Page 194 of Love Arranged

“I won’t.”Or will I?

I can’t think straight with the way he looks at me, his eyes a window to his beautifully broken soul. “This isn’t only sex for me,” he says softly, as if I didn’t feel his words down to the marrow of my bones.

“What else could it be?”

“You know.”

My chin lifts defiantly. “I’m getting tired of you saying that.”

“I’d love to say something else, but I’m waiting on you.”

“Why?”

“Because you have all the control here.”

Do I?Because I feel like a prisoner in a cage of my own making, and Lorenzo is my warden. I’ll spend forever tied tohim, whether it be due to the strings of fate or by shackles of lust.

He climbs onto the bed and crawls slowly toward me, his hands brushing up the length of my calves, then my thighs, before they land on my hips.

His smile is arrogant as he lifts my dress high enough to reveal the wet spot on my underwear.

“Tell me what else this could be, baby.”

Firstamore mio, thenbaby? I’m a goner in two different languages—that much becomes clear from the way my stomach clenches.

“I’m not your baby.” My voice trembles, whether it be from adrenaline coursing through my veins or anger at him for dragging out this process after being the one to initiate it.

“Do you preferamore mio?” He slips his hand under the band of my panties and pulls them slowly down my thighs.

“I prefer that you put your mouth to better use.”

“How quickly that happens depends onyou.”

I spread my legs wider and tilt my hips in a universal sign to sayPut your mouth on my pussy, please. He moves forward, close enough for the tip of his nose to trace my soaked slit, and goose bumps explode across my body.

He reaches over and nips me in the thigh. “You’re so damn hard-headed.”

“Why does it matter if this means anything to me?”

“Everythingabout you matters to me.”

My scoff comes out forced.

Lorenzo takes a deep breath and groans against my center, and I swear, I nearly give in. I’m not the stronger Muñozsister, and I don’t want to be if it means denying myself what I want.

“Is it so hard to believe?”

Yes, I want to say.

“You’re my fiancée, Lily,” he replies, as if that’s supposed to answer any lingering doubts.

“None of this isreal.”

He drags two fingers through my wetness before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them. “Tastes pretty fucking real to me.” His tongue darts out to lick them clean, and my lower half throbs as I picture him doing the same to me.

He then yanks my thighs wide open as far as they’ll go, making me gasp when he shoves his face against my core. His possessive hold on my thighs tightens as he inhales.

“Smells that way too.” The tip of his nose presses into me, and my eyes flutter closed before they snap open again when he sinks two fingers inside me. He unleashes a low laugh that rolls through me.