Dario shakes me so hard my teeth chatter. “Stop lying, Posy.” I tense, instinctively trying to curl up and protect myself, but I can’t. He’s got me immobilized, facing the laptop, and all I can hear is the soundtrack of my pathetic whimpers as I beg Giorgio to hurry up and cum. That, and Dario’s furious, jagged breath in my ear.
