Isabella POV
The remote cabin was buried deep in the Wisconsin woods, snowed in and hours from any road that mattered. No signal. No soldiers. Just Lorenzo, me, and the crackling fireplace.
We’d been here two days. The war back in Chicago was boiling over, but for the first time since he dragged me into this nightmare, we were… still.
I stood at the kitchen counter making coffee when his arms came around me from behind.His bare chest pressed against my back, his hard c**k already nestled against my ass through the thin t-shirt I’d stolen from him.
“You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, lips brushing my neck.
“So have you.”
He turned me around, lifted me onto the counter, and stepped between my spread thighs. No rush this time. His hands slid up my legs slowly, thumbs stroking the sensitiv
