Ruined (A Dark Alpha Billionaire Romance) (17 page)

He planted a quick kiss on my forehead as he carried me through the apartment, past the walls of gorgeous paintings I hadn’t even noticed earlier, to his luxuriously manly bedroom. He gently tossed me onto the huge bed that was covered in grey silk sheets and a thin, black quilt. Everything about the room was modern, crisp, and masculine, just like Lorenzo. I didn’t have time to study it any further, because Lorenzo reached over and smacked my ass, then jumped onto the bed next to me.

His erection was still massive and hard as a diamond, sticking straight as if pointing to the ceiling. I was mesmerized, staring at his cock as he shifted into a seated position.

“Come here and sit on me, pretty girl,” Lorenzo laughed, noticing my rapt attention. “I owe you a killer orgasm.”

I didn’t need any further prompting.  I crawled over and Lorenzo gently took my hand in his, helping me balance on the soft bed as I swung my leg over his lap. As soon as I was straddling him, Lorenzo took back control. We were sitting face to face, my breasts pressed up against his chest and my pussy hovering just over the tip of his huge cock.

Lorenzo gripped my waist gently but firmly, then pulled me down, pushing my pussy onto the hard tip of his erection. My entrance strained once more, but I was already so wet and turned on that his cock burst right into my, sliding into my pussy without any pain. I wanted to take a minute to revel in the delicious sense of fullness, but Lorenzo was done being patient. He took charge of my body, picking me up so I was hovering over him, just the tip of his cock still inside me, then slammed me down on his lap so he was buried in me to the hilt. Over and over, he thrust me onto him, harder and faster with every stroke. He was making me ride him and I was losing myself to the pleasure.

“Come for me now, baby,” he growled, as he pushed me onto his cock again. My body complied. It had no choice. My pleasure crested as his cock slammed deep inside my channel once again and I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as the wave ripped through me. I cried out a garbled version of his name as Lorenzo continued fucking me relentlessly. As my pussy trembled around him, Lorenzo gripped me tight and pulled me down one final time. He held me there, his hands gripping me tightly as his cock pulsed inside me, shooting thick streams of warm, creamy seed into my core.

Our orgasms lingered, our bodies quivering together in a sweaty, sticky mess as we silently caught our breaths. I leaned heavily against Lorenzo’s hard chest, feeling the swift beat of his heart against my breasts.
Damn, that was fucking incredible.
I had never been fucked like that before. Lorenzo knew exactly how to treat my body, how to coax out my pleasure. I found myself wishing we could do this again, and again. I wanted more.
Stop being silly
, I told myself. This was just a one-night stand, nothing more. Lorenzo didn’t seem like the kind of guy who was looking for anything long-term.

I got up and started looking around for my clothes, but Lorenzo grabbed my arm. “What are you doing?” he asked, looking into my eyes. His bright eyes held such an intensity. It was as if fire was always burning just behind them.

“I’m trying to find my clothes so I can head home and let you sleep in peace,” I told him, looking away to hide the pink blush that crept up my cheeks.

“It is late. You can sleep here tonight. I’ll make sure you get home safe in the morning,” he assured me.

I nodded and covered a yawn. I was finally feeling the effects of the late hour and the alcohol, now that my sex-induced energy was sapped. Sleep sounded wonderful right now, and sleeping on silk sheets next to the hunky sex-god Lorenzo sounded like heaven.

Lorenzo helped me back to bed, tucking me in and turning off the light before climbing in next to me. I felt the warmth of his muscular body next to me. Against my better judgment, I snuggled up against him. Lorenzo put one arm around me and pulled me up against his chest. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to the slow, steady beat of his heart against my back.

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

I blinked my eyes sleepily. The harsh morning light was shining down on me and I groaned. Why did I feel so exhausted? Where was I?
Oh, right.
I looked up at Lorenzo’s chiseled face and wondered how he looked so peppy after such a long, alcohol-fueled night. My question was answered when he handed me a large, steaming mug of coffee.

“Thanks,” I croaked, desperately trying to smooth down my wild morning hair.  It was a losing battle. It was no fair that Lorenzo could wake up and look just as sexy as he had last night while I looked like a creature from the sea with my tangled hair and smudged eye makeup.

A few sips of delicious coffee later, I was feeling more awake. Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at me as I sat the mug down on the bedside table.

“Could I possibly rinse off before I leave? I’m feeling a little…sticky from last night.”

His laugh was deep and sincere. “Yeah, no problem. The bathroom is right down the hall and you can use any soaps and shampoos you find in there.”

His eyes lingered on me as I pushed off the sheets covering my body and stood up. My clothes were still strewn across the floor down the hall, so I had to walk there completely naked. One look at Lorenzo’s face told me he was enjoying the view.

“Mmm, keep walking just like that. I love watching your little ass wiggle.” He grinned mischievously as I turned and stuck my tongue out at him. “I can come up with some great uses for that tongue as well…” he warned. I shook my head, turning to hide the smile that crept over my face.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I really liked Lorenzo. The sex had been incredible, but I liked him for more than just that. I was kind of hoping he would ask me out on a date, but I knew better than to get my hopes up.

His bathroom was just as large, clean, and fancy as the rest of his apartment. For the first time, I really considered how rich he must be to afford such an incredible apartment in this part of the city. I didn’t know if it was family money or if he had a lucrative career. In fact, I realized I had no idea what he did at all, other than go out to clubs and bring home girls like me.

I mulled it over while I got in the shower. He seemed a few years older than me, so he probably wasn’t still a student. He didn’t really strike me as the grad student type anyway. But I couldn’t really imagine Lorenzo’s cocky smile meshing well with a boring office job. I looked around the large glass shower until I found his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. They all had a manly, peppery scent, but it was a muted, fancy smell unlike those cheap body sprays that so many guys in college wore. I washed up quickly and left the shower feeling refreshed and awake.

“You all cleaned up? We could grab some breakfast if you like. I would have cooked for you, but my fridge is almost empty and all I can really cook is a bomb spaghetti and meatballs.” He laughed sheepishly and I found myself grinning at the door. Damn, he was so cute and sweet to me, but he was also really fucking hot and alpha when it counted.

“I’ll be right out,” I called and quickly finished drying off. I wrapped the towel around me before opening the door. Lorenzo was standing there with the small pile of my clothes from the night before nicely folded in his hands.

“So…I know this isn’t really a morning outfit and I
could
lend you a shirt or something, but you looked really fucking hot in this dress and I want you to wear it to breakfast. Please.” He gave me a pleading look that melted me and I knew I couldn’t say no to him.

“I’m going to look like your hooker at breakfast, but if it makes you happy I’ll wear it.”

“Nah, you are much sexier than my usual hookers,” he laughed.

“Yeah, yeah…laugh all you want. But remember we are going to breakfast in
your
neighborhood so
your
neighbors will be the ones who are shocked and scandalized.”

“Suits me just fine.”

“So what is it you do then, anyway?” I asked as I pulled the tiny dress over my head and tried to wiggle it back into place on my body.

“I work at an art gallery,” Lorenzo replied, the smirk now gone from his face. He looked almost uncomfortable.

“You must be really good at…selling art or whatever to be able to afford a place like this,” I added. Lorenzo’s face went cold and he turned away from me as I pulled on my heels.

“Hey, you know, breakfast might actually be a bad idea. I have some errands I need to run today. Why don’t I call you a cab?” he said, with his back still towards me.

I straightened up, looking over at him in confusion. “So…would you like to do breakfast another time?” I asked hopefully.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll go call a cab now.” Lorenzo didn’t meet my pleading gaze as he turned and walked past me to get his phone.

“Don’t bother. I can get back on my own,” I replied defiantly. Apparently, Lorenzo had just realized he didn’t want this to be anything more than a one night stand, and I wasn’t about to hang out at his place for the next ten minutes while he desperately wanted me gone.

“Are you sure?” At least he had the good grace to look a little bit guilty as I nodded and grabbed my purse.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Bye, Lorenzo,” I said casually as I walked towards the door.

Lorenzo stepped up and opened the door for me. “Bye, Emma.” His voice was a strange mixture of sad and cold. Maybe he regretted bringing me back here in the first place. I wanted to turn around and ask him if I was really such a bad lay, but my pride held me back.

I squared my shoulders and walked towards the elevators without looking back. It wasn’t until I heard the click of the door shutting behind me that I allowed myself to cry. It was silent, but I could feel the warm streaks of fat tears running down my cheeks. The elevator dinged its arrival and I wiped my face clean with the back of my hand.

Exiting Lorenzo’s building, I looked around to get my bearings. I was only a short walk to my apartment, despite the fact that Lorenzo’s neighborhood was much fancier than mine. I didn’t feel like spending any money on cab fair, so I decided to hobble along the sidewalk as best I could in my ridiculously high heels. It would be my ultimate walk of shame.

I kept my head up and walked down the street, turning left after two blocks to head towards my neighborhood. The crowds on the sidewalk thinned as I moved away from the fancier area, and I started to feel less self-conscious about my outfit. I turned left again after a few more blocks as I approached my street. 

An uneasy feeling settled over me as I walked. I felt someone behind me, watching me. I turned, but none of the few people walking behind me looked very menacing or even the least bit interested in watching me. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being followed.

I finally reached my building and rushed to the door, grabbing my key from my purse and fumbling with the old lock.  I turned and gave the street once last scan before slipping into the building and shutting the door behind me. My heart was racing in my chest and I slumped against the banister, suddenly feeling very silly.

Who would follow me? I was just an incredibly unremarkable college student on her walk of shame home from a one night stand. Lorenzo’s interest had faded in me so quickly this morning that it was highly unlikely he would be following me back to my crappy apartment. I was being ridiculous and paranoid.

Annoyed at myself, I trudge up the stairs and let myself into the small apartment I shared with my two roommates. I was hoping to slip into my room unnoticed, but unfortunately  Ava and Riley were in the kitchen sipping their coffee from our chipped, old pink mugs we had picked up at a yard sale shorting after moving in together.

“Look who the cat dragged in! Holy shit Emma, was it incredible? Was he really as hot as I remember?” Ava shrieked as I walked in the door.

“I can’t believe you stayed the night! You must really like him. Or maybe he just has a really big cock,” Riley added with a giggled.

I walked over to the empty third chair and slumped into it. I hadn’t meant to tell my friends about Lorenzo until after I had time to sort out my thoughts, but it was obvious they wouldn’t let me get away with being vague.