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Something inside me relents toward her a little, and I move away from her quickly.

I don’t miss the look of dismay on her face as I pull away from her.

I wish I didn’t feel so guilty about what we just did. I was supposed to fuck her and forget about her.

I step away from her and get dressed, walking out of the room to get a glass of water and give her a chance to get herself cleaned up.

She meets me in the kitchen, dressed in real pajamas now.

“You did well.”

I nod at her, approvingly.

She stays quiet.

“I can trust you’re not going to play any more games with me, Grazia? No more trying to distract me with your perky breasts and needy pussy?”

She sighs and brushes a piece of dark brown hair behind her ear. Her face is flushed, and she looks spent, exhausted.

I wonder how her pussy is feeling now.

She slants a look at me, and something like resentment shimmers in her gaze. I think I see some calculation there as well.

It makes me pause to see that she doesn’t seem defeated by having been used. It makes me want to challenge her all over again.

I feel a sense of desperation rise in me. I wanted to forget her and all I can think about now is fucking her again.

“Did I live up to your expectations?” I ask with a smirk to cover my confusion.

“You did well, too,” is all she says.

I laugh. I wish I wasn’t so thrilled with her stubbornness.

“Well, from now on, keep your clothes on. I have business to do and if you continue to misbehave, I will have to continue to come here and punish you. Understood?”

“Understood.” The look in her eyes confuses me.

It looks like she’s excited by the idea of this happening again.

Chapter Eight

Grazia

Marco leaves me, sore, satisfied, and surprised at how tonight has gone.

I know that I was the one to start this risky game, but I never imagined he would actually come here.

He scared me at first, with his roughness and size. I have never been manhandled like that before.

But after the first orgasm, I couldn’t get enough of him.

I shouldn’t be feeling like this. He’s holding me captive and using me as ransom bait.

He’s also essentially stealing from my family. Despite all of that, my attraction to Marco has been overwhelming.

It dimmed slightly when I realized he had a gun on me, and again after I woke up in a plane and found out I was being kidnapped. But I understand that the man is trying to create a safety net for himself.

We spoke in the past about how his parents dying had meant he had no family money like his cousins did.

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