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My pussy pulsed at the thought of that.

For a moment, he paused, and I could feel him staring down at me. Self-consciously, I pressed my thighs together, but they were slick, and they slid against one another. A soft whimper escaped my lips, and I clamped them shut.

Gently, he released my wrist and lifted me off his lap to my feet, but there was a stiffness to his movements that wasn’t lost on me. He stood up behind me and we both breathed shakily enough for the other to hear.

Had he noticed my arousal, because I certainly did…?

Maybe a wet pussy was just a natural reaction to a hard spanking like the one he’d given me.

Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe something was wrong with me.

Then, without a word, his arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn’t help but notice that his hard cock was pressed between my bottom cheeks. With my panties still tangled around my ankles, my skirt had fallen back into place, but that did little to hide the way his turgid length was throbbing against my scalded ass.

He reached down and deftly unbuttoned my skirt, one by one, until it was hanging on by a thread. Then he pushed it down past my hips so that I was entirely bare from the waist down.

My heart pounded in my chest.

What the fuck was happening?

He’d just spanked me to within an inch of making me cry, and now he was baring me. What did this mean?

Was he going to fuck me now? He had to know how wet I was. I’d lost hope of hiding it while I was kicking and squirming over his knee. Would he think less of me because of it? Would he hate the fact that I was a virgin?

A million questions swirled around in my head and none of them stopped when he took my arm, turned me around to face him and then pushed me backwards, step by slow step, until my back brushed up against the wall and then he pinned me against it. I hissed when my ass touched the wall, pain flaring for a moment and taking my breath away.

Massimo’s raw power finally hit me in that moment. He’d not only manhandled me, but he’d spanked me, and if he wanted to, he could fuck me right here against the wall in whatever hole he wanted, and I wouldn’t have a choice about it.

The realization made me even more wet, and the heat that had built in my core was spreading out to every inch of my body, including my sore, well-spanked bottom.

I stared up at him, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to think.

His hand brushed against my bare thigh, almost touching my pussy, and I started, but I didn’t dare move. My breath hitched, and his eyes met mine. They were dark, stormy, intense, and full of a primal hunger that made my stomach twist into knots.

The moment stretched out between us, and my heartbeat was the only thing I could hear.

His usual air of calm control seemed to be fraying at the edges, and it played out all over his face. The set of his jaw, the furrow of his brow, the way his eyes flickered with unspoken desires—each detail spoke volumes about the struggle raging inside him.

He was just as aroused as I was.

He was trying to regain control, to mask the turmoil that all this had stirred up. In his eyes, there was a flash of something raw and powerful, quickly hidden behind a veil of restraint.

I didn’t say anything, too pissed, too overwhelmingly aroused, pouty over my spanking, and too confused to really know what I wanted next. Did I want him to kiss me? To fuck me? To actually play out all those fantasies I’d had of him in real life?

My mind was spinning. I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted him, but I had no idea how to tell him, no idea what would happen next.

But then I leaned in, my eyes slipped down to his lips and then back up, and something in his gaze snapped. I gasped, the heatof my arousal too much, too fast, and then his fingers brushed across the expanse of my inner thigh and grazed the slick arousal dripping down them.

“Sofia,” he breathed.

“Massimo,” I said, my voice nothing but a hot breathy gasp. He growled deep in his throat, the sound sending a visceral vibration straight down to my core. I let out a moan without meaning to and then it was too late to take it back.

He growled again, louder, and his fingers slipped further up the inside of my thighs until his fingertips were touching my aching pussy. He hissed in a breath.

I was panting, breathless, and all I wanted was him.

“You’re dripping wet for me,bambina,” he purred, and I had trouble standing on my own two feet at that point, especially when his fingers were gliding across my clit, circling, rubbing, and driving me insane with sudden consuming need.

He was barely touching me, and I was about to shatter.