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Martina, though… That girl is summer, through and through.
“Every object under my protection is of immense value, Martina.”
down. I am not used to being the talkative one. In fact, one of my hobbies is letting silence linger and seeing how long it takes for people to become visibly uncomfortable. It’s a surprisingly amusing pastime.
“Every object under my protection is of immense value, Martina. And you might just be the most valuable of them all.”
That small body of hers pressed against mine felt like coming home. How fucked up is that?
“I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”
Did he really just tell me he thinks I’m perfect? I feel like I’m having a stroke.
I like Giorgio.
Yes, I find him wildly attractive, but it’s not just that anymore. There’s a connection between us. A thread that’s been pulling me to him from the moment we met, and no matter how he denies it, my gut tells me he feels it too.
She liked the way I kissed her.
“I’ve lived for a long time, piccolina,” he rasps. “Nearly twice as long as you. Never in my life have I met anyone who hides so much wickedness behind an innocent face
like yours. Your mind seduces me. Your body tempts me. A single glimpse of you, and I lose my train of thought. I become completely absorbed in your presence. You shouldn’t have let me touch you like I just did, because now that I know how wet and warm you’d feel around me, I won’t think about anything else for hours. Days. Weeks.”
He wants me. Badly. Desperately.
Will Giorgio remember it’s my birthday? Not that it’s important. The only gift I need is him coming back here safely.
“That’s my girl.”
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, piccolina.”
“This pussy is mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
I pull her closer to me, as if the feel of her body perfectly molded to mine will somehow make me forget about the consequences of my addiction to her. Because that’s what it is—an addiction.
“That’s because you are mine to mark.” He runs his tongue over my neck, sending shivers scattering over my skin. “Mine to fuck. However and wherever I want.”
Maybe he needs a reminder of who Martina belongs to.
“God, Mari. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“You’re mine, Martina. You will always be mine.”
I’m his. And he’s mine.
“Piccolina, you are my world.” My lips press to the upper swell of her breast. “You are everything.”
