Chapter 38. Fighting Him

I've lost it. I keep swinging and hitting him. Screaming, I call him a prick, and he takes it all while looking at me smugly, which makes me even more angry. Right now I hate him, but I still fucking love him too much, and the more he smiles smugly at me the more rage burns through me and makes me hit him over and over relentlessly and unforgiving wanting to hurt him. His words only add fuel to everything, how can he compare me and Danni to him and my mother?

Slowly, my arms tire, and I stop. All the urge to scream, fight and push him away has gone, every part of me that would normally reject him, has gone. Lorenzo’s arms wrap around me, and he lifts me against him. My mouth presses against his, my tongue moving through and into his mouth. I fight to remove the gloves, and when they finally drop, I grasp him and pull him closer. He moves, lying down on the mat with me below him.

My moans flow through me into his mouth as I fight to grasp his cock, his h