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but I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to make the choice everyone expects of me. I’ll i never break free
“Yes,” 1whisper. “I want you
“Damn,” he growls, a slow, dangerous simile spreading across his face. “You have no idea what you’ve just invited I need to see you I want to see how you made yourselfe, how you to hed ourself until you were desperate for more, wishing it was my
The intensity of his words hits me, and a shiver runs down my spine. This feels so wrong, and yet I crave it. Tatiana’s farm shes in <b>my </b>mind what if she finds out? My liesitation is shorted An animalistic growl escapes him as his fingers stip from my <b>chim </b><b>and </b><b>move </b>to the waistband of my leggings. I paspaseswiftly pulls them down, the rool air against my heated. <b>skin </b>making me shiver
He throws the leggings aside and focuses back on me. When he ces hisrge hands on my knees, I manage to find my vie What are you doing<b>?</b>”
He pauses, a flicker at unease crossing his <b>face</b>. “WI
“What am I doing? It’s unclear whether he’s asking me or himself
The heat between us seems to cool slightly<b>, </b>and my heart sinks with the thought of him stopping. I don’t want to y I want his touch, his care. Twant to surrender to him.
My thighs part involuntarily, my body betraying me. “<b>Please</b>,” I beg, locking eyes with him. The desire between us is palpable, and I know that when we finally touch, it will be explosive. “Touche.”
He weighs his options for half a second before leaning back in his chair. I watch his grip on the arms of the chair tighten. I can feel the weight of his gaze on my pussy, and I like it. “Lie back, take off your thong, and touch yourself.”
I don’t dare question him. I want this bad enough that I’ll do anything. With trembling hands, I grip the band of fabric my soaked thong down my legs. I’mpletely bare and at his mercy. I let my eyes flutter closed, shyness overtaking me
to sink into the moment while I slip a <b>hand </b>down my slim belly to alleviate the ache in my care.
<b>“</b>Open your eyes. I want to watch you and look into your eyes when you shatter. Now, show me how you made your pretty pussy
I can’t believe I’m doing this. The crotch of his pants stands straight up for me. He could have any woman, like the hot blonde from the patio. Yet, it’s my pussy he’s staring at when I part my legs <b>wider </b>to give him a better view.
He doesn’t <b>say </b>a word. Then again, he doesn’t have to. The deep, brating groan that slips our gaves everything away. And that’s all the courage I need. Holding a breath in my lungs, I drag a fingertip through my wet slit Rivulets of pleasure zing along my spine. Gianni’s gaze darkens, narrowing in on the movement<b>, </b>and his angr jaw tightens
“Were you this <b>wet </b>for me that night?”
“<b>Yes</b>,” The words are fight with desire<b>, </b>excitement, and wonder <b>watch </b>with amazement as hees undone, his white knuckle grip on the chair telling me he would rather touch me.
<b>“</b>You’re just as perfect as I imagined. Did you <b>y </b>with your tiny clit? I bet you rubbed it buriously, wishing it was my tongue flicking it and my fingers in you. Didn’t you? You wished I was finger fucking you until you creamed on my face. Show me. Make yourselle.”
My body is a live wire; tension cracks in the air, ratcheting up with every stroke of my fingertip against my throbbing bundle of
Herves
He’s watching me. His dark gaze prates the deepest confines of my soul. The desire in those depths makes it hard for me to
breathe.
I don’t think I love a choice toe or not. My pussy is lightening, my fingers coated, and wetness pools under my ass cheeks and down onto his desk. The <b>tension </b><b>is </b>unbearable, and my heart is going to explode it it races like this much longer.
I need toe. I need to
He’s watching me.
<b>“</b>Fuck, you’re making a mess of my desk with your pussy juices. But it’s okay. I’ll lick the fucking desk clean as soon as you wretch every drop out of yourself. Come for me, beautiful,”
“Oh, <b>pod</b>.” I groan, my muscles tightening. I’m walking a tightrope of pleasure, and the end is in sight. Adding more pressure, I rub taster. The friction is enough to push me over the edge. “I’m close” I gasp, whining. I’m needy, grinding my hips, beckoning him to take me.
“Stop.
The singr word rings loud enough that I freeze with my finger against my clit. Just a little more pressure and I’d explode. Every muscle in my body <b>grows </b>taut. Did I do something wrong?Before can timidly ask, he wheels himself flush with the desk arul wraps his arms around my open thighs.
My gaze catches on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and his cheeks, which are tinged pink. “If you’re worried you did something wrong, you didn’t. In fact, you did everything right. I’m just a selfish prick with a need for control.”
I want to tell him he’s not, but I can’t <b>make </b>the wordse out. I’m still caught up in the fact I was just cock–blocked.
He gives me a smile that I imagine the devil gives those who sell their soul to him. “Continue you’re going toe for me, but only when I tell you that you can, and only for me. No one else will get to see this pussy, touch it, or lick it. If I find out anyone else has been inside you, touched you, or even thought about it from now on, the consequences will be grave. Do you understand?”
What wouldn’t I agree to now?
“Yes. “The wordes out as a pant, myl
y heart beating so lood I wonder if he <b>can </b>he
hear it.
Lowering <b>his </b><b>head </b>slowly, he inhales deeply through his nose.I want to cringe, but there’s no way to escape him. His fingertips press into the flesh of my thighs, forcing me open “Fuck Just like knew it would be. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell?”
All at once, the world explodes in light, and all it takes is the brushing of Gianni’s tongue against my clit. His hot breath against my skin. His fingers press deeper, with bruising force, holding me in ce, forcing me to take the pleasure he’s so eager to give,
It’s never been like this for me. Gianni is shameless as he devours my pussy like his life depends on it. Like he’s tasted nothing so exquisite. His grunts, and heavy panting, drive me as wild as the friction against my clit. Every p of his tongue over the bundle of nerves sends me higher, and I’m almost to the point I was before he stopped me.
He hasn’t told me toe, but damn it, I’m going to
“<b>I’m </b>I’ming oh, god. Please, don’t stop. Please<b>, </b>don’t stop.” I suck a ragged breath into my lungs, and my entire body goes rigid “Ganni!” I scream and let the shudders of pleasure ripple through my core.
His mouth disappears from my clit, but I don’t care. I’ming; bissful shockwaves ripple through me. I’ve nevere <b>so </b>hard in my entire lite. Breathing erratically, I’m only vaguely aware of him pushing away from me to stand.
It’s finally happening
He’s going to fuck me. I need him inside me. I’m ready. Ready to take his cock. I know he’s big, bigger than Luciano or any man <b>I’ve </b>ever seen, but I can handle it
“I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have touched you. Tasted The regret in his voice is <b>so </b>thick it almost chokes me
I blink, confused by what he’s saying, “What…” I start but then stop, the orgasm from moments before forgotten while I fumble my way through sitting up. The desk is wet beneath my ass, and I side against the wood, nearly falling “I don’t understand.”
“This never should’ve happened.” I can see the war waging in his eyes when our gazes sh. I can’t imagine how I <b>look </b>right now. A <b>cold </b>sweat breaks out over my skin, <b>and </b><b>I </b>watch while he gathers my thong, leggings, and ts.
His expression goes from conflicted to ice cold <b>once </b>he’s face <b>to </b>face with me again. Pressing the items into my hands, he
directs his gaze <b>at </b>the floor. “Put your
ur stuff on and get out of m
+25 <b>BONUS </b>
I’m too stunned to move. I don’t want him to regret what we just did, and that’s what this sounds like Red–hot regret. “Please
“His voice is strained, drenched in darkness. Before I can begin to turn around and help me understand what is happening, he gives me a warning re “Don’t talk. I didn’t ask you to speak,” he growls, his face twisted in a mask of rage so unlike his lustful expression from a minute ago.
Fear, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, makes me lock up.
What happened?1 have no time to think it over. I need to get out of bere before he loses what’s left of his withering control. Hopping off the desk, my legs are weak. Lalmost trip over my own feet while I hastily pull on my clothing. I’d sprint out of here stark–<b>ass </b>naked, but I’m not taking the risk I’ll run into someone.
I’m still putting on my shoes when I reach the hallway, and once they’re on, I race over the shining floors all the way to the other side of the house.
When I’m alone, I blink back tears again. I doubt I could run fast enough or far enough to outrun my shame I don’t know what hurts worse the way I gave in so easily or the way he turned against me. He regrets what we did His arousal was there, the list He wanted me <b>as </b>badly as I wanted him, so why did he push me away?
Now there is this darkness between us, the unknown. How am I supposed to forget how good it felt and how much I wish he’d do it again? What a foolish mistake on my part. I wasn’t good enough for Luciano, and I’m not good enough for nni either.
Which makes me wonder am I good enough for anyone?