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Trapped with my Mom's Dangerous Ex-Husband

Blurb: I came to Santa Monica to heal... not to ruin everything. After a messy breakup and a draining year at the university, I needed escape. Sun, sand, and time with my step-sister Vivian seemed perfect... until I saw him. Lorenzo Moretti. Her father. Off-limits. My mother's ex-husband. Older. Dangerous. And the only man who's ever looked at me like he could see the chaos inside me. It started with stolen glances. Then a touch. Then nights that blurred the line between guilt and ecstasy. Lorenzo is nothing like the boys I've known... he's dominant, experienced, and hiding secrets of his own. But the deeper I fall, the closer everything comes to shattering: my mom, my vengeful ex, and the one person we're both lying to... Vivian. Loving him might destroy everything. But I can't stop. Not now that I know what it feels like to be wanted like this. Secrets will burn. But, some sins are worth the fire.
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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Lorenzo's POV

When I married Gianna's mother, it was the right thing at the time, well, until it wasn't. I don't regret the divorce though.

When Gianna stood speechless in front of me, staring. The way her teeth bit at her plump bottom lip had my cock going hard in my pants. wanted to bite her bottom lip more than anything, and have thought about it since the moment I laid my eyes on her.

"Let me know if you need anything, anything at all." I said, making sure to maintain eye contact, hoping she would catch onto my subtlety.

"l will let you know if I need anything," she finally said as she looked down. "Thank you for getting my food."

The sweet tenderness of her voice captivated me every time she spoke, but I knew well, deep down, she was more spice than sweet.

"Again, you don't have to thank me. I will be in my office if you need me." I had to get away from her. The longer she stood there in the black nightie she wore, the more I was likely to lose my self-control.

The way her breasts pebbled under the silk tantalized me in ways I hadn't experienced in years. The urge to grab her by her throat and bend her over the stairs was tempting. What I wouldn't do to see her perfect, peach shaped ass bare for me, the glistening juices of her arousal dripping past her slit as I pushed in with all my might.

It took everything in me to turn away from her. Deciding not to waste another moment, I headed down towards my office, looking to escape the desire to gorge on her. The feeling became stronger and stronger every time I was alone around her.

It was one thing to have these thoughts about her, but to act upon them? That was something else entirely.

Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I groaned before letting my hand slide down my face.

I have got to stay away from her. She has no idea what she does to me. Since the moment she had gotten here, I had been toying with her. Testing her to see where her mind was. It may have been wrong, but something about her drove my internal desires crazy. The primal creature in my soul cried out to claim the prize he sought.

From the soft plump look of her lips down to the large dip of her breasts, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to have her thick thighs wrapped around my face as I devoured the very essence of her being. She was everything I desired in a woman, and | swore the gods had sent her before me to taunt me.

To get me to break my oath and prove to me l am not the dominant man I so thought I could be. She may have not realized it, but without even touching me sexually, she was wrapping me around her slowly. A feeling I hadn't allowed to happen in so very long. Yet, there was no way to stop it.

Standing in the middle of my office, I looked at my desk, taking in the amount of paperwork I needed to get done but didn't have the drive to do.

All I could do was think about her. Taking a deep breath, I left my office, heading towards my bedroom.

A cold shower and a stiff drink were what I needed to calm my racing mind. Yet, as I got to the top of the stairs, I could see her bedroom door partially cracked. She was lying on her bed, and damn, did she look more than appetizing?

Taking a moment to admire her, I forced myself to continue walking until I was in the bathroom, and the sound of water running echoed around me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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