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I can’t hold back anymore. I start fucking her so hard that she digs her nails into my back, the pain searing through me and adding to the pleasure.

She begins to shake and buries her face in my neck to soften the sounds of her moans.

Then her pussy clamps onto my cock tightly, and pulses as waves of her orgasm rush through her.

I thrust into her again, even harder, and explode my own pleasure into her.

I sigh in the darkness of my bedroom as my body finds release and some of the tension of the night fades away.

It isn’t enough, though. I still want her, but at least I have some control back, and I might be able to fall asleep tonight.

Chapter 12 - Chiara

There is a knock at my bedroom door, and I lift my head off the pillow, just waking up and feeling momentarily disoriented.

“It’s open,” I call out, and the door pushes open. To my surprise, it's not the maid as I expected, but Maxim.

He steps inside.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were still asleep.”

“That’s okay, come in.” I sit up and run my hands through my hair, wondering how bad I look.

He chuckles. “You look cute, with your hair a mess like that.”

I grin and feel my cheeks blushing.

“Are you free today?” he asks, stepping closer to the bed.

“I am.”

“Will you join me for a day out?”

“Um, yes, that sounds lovely.”

“Super.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. Come and have breakfast with me, and then we can get going.”

I throw the blankets off me, wanting to get ready quickly so that I don’t leave him waiting, but then abruptly realize that I'm only wearing panties and nothing else. I pull the blankets back up, but his heated stare tells me he already saw everything.

His lip curls into a half-smile as he turns back towards the door. “I'll be waiting downstairs.”

He leaves, pulling the door closed behind him.

I breathe out an embarrassed sigh and throw the blankets off again.

It doesn’t take me long to get ready. I choose a pretty summer dress that fades from light blue to dark blue, and even though it's short, it flows around me in a feminine way. I add a pair of white sneakers and a white blazer, and when I glance in the mirror I feel pretty.

After a bacon and egg breakfast, Maxim ushers me toward his car.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I ask again.

“I said you'll see.”

I grin. This must be another date. I really enjoyed last night and having that chance to get to know him better. He surprised me, and even though I don’t want to admit it fully, I'm beginning to like him. I have to be careful, though. I want to be sure that he is who he seems. I feel so wary of everything, as though it can’t possibly be real because it was all arranged, a forced relationship.

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