ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Lorenzo pinned my hands behind my back and stepped between my legs. He rotated his hips once against my core and I felt myself grow impossibly wetter. He peppered open-mouthed kisses down the length of my throat and all I could do was angle my head to the side to give him better access.
He managed to hold onto my hands with one of his while the other trailed down to my cotton shorts so he could slip his hand inside. I let out a gasp and I felt the corner of his lips tilt up. His pointer finger brushed against my slit and he pulled it out to show me just how wet I was.
“Is all this for me?” he teased and I rolled my eyes. He grabbed my jaw with his hand. “Roll your eyes at me again and I will take you over my knee until your ass is f*****g red and sore. Am I clear?”
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