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A cocky smirk tugs at his lips as he retorts, "I don't care, but I need to keep you alive long enough to get my title. Otherwise, who would I be stuck with, listening to the same damn song on repeat all day long?" His teasing tone is laced with a hint of playfulness, revealing a side of him that I hadn't expected.

I decide to play along and pinch his cheeks playfully. "Aww, does wittle Bastian Wastian care about his wittle wife, now?" I tease, emphasizing the exaggerated baby talk. A faint pink blush dusts his olive-toned cheeks at my words, a reaction I hadn't anticipated.

"Don't ever call me that again," he responds, his tone severe, but the playful smirk lingering on his lips gives him away.

I can't help but tease him further. "I think I'll refer to you now as wittle Bastian Wastian," I tell him, unable to contain my laughter.

He advances toward me like a lion stalking its prey. "I assure you, Piccolina, there's nothing little about me," he says before gripping my hips and lifting me. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, placing my hands on his shoulders. His lips crash against mine in a fiery kiss that sends my mind into a whirlwind.

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Sebastiano

The past week's been a fucking nightmare. So, I’ve tried to keep my distance, to stay the hell away from her. Marie and Daren were on her tail, watching her like a hawk, and reporting back. But it's like every day away from her gets more difficult than the last. And for some twisted reason, she's the only thing that seems to calm me. It pisses me off, but at the same time, I kind of like having her around. Yeah, I’m a walking contradiction.

My dreams were nothing but her moans filling my ears, sounding sweet as hell when she massaged her pussy against that piece of wood. The image of her is like a damn inferno burning through my veins.

I try to push it away, to steer clear of the fire she ignites inside me, but that damn song repeats for what seems like hours.

Before I know it, I'm bursting' into the studio, a man on a mission with no plan in sight. Maybe drag her to dinner, maybe get her to apologize. Not me apologize to her, ready to spill my feelings like a fucking schoolgirl.But the moment I lock eyes with her, the fire in her gaze ignites something primal within me. Her pebbled nipples press against the fabric of that next-to-nothing one-piece, taunting me, daring me to give in. My self-control? Completely shot to hell.

I'm on her like a predator, no longer able to resist the pull she has on me. My hands roam hungrily over her, tracing every curve, every dip, as if I'm trying to imprint this as a core memory. And hell, I don't even want to stop. My brain tells me to stay the fuck away, to focus on my title, to rid myself of her once and for all. But my dick tells me differently. All I need is one taste, one fuck, and I’ll be over her. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

I slam her against the ballet barre, pinning her between my body and the hard wood. Breaking the kiss, I growl in her ear, "Ever been fucked senseless on one of these things?" A shiver runs down her spine, and her cheeks flush pink, not answering my question.

Fuck, she’s so responsive to my touch.

My hands travel lower, tracing the curve of her thighs before settling on the firmness of her ass. A low groan escapes her lips, mingling with the heated air of the gym. I lift her effortlessly onto the ballet barre, her toned legs wrapped tightly around me as if afraid I'll disappear if she lets go.

I balance her atop the firm wood of the ballet barre. As I hold her steady with one arm around her waist, my hand leaves the curve of her ass, traveling in between us, not breaking the kiss.

She leans into me, another moan escaping her lips as I slip a finger under the seam. My finger lightly slides down her folds, feeling her juices trickle out of her throbbing cunt. "Fuck, Piccolina! Is this all for me?" I whisper huskily.

"Mhmm," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. But I need more than just a sound; I need her words.

"Words, Piccolina," I urge, my voice low and demanding. "I need to hear you tell me." I feel the way her body trembles with a mere brush of my fingertips. I could make her come right here, right now, barely touching her.

Her heart rate quickens as I begin to draw circles around her little bundle of nerves. Her back arches, and another moan escapes her lips. "Yes... Bash––"

I interrupt her with a teasing smirk. "What was that?" I ask, relishing the way she squirms beneath my touch.

My hand leaves her ass, trailing up her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch. "Did you just give me a nickname?" I tease, relishing her response to my touch. She looks irresistible as she falls apart under me.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she stammers, her voice filled with desire. As I increase the intensity of my movements, she responds with fervor, her hips grinding against me.

"Don't apologize," I interject. "I kinda like it," I admit, a smirk gracing my lips.

Mia's eyes flutter shut, lost in pleasure. I tighten my grip around her throat slightly, demanding, "Eyes open. I want to watch you come undone, Piccolina."

"Better yet, I want us both to watch," I murmur, my voice dripping with a hunger, matching hers.

With a swift, decisive motion, I grip her waist and spin her around so that she's facing the mirror, her back pressed against my chest. One hand wraps possessively around her throat, while the other slides down her body, in between her thighs. As my hand reaches the hem of her outfit, I brush it aside, offering an intoxicating view of her glistening pussy, laid bare for both of us to see. With her position in front of the mirror, every movement and every touch seems more amplified.

My fingers continue to rub circles around her clit, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, only hearing her soft whimpers of ecstasy. It doesn't take long for her to find her release, her body trembling against mine as she comes on my fingers.

With my hand still wrapped around her throat, I tilt her head to the side, peppering her neck with hungry kisses, nibbling her soft skin.

"Watch yourself come all over my fingers, Piccolina," I growl into her ear, my voice thick with satisfaction at the sight before me. Her moans fill the air with her pleasure as I continue to rub circles around her swollen pussy, allowing her to ride out her orgasm in the mirror's reflection.

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