Page 47 of Promise Maker

“Do it!” he growls. “This isn’t breaking thatdecision. You won’t feel ashamed.”

Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers down untilgrazing my sensitive nub. I whimper from the sweet ache and swipe between myfolds, slick with an immeasurable yearning for him.

“Uhh…” I moan over andover as I begin rubbing myself. It’s so much better when the man of my wildestdreams is watching me.

Domenico doesn’t utter a word, but I hear his deepgroans as if he’s also touching himself.

Feeling braver, I tilt my head up to look at himacross the room while continuing to pleasure myself.

He’s grabbing his bulge, and that arouses me more.

I slip two fingers into my walls and thrustslowly, letting the flames soar.

Every nerve in my body feels fired up.

There’s no agony.

No fear of disgrace.

I lose myself to the unraveling desire and carryon the show for him, conveying what I’d love for him to do; what he could bedoing instead of my fingers.

Before I know it, a flood of heat is rushing to mypussy. Eyes not leaving Domenico, I pump my fingers harder as the dam breaks,and my body starts to buck from the orgasm.

He leans forward, watching in awe until I slowlysettle from the euphoria. Then he rises from the chair.

Excitement swells.

Oh my god! He’s coming over to take my body.

Domenico moves to the door instead. “We won’tmention this in the morning. It stays in the dark.Buonanotte,bellissima.” He opens the door and leaves my room.

I whimper in frustration and drop my head back onthe pillow.Goodnight, beautiful?

What the fuck.

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My throat becomes impeccably dry as I watch Solarimove about the piazza taking pictures.

Her coral dress is mid-length, and every time sheleans for a better angle, the fabric hikes up on her sexy thighs, teasing theanimal in me.

She’s evaded my eyes and hasn’t said a word sincethe other night when I watched her pleasure herself.

Though I told her not to mention it, to leave itin the dark, I cannot stop thinking about her legs wide open as she shoves herfingers into her pussy.

I wanted so desperately to taste her flesh. Todrive my cock deep inside her and watch her break apart beneath me.

Instead, I can only resort to lusting.

It is all I’ve known for eight fucking years.

Perhaps tonight, she’ll allow me to watch again.

Knocking on the office door jolts my head back toreality. I twist from the window, reeling in my emotions asSanteenters.

He’s the best at locating people. Unlike his name,he is no saint, not when it comes to his methods. However, I am in no positionto judge.

“Emanuele. Nico.” He nods his respect beforesitting in the chair.

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