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She isn’t wearing panties.

My defenses crack and anger surges. I don’t want her to have power over me.

I refuse to give her that.

Zina leans back, pushing her hands against the bed behind herself as she spreads her legs even wider. She’s inviting me to take her. But she’s not going to get things the way she wants them.

In a flash I grab her ankle and tie her harshly down the bed, she falls onto her back and I’m on her in seconds, kicking her legs apart and grabbing her throat. I press my weight into her, choking the air from her as I grind my cock against her pussy.

She gags and gasps, her eyes watering as pleasure spikes through me.

Zina digs her nails into my back and my eyes are on her lips, parted, gasping for air.

I release my grip slightly and she sucks in a desperate breath. Before she can say anything I lock my mouth over hers and kiss her, pushing my tongue into her, still grinding my cock against her.

She moans into my mouth, a plea, begging me to take her.

I pull back, my mouth hovering over hers as I whisper a warning my voice dark with need.

“You might have power, sweetheart, but it’s nothing in comparison to mine. Don’t test me.”

My eyes lock with hers and to my surprise I see the most intense desire I’ve ever seen in my life. My violence has turned her on in ways I didn’t know where possible. I thought she’d turn away from me, be scared of me after today - but she only wants me more.

In shock I push away from her.

What am I doing?

I turn my back on the bed where she’s reaching up to touch her throat and taking deep breaths of air.

She looks so fucking vulnerable and beautiful.

I hear Zina moving over the bed, standing, pulling her clothes straight.

When I glance at her she looks bewildered, surprised by what just happened.

“I’m sorry.” I mutter, angry.

Her brows knot together.

“What?” She stammers. “Why?”

I shake my head.

I’m sorry that I’m feeding whatever attraction I have towards her. It’s dangerous and wrong. But instead of saying that I turn to walk out of my bedroom. I need air.

“No.” Zina gasps, running after me.

She grabs my wrist and tries to stop me.

“Don’t. Gio - don’t go.” She whimpers.

I’m fighting for control and she’s not making it any easier. Can’t she see that I don’t want this. That I don’t want her. That it hurts me to want her.

Can’t she see the turmoil she causes me.

“Gio,” She pleads.

Anger surges inside me and I spin around and grab her around the waist. I lift her off her feet and storm towards the bed, throwing her down into it. She lets out a sharp scream and I growl. “Shut up or I’ll make you shut up.”

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