EPISODE 3 - Distractions

Music pulsed through the night like a heartbeat.

Laughter. Glass clinking. Dim golden lights reflecting off expensive interiors.

If Milan had a rhythm

This was it.

And at the center of the chaos

Lorenzo De Santis.

A girl pressed closer to him, her hand sliding up his arm, nails grazing lightly. She leaned in, whispering something against his ear, her lips just brushing his skin.

Lorenzo didn’t move away.

Didn’t rush either.

He let it happen.

Because that’s what he always did

Let people come to him.

“You’re distracted tonight,” she murmured, her voice low, teasing.

He smirked faintly. “Am I?”

Her fingers trailed lower, bold now, testing boundaries.

“You tell me.”

Lorenzo’s hand caught her wrist mid-motion.

Not harsh.

Not gentle, either.

Just enough to stop her.

For a second, she looked surprised.

Then intrigued.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping—dangerously calm.

“You’re trying too hard.”

A pause.

Then his grip loosened, but his hand didn’t move away completely.

It slid—slow, deliberate—guiding, controlling the moment rather than reacting to it.

He started untied her lace top and started feeling her back.

He knew what he was doing , making her desperate for those touch that's what he does every time

"You're too hard to get," she said.

"Now it's up to you how hard you make me are you worthy enough to get fucked by me."

She unzipped his pants and started scorching his dick.

Leaving him to make aroused sound.

"Am I still worthy enough or not?"she asked.

Hearing this, he started controlling her by touching her two perk b**bs they were perfectly shaped a guy would ever think of.

He then slides his thick, long co*k in her wet pu**y, making her surrender for this.

"I told you to be careful now I'll fu*k you so hard that you'll beg for this every day."

Her breath hitched slightly.

That’s what made Lorenzo dangerous.

Not what he did—

But how easily he stayed in control while doing it.

No rush. No desperation.

Just choice.

Miles away—

Silence.

Darkness.

Screens glowing faintly.

Adriano sat still.

Watching.

Not the party.

Not Lorenzo.

Not the girl.

But something else entirely.

A different screen.

A quieter one.

Alessia.

Sitting at her desk.

Books open. Pen in hand. Completely unaware.

Safe.

Alone.

His gaze softened—

Just slightly.

“She studies even at this hour,” he murmured.

A small detail.

But he noticed everything.

He leaned forward, adjusting the screen, zooming in just enough.

Not intrusive.

Precise.

Calculated.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard again.

Not typing.

Just… waiting.

Observing patterns.

Habits.

Timing.

“She doesn’t lock the window properly,” he noted quietly.

A pause.

Then—

A faint smile.

Not warm.

Not kind.

Controlled.

Back at the party

Lorenzo stepped away first.

Like he always did.

The girl frowned slightly. “Leaving already?”

“Got bored.”

Simple.

Blunt.

He grabbed his jacket, not bothering to look back.

Because he knew

She’d still be thinking about him.

They always did.

Outside, the cool Milan air hit differently.

Quieter.

Real.

Lorenzo exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.

For a moment—

No noise.

No attention.

Just him.

And then—

That thought again.

Alessia.

The way she froze.

The way she tried to speak.

The way she looked at him

Like he mattered.

His jaw tightened slightly.

“Annoying,” he muttered.

But he didn’t sound convinced.

Back in the dim room

Adriano finally leaned back.

Decision made.

“She’s alone,” he said softly.

A beat.

His eyes didn’t blink.

“Good.”

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