Page 68 of Stolen By the Enemy

“Marco?” Grazia comes into the kitchen and startles me. I lower the knife just slightly and turn to look at her.

“I heard a noise.” She laughs, which makes me frown at her. “What’s funny?” I ask her.

“Sorry.” She stops laughing, but her smile is still big and bright. “It’s nothing. You just looked so serious. Don’t mind me, I blame the wine.”

I walk towards her as she sways slightly and giggles. “Are you drunk?”

“No…” Her voice is higher pitched than usual and she’s smiling more. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

She reaches behind me and picks up a piece of paper. “I wrote you a letter. But don’t read it in front me.”

I take the paper from her and put it in my pocket, pulling her chin up with my finger and kissing her.

She tastes like pasta and wine, and the heat of her body against mine makes me pull her in close.

Grazia clings to my body, licking my neck and sticking her hands down my pants.

She’s definitely intoxicated, but only enough to release any inhibitions she’s had before.

I let her lead this time as she undresses me in the kitchen, kissing my body as she removes each piece of clothing, before she takes my hand and we go into the bedroom.

Grazia pushes me onto the bed, and I watch while she gives me a strip tease.

Her carefree laugh is intoxicating me more than the wine at this moment. Once she’s undressed, she climbs on top of me, and I lay back, allowing her to ride me as hard and fast as she needs to.

There is no time and no need tonight for pleasantries. We’re both horny and ready to go.

I can already feel Grazia dripping wet while I’m inside her, and my cock is as hard as it’s going to get.

Caressing a breast in each hand, I look up at her and admire the sultry look that she has in her eyes tonight.

She stays on top, rocking with my cock deep inside her until she’s breathing loud and fast. “Ahh… I’m cummmming!”

I let her dig her nails into my chest as I watch her body shake with pleasure.

Once she’s lying still on my chest, I gently nudge her and move her so that she’s on her stomach.

I place a pillow under her hips, stand up next to the bed, and enter her from behind. She moans again.

I thrust into her, using a steady rhythm and holding her hips up against my pelvis. I’m harder this time, pushing right into her, exiting, and then pushing fast and hard again.

The feeling of her warm wetness around my cock is the only sensation I need to cum as well, almost as loudly as Grazia did.

We both lay down and I hold Grazia, brushing her hair with my fingers and stroking her bare arms while she falls asleep.

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I let Grazia sleep while I read over her letter, using only the light coming in the windows from the moon.

I’m surprised at her words, but only because she was so honest and so raw, which is not something I’ve seen from her while she’s been here.

I can tell that on paper, she felt brave enough to say the things she needed to say.

I want to wake her up and talk to her about all of this. I’ve felt exactly what she’s talking about, but I just didn’t think that she was feeling the same way.

Knowing how she feels makes me hopeful that perhaps this deal isn’t all lost. If Grazia and I can figure our shit out, then maybe meeting her is enough to make this ordeal worth all of the trouble.

But I know that before I do anything serious with Grazia, I need to make sure I have a way to bring money in.

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