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I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Maybe,” I replied, refusing to give in so easily.

“Maybe isn’t good enough,bella,” he murmured, his hand caressing my skin, soothing the sting. “But I’m willing to keep trying… until you learn your lesson.”

I shivered, feeling the delicious chemistry building between us. “And what lesson is that?” I whispered, my voice softer now, filled with anticipation.

“That no one takes control from me,” he replied, his hand lifting, pausing for just a moment. “Not even you.”

And then his hand came down again, harder this time, and I let out a gasp, my body arching against him, my skin tingling, my heart racing. I could feel my desire growing, mixing with the heat of the moment, until I felt like I might burst.

“I did when you were coming deep inside me,” I quipped.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice a low growl, filled with playful menace.

I grinned, even as my heart pounded in my chest. “Maybe I do,” I teased, my voice light, challenging. “Maybe I think I’ve got you exactly where I want you…”

He let out a deep, rumbling laugh, his hands sliding lower, gripping me firmly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,”he replied, his tone both amused and dark. “But I’m happy to show you.”

Before I could respond, he lifted me up with a swift, practiced motion, pressing me forward until I was bent over the edge of the table. My hands landed on the hard surface, my breath catching in my throat as he positioned me exactly how he wanted. I could feel his strength, the surety in every movement, and a thrill ran through me, anticipation building in my veins.

“Massimo,” I whispered, half a laugh, half a plea. “What are you?—”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’ve been asking for this, Sofia,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “And now… you’re going to get it.”

I felt a shiver run through me, my body reacting to his words, to the tension in his tone, the way his hands held me in place. He pressed me down against the table, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

“Stay still,” he ordered softly, his voice filled with authority. “And don’t even think about moving.”

A smile tugged at my lips, a rush of excitement bubbling in my chest. “And what if I do?” I taunted, my voice filled with challenge.

He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that sent a thrill through me. “Then I’ll have to take off my belt,” he replied, his hand sliding down my back, slow and deliberate, before pausing just above the curve of my backside.

“Massimo…” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. “I don’t think you can handle me.”

His fingers traced circles on my skin, his touch both gentle and firm. “Oh, I can handle you,” he replied, his tone filled with promise. “The question is… can you handle me?”

Without waiting for an answer, his hand came down again, harder this time, a sharp smack that echoed through the room. I gasped, my body jolting at the impact, a rush of heat spreading across my skin, mingling with the sting. My breath caught in my throat, my mind going hazy with sensation.

He spanked me again, and again, each strike harder than the last, each one sending a wave of sensation coursing through me, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that made my head spin, my body tremble. I felt my knees grow weak, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.

“Tell me, Sofia,” he growled, his hand resting on my heated skin, his fingers soothing the sting. “Tell me who’s in charge here.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing, my body alive with sensation. “You are,” I gasped, my voice breathless, my body arching against his touch.

He growled again, a low, satisfied sound, his hands sliding over my hips, pulling me back against him. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with approval, and something darker, something more.

And then, his cock brushed against my entrance for the briefest of seconds before he slammed back inside of me.

I cried out, my inner walls clenching around his length, a rush of pleasure surging through me.

He didn’t hesitate. He began to fuck me, hard and fast.

Each stroke touched a place deep inside me, driving me wild as desire swirled from the depths of my soul. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper, urging him on.

He reached down, his hand wrapping around my neck, squeezing gently. His other hand slid under me, between my legs, finding my clit.

He played my body like a violin, each touch and thrust perfectly timed, perfectly placed. My inner walls clenched around him, his thick cock filling me, stretching me, the sensations almost too much to bear.

I couldn’t stop my desire from barreling into me like a freight train careening off its tracks.

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