Page 87 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

Swallowing hard, Bianca tried to find the right words. “Because you’re inside me. It excites me.”

“Then ride me if it excites you.”

Chapter Sixteen

With Bianca sprawled over his half-clothed body, Lorenzo lay on the sofa in his parlor, one arm around her back, the other stroking over her delectable naked backside, her skirts hiked up to her waist. He’d never felt better. The fight with Raphael was forgotten, and all he could think of was the pliable woman in his arms.

“Tell me about your life,” she suddenly demanded.

“There’s not much to tell.” And the things that mattered, he couldn’t really talk to her about for fear of giving away his secrets.

“You jest. You must be the first man I’ve met who doesn’t like the sound of his own voice.”

Lorenzo chuckled. “I’m not like most men. I’m very private.”

“Is that why you don’t have the servants live with you?”

“I don’t have many servants, only one permanent one really, my valet, and he normally resides with me. I’ve given him a few days off. The others only spend several hours a day with me when I need them.”

“That’s very peculiar.”

“Not if you don’t like others to nose around in your private business.”

“What is it you have to hide then?” Bianca teased.

He gave her a playful slap on her bottom. “If I had anything to hide, I’d hardly blurt it out just because you’re asking.”

“What if I ask more nicely?”

Lorenzo responded in the same playful tone she’d used, “How nicely?”

She wiggled above him, grinding her body against his cock.

He let out a hearty laugh. “That’s very nice indeed. But don’t you think you’ve had enough for tonight?”

“You never seem to get enough.”

He lifted his hand from Bianca’s backside and brought it to her chin, tilting her face up so he could look at her. Her lids were half-lowered, the eyes behind them sleepy, and her lips were plump and red from his kisses. By God, how he loved that sight.

“Of you, my sweet Bianca, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

“You say that now, but—”

He put his finger across her lips. “No but. With you, everything is perfect. I’ve never been in want of a mistress, but now that I have you, I can’t seem to remember how I ever did without.”

His answer seemed to please her if he interpreted her sweet smile correctly. “You know that you don’t have to charm me if you want to have your way with me again. I’m not likely to refuse you.”

“The way I recall it is that you were having your way with me. Or aren’t you the same woman who just rode me like the Devil was chasing her?” He’d never seen a woman with such enthusiasm to please him. As if she’d wanted to snap his control in half like a twig in the path of an approaching army.

“You didn’t like it?” Her smile told him that she knew his answer full well. He’d loved every second of it.

Lorenzo reached down to her bottom and gave it a quick slap. “I think somebody is in need of a little disciplining. It’ll teach you not to mock your master.”

When he glanced at her face, he caught a flash of fear in her eyes. He instantly stilled his hand then stroked gently over her soft flesh. “Don’t fear me, Bianca. I promised you I’d never hurt you. You believe me, don’t you?”

He held his breath as he waited for her answer, hoping he hadn’t scared her with his demands. Despite the fact that he’d started out by trying to push her to her limits to make her confess about her deception, his need to have her tell him the truth about her past and her motives for being with him had made way for the delight he felt when he realized that she didn’t shy away from even the most debauched acts he shared with her. It didn’t matter anymore that her motives for being with him weren’t honest. Bianca had made up for it with the uninhibited passion she allowed him to tease out of her.

It seemed like an eternity until her lips finally parted and her breath ghosted against his skin. “I trust you.”