginning to like it.

Too much.

Finally, the spanking stops, and my teacher spins me around. Our eyes lock, and hold, and then he lifts me up.

He sits me on the old mantle, and then he drops to a knee. Roughly, my teacher flips one of my legs onto his shoulders, and he looks at me and pauses.

I hold his hair in my fists, and we don’t look away.

My heart pounds hard, as does my aching clit. It is now inches from my teacher’s mouth, and it hungers for him.

The savage tease then swipes his tongue through me. He does it again, long and slow, as he wraps an arm around me. It locks onto my round butt, and Lorenzo swipes my wet folds again.

I whimper.

He does not swipe me again, this time… He thrusts his tongue deep into me. I gasp, and cannot help it, “oh God.”

He swipes his tongue straight between my folds again, and he sucks my clit straight into his lips.

It is wicked and rough. I grab his hair, pulling him in, harder.

As he fucks me with his tongue, I start to lose it. I have not come in over a week, and I have built up stress, anger and lust.

Finally, he inserts three fingers inside me, and with a wet sucking sound, he drives into me hard. He curls them up and he hits that spot.

As he sucks on my clit and pumps my G spot, I can’t last any longer.

I moan loud, call his name, and I come on his face,

Before I catch my breath, Lorenzo carries me to the old kitchen table. The entire cabin is one large room, and as he lays me down, he steps back.

With a fast sweep of his big arm, the table is suddenly clear.

As things crash onto the ground, I bite my lip, and wrap my legs around him. I draw him straight in, he cannot get away from me now.

“Inside, now!” I demand.

We stare deep into each other’s eyes, and we both reach down. We swipe his huge crown up and down my slick folds, and I can’t wait any longer.

As I pull him in, Lorenzo holds my hips.

His free hand then goes to my face, and his hand holds my jaw. His thumb slips into my mouth, and I moan, and I suck it in.

Lorenzo pauses for a second and then in one move, he thrusts into me.

It is almost too much, and I pant as I’m stretched wide.

He gives me a minute to catch my breath, and then he starts to really fuck me. Fuck me like he means it.

He is, as always expert, but this time he is ruthless, and savage. I unravel brutally fast, and finally, as my core tightens around him, we call each other’s names.

We then come together in an earth-shattering orgasm.

I’m unsure, if I can remember either of us coming so explosively, and we are both likely emotionally wrecked.

As Lorenzo lays on top of me sweating and panting, I hold him close. I don’t want to let him go. Not now.

Not ever.

Finally, he slowly pulls out, and he stands. As he helps me up, and into a sitting position, our eyes meet. He then puts his hands on his hips. “Get your things.”

“What?”

“We’re getting married.”

“You cannot be serious?”

“Baby, you need to get used, to it,” Lorenzo says, before holding my chin. Ever so softly, he kisses my cheek, and he whispers close. “I refuse to live without you!”

I watch him closely, and he looks completely serious.

“I’ve never had this, just so you know. A real relationship. That means everything to me. Everything in the world. I’ll never love another, Storm. This is it, for me! I will be yours forever.”

I am still processing it, when he drops this on me. “There is no one else like you, and there never will be anyone else like you. You’re perfect, you’re one in a billion.”

My stomach flips and I don’t know what to say.

“I will love you, protect you, and worship you, for the rest of your life.”

My mouth is open, but no words are coming out. As I wipe a tear with the back of his hand, Lorenzo kisses my knuckles.

Before I can think straight, this comes out. “What about the bird?”

“It comes with us.”

“What?”

“It won’t leave, babe. And I’m guessing, it wants to be part of the family. Whether we like it or not, the Peregrine is now with us.”

I shake my head, at the madness. Yesterday, I was single, and now this…

Lorenzo walks to the bathroom sink, and he returns with hot water on a towel. As the last of the rays stream in the window, he wipes me down with perfect care, and attention. His eyes sweep over every inch of me, and he does it like I’m the last person on earth.

“And we’ll need kids.”

“What?”

“One day, we will need children.”

“Are… Are you crazy?” I say, suddenly unsure.

Lorenzo lifts my chin, and he is gentle, and perfect. “Sweetheart, I never had a family. I need one, and I need you. I want to build a family with you. I love you, and I always will.”

I wipe another tear from my face, and I pull him in close. “I love you too,” I say, finally caving.

We kiss, and hold each other close, as if we’ll never ever let go. That’s because we won’t.

Not now.