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My fingers wrapped around the base of my dick and stroked slowly. It wasn’t the same as sinking into her tight virgin heat, but it was all I had. My breathing deepened as I imagined Sofia on her knees before me, her mouth open and ready to please me.

The image made my cock even harder. I stroked faster, thinking of her lips stretched wide around my girth. I thought of her tongue swirling around the tip, of her throat closing around the head. I imagined the feel of her warm, wet mouth engulfing me, her hands clutching at my thighs, trying to push back against me as I wrapped her pretty long hair in my fist.

My hand moved faster, gripping my cock tight as the image intensified. Her emerald eyes staring up at me, filled with need and desire, and something more.

Something I wasn’t ready to admit, not even to myself.

I gritted my teeth, working my cock with my hand and still it didn’t feel like enough. I wanted it to be her mouth, not my own fingers, but fuck, just the image of her made my cock pulse with heat and desire surge straight out from the base of my spine.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the word echoing off the tiled walls of the shower.

I wanted her.

I didn’t know how much longer I could fight it.

The memory of her screams as she came all over my fingers was too much. I stroked harder, imagining her body shuddering with pleasure, her pussy clenching around nothing.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Sofia,” I moaned, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. Hot ropes of cum spurted from the head of my cock, coating my hand and the marble wall before the water washed it all away.

Wasted down the drain instead of deep inside her needy little pussy.

I stood there for a moment, letting the water wash over me, my breath heavy as I stared at the drain, willing myself to get control and stop letting a woman throw me off, but the more I thought about her, the more I spiraled out of control.

I needed more, but she was one thing I couldn’t have.

Shouldn’thave…

The water beat down on my shoulders, the heat constant as it swirled around me. My thoughts were a tangled mess. I had to get a grip. I couldn’t allow myself to get distracted. I had a job to do, a promise to keep. I couldn’t let my emotions get in the way.

But fuck, I’d already come twice today, and it still wasn’tfucking enough.

I snarled and slammed my hand against the marble tile, trying to keep a level head and feeling myself losing it bit by slow, aching bit.

Goddammit.

I couldn’t do this, not again, but even as I resolved not to, I could already feel my desire building once again.

Fuck.

This was going to be a long, long night. I wrapped my hand around my cock once again, my touch light, my dick still sensitive. I stroked up and down, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time I thought about her, not even close.

I lost myself in the fantasy of her.

CHAPTER 8

Sofia

As I settled into the luxurious guest room, I couldn’t shake the feeling of awe mixed with unease. Massimo’s estate was like something out of a dream—or a movie about powerful men with dangerous secrets. I felt out of place here, having grown up in my father’s shop and small apartment, so this all seemed like a bit much.

I felt like I didn’t belong.

I sat on the edge of the massive bed, running my fingers over the soft, expensive bedding. My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and blatant curiosity.

Who exactly was Massimo? He was clearly more than just my father’s friend. He was a powerful man with a shit load of money, and I didn’t know what to make of it.

Lying back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, replaying the day’s events in my mind. From the moment he broke down the bathroom door, to the harsh spanking over his knee, to the wayI had fallen apart all over his fingers, to the drive to his estate, everything felt surreal. A part of me still felt defiant, but another part—the part that had seen the fierce determination in his eyes—felt a sense of security.

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