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Memories are spilling forward, haunting me and pushing through my body.

“It’s going to be ok.” My voice is deep and husky when I speak, and she turns towards me with her eyes narrowed and her lips parted.

I have to get out of here. All I can think of is kissing her.

I want to press my lips against hers and pull her onto my lap. Those shorts are hardly covering anything, and my mind is wild with temptation.

I stand up, rigid, fighting for control.

“Guido will be happy here, Zina. It will take a little time, but things will settle.”

Her smile is perfect.

“Goodnight, Gio.” She says sweetly.

“Goodnight, little firefly.” I whisper, unconsciously calling her the enduring name I called her sixteen years ago when we were in love.

She gasps softly and quickly turns away from me.

I hurry from the room, my cheeks heated as the desire inside me grows stronger.

In my bedroom I throw the covers back and strip out of my clothes. My mind is at war with itself. I can’t go back in there, I can’t pull her into my arms and kiss her. I can’t throw her onto the bed face first and trace my fingers over the curve of her back -

Fuck.

Get a grip, Giovanni.

The sheets are cold against my skin, but my body is so overheated it feels good. A distraction I desperately need.

Rolling onto my side I press my face into the pillow and squeeze my eyes shut. Sleep. Dammit. Stop thinking about her.

But with my eyes closed the images of her are more defined.

My cock is so hard its aching, so I reach beneath the covers and wrap my hand around the shaft.

I lie on my back in the bed and imagine her sitting on her knees on top of me with her legs spread wide as she straddles me, rocking her beautiful body over me, her hips swaying as she slowly rides my cock with that look on her face. Pure pleasure, absolute bliss.

She is the goddess of temptation.

I push my hand back and forth and my cock gets harder and harder.

All those years ago I was not able to say no to her - and it’s happening again. I want her. I can’t stop thinking about it and it’s getting worse the more time I spend with her.

EIGHT

zina

Halfway to the mall, just as I turn a corner, I press my foot against the brake, and nothing happens. It’s floppy and lose as though something has disconnected.

Panic spins through me as they car carries on rolling forward.

Grabbing the steering wheel tighter I yank the car to the left, managing to ramp the pavement and hit a light post instead of hurting anyone.

The jolting impact takes me breath away for a second, but then anger takes over and I push the door open in a huff.

This wasn’t an accident. It was too perfect.

His sons are determined to get rid of me in whatever way they can - but this is pushing the boundaries. I could’ve been in a serious accident.

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