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For a moment the doubt creeps in. I’m so desperate to believe what she’s saying is true. But the risk is so high.

Her voice breaks a little, and I turn to find her crying.

More manipulation.

No, she’s upset.

She’s tricking you.

I roll onto her, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at me. I want to see into her eyes. I want to see her soul.

Tears roll down her cheeks as I pin her to the bed, her eyes are wide with fright.

“Are those real tears, Zina?” I snarl.

She slaps me hard across the face. “Get off me.” She shouts.

My fingers tighten on her jaw.

My body is throbbing with excitement.

Her legs are spread beneath me.

Don’t be distracted.

She’s so small and weak under my body.

My cock hardens and my frown deepens.

Don’t let her control you.

But she’s not in control. Not now.

She’s so beautiful, so lost, her eyes are wild and fearful.

She’s fighting so hard to make me believe her, it’s almost working.

“Giovanni.” She sobs. “Please believe me. I don’t want to lose you.”

Her words break something inside me, and I let go of her face and press my lips against hers.

I want her. I never want to lose her.

Desperation ignites between us and she wraps her legs around my waist. I push my hips forward, pressing my cock against her naked body.

“Wait, don’t do this if you don’t love me.” She whispers against my mouth. “Don’t do this to me - if you don’t love me.” She pleads.

“I do love you.” I growl, fighting myself.I do love her, but I don’t trust her.

I should stop though, this isn’t right. This isn’t ok. How can I sleep with someone I don’t trust?

Grabbing the elastic of my sweatpants I tug it down and grab my cock. Rigid, etched with thick, throbbing veins over the shaft.

She gasps when I rub it over her, coating myself in her wetness.

“Giovanni - “ She says, breathless. “Tell me you love me.”

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