Page 46 of Promise Maker

So is mine.

A substantial part of me is pushing for the plungeand telling me to forget my dad’s refusal.

It evokes a tremendous surge of emotions,propelling my heart rate and burning my skin.

“I won’t go against your father’s wishes,” hereaffirms, and my stomach sinks.

I almost tell him to do it, but the words stick inmy throat because I never want to fail my dad.

Domenico releases my hand and eases away. “Ishouldn’t touch you.”

Disappointment blooms even more.

A dangerous and arousing look warps his featuresas he trails his gaze over me. “The only thing I want is to tear your clothesoff and fuck you like a savage.”

I harrumph at his unabashed rawness.

If only I could be that honest and admit I wanthim to plunge his cock deep into me until all the sorrow washes away.

Turning from me, Domenico strides across the room,and a whimper escapes at the thought that he’s leaving.

But he flicks the light off instead and sits inthe chair in the corner.

I remain in place, watching him in the shadows.

His chest is rising and falling fast, fistsclenching on his knees. After a low huff, he orders, “Lie down, Solari.”

As if entranced, I comply and lower on the bed.

“Don’t go under the sheets.”

I flatten on my back and wait, shivering from thescorching lust spreading throughout my body.

“Push your shorts down,” Domenico commands.

My head flies up from the pillow. I’m unable tomake out the mesmerizing brown of his eyes, but the desire is so noticeableamid the shadows.

“Do it,” he grunts.

Relaxing back on the pillow, I slowly ease mypajama shorts down to my ankles and kick it to the floor.

“Your underwear as well,” he says in a suggestivetone. “Remove it for me.”

A sexual moan leaves me.

Biting my lip, Ihookmyfinger on either side and push down my panty.

My pussy is throbbing. Knowing Domenico will seewhat he does to me is making me wetter.

“Open wider,” he grunts, Italian accent thickerthan ever with a feral thirst. “Show me, Solari.”

I spread my thighs while staring at the dimceiling. Too shy to look at him and too horny to refuse.

A needy groan comes from Domenico.

“Touch your pussy. Show me how you pleasureyourself.”

My shyness soars, and I’m too nervous about it.

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