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A cunning smile dresses my lips as I remove my black tank top, dropping it on the edge of the bed. My leggings and thong are next.

I slip on his shirt, leaving the buttons undone. Clutching the tie in the palm of my hand, I climb under his covers.

My fingertips skid up and down in between my breasts, and once I reach a nipple, I circle a fingernail around it, getting it nice and hard. I let the tie fall against my pussy, squeezing my thighs together, yanking one end while I ride the length of it, rubbing it over my aching clit.

Memories of me against the wall with his strong, hard body pressed into mine has my core throbbing with gaping need. The orgasm builds, flaming through my body like the fire of a blazing sun.

Once it comes—once my orgasm licks up his tie—I’ll put it right back, hoping that the next time he wears it, he’ll take a little piece of me with him.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dominic

I’ve done allI can to avoid her since the incident with that other woman, not because I’m ashamed of what happened, but because I want more than anything for that to be her. Thoughts of being more, giving her more, are consuming me, and I can’t take it.

With my cell in my palm, I watch on my camera as she makes herself at home in my room, which I purposely left unlocked, wondering if she’d dare to go inside. I’m not one bit surprised she did.

I’m supposed to be finalizing arrangements for tomorrow’s charity event while locked away in my office, yet I’ve found a better way to occupy my time. And currently, she’s in my closet, probably looking for something on me. Too bad for her, I keep nothing of personal value in my bedroom.

As soon as the notification that someone entered my bedroom hit my cell, I immediately went to check the feed, concerned Faro or one of his men had broken in somehow, putting Chiara in danger. I know that fear is irrational. He wouldn’t be able to get past my men outside. But I can’t help worrying about her. I care for her more than I do myself. It’s not something I’m able to turn off.

But when I took a look at my phone, I was happy to find Chiara there instead. I’ve been sitting here, kicking my feet out, crossed at the ankles, watching her, wanting to see what she planned to do. Unfortunately for me, there are no cameras in my closet. I’ll be sure to remedy that very soon.

Minutes tick by, and I grow impatient.

What the fuck is she doing in there for so long?

Another moment later, she comes out with my shirt and tie in her hands. Now, I’m even more curious about what she’s thinking. She reaches my bed and…

What the hell?

I sit straighter, the beats of my heart firing through my veins, my chest falling to a beastly rhythm.

I ball my hand into a tight fist as she strips off every inch of her clothes. Those gorgeous tits bounce out, calling for my hands and mouth to make them come alive. My cock swells and throbs at the sight of her.

All I want is off this seat, to be where she is, to punish her for invading my space without my direct permission.

But I wait.

What are you doing, Chiara Bianchi?

She drapes my shirt over her glorious curves, and goddamn, it never looked better. My breathing grows monstrous, the savage desire for the girl I once considered my best friend comes barraging to the surface. I want to grab her, to kiss her, to tell her who I am and how much I still fucking love her.

Damn it!

She slides up on my bed, and as soon as my tie slips in between those soft thighs, I’m off the chair before the first moan slides out of her lips.

If she’s going to touch herself on my fucking bed, it sure as hell is going to be with me watching her do it.

I shouldn’t be climbing up the steps to my bedroom. I shouldn’t have my hand on the door as she moans. But here I am, taking something that doesn’t belong to me.

Again.

She’s like my favorite dessert, the one I can’t deny, no matter how much willpower I think I have. With her, it all crumbles.

Her beauty is my temptation, her soul my downfall. She’ll send me to the depths of my despair, and I won’t do a thing to stop her.

Deep down, buried amongst the ruins, lies a heart that still beats for her. Even then, being just thirteen, I knew Chiara was someone I never wanted to let go of.

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