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Despite the fear and bewilderment, there was an undeniable attraction I felt toward him. The way he looked at me, touched me… it was hard to ignore the heat it sparked within me. But I was too ashamed to admit it, even to myself.

I needed answers, and I knew Massimo had them. Tomorrow, I would push him for more. I needed to understand who he really was and why my father had trusted him so implicitly. But every time I tried to focus on those questions, my thoughts drifted back to Massimo himself. The way he looked at me, the way his hands felt on my body—it was maddening.

Fucking hell. Get a hold of yourself, Sofia!

I decided a hot shower might help clear my head. I blushed as my hand rose to my chest, where his dried cum still marked me beneath my shirt.

I probably still smelled like sex.

I pushed myself off the bed and wandered into the bathroom. It was just as lavish as the rest of the estate, with a deep soaking tub and a walk-in shower that looked like it belonged in a five-star spa. I turned on the water, adjusting it until it was just the right temperature, and stripped off my clothes.

Stepping into the shower, I let the warm water cascade over me, closing my eyes and trying to relax. The jets massaged my tense muscles, and the steam enveloped me in a comforting embrace. I reached for a bottle of lavender-scented body wash and began tolather up, hoping the soothing scent would help calm my racing thoughts.

But as I stood under the spray, my mind kept drifting back to Massimo. I could still feel the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his touch. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I pressed my hand against the cool tile wall for support.

I needed to focus. I needed to think about my father, about the danger he might be in, about why Massimo had brought me here. But all I could think about was the way he had looked at me, the way he had made me feel—vulnerable, excited, and confused all at once.

I sighed, leaning my forehead against the tile. This was crazy. Massimo was supposed to be protecting me, not making me feel this way. But I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward him, the way my body reacted to his presence. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and it was driving me insane.

I tried to shake off my wayward thoughts, focusing instead on rinsing off the soap and letting the water wash away the remnants of the day. But even as I scrubbed my skin, I couldn’t scrub away the memory of his hands on me, his voice in my ear.

Or his cock in my mouth.

Or his cum on my chest.

My nipples hardened, and I could feel a familiar ache building between my legs.

Fuck.

This was not helping, not in the slightest bit.

I finished rinsing off, but the arousal still burned low in my core. I trailed my fingers across my belly and my nipples throbbed, but my clit thrummed even harder. Before I could stop them, my fingers trailed downward and then grazed over that needy bundle of nerves. I gasped at my light touch, my desire blazing to life like a flame to dry tinder.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d already come several times today. I should be more than sated, but here I was with my fingers between my thighs before I could stop myself.

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.

I shouldn’twantto be doing this.

But I was. I pressed down harder, rubbing in small circles as the pleasure built within me.

I could hear Massimo’s voice in my ear, his words filling my head, his hand striking my bottom, my pussy convulsing as he pinned me against the wall and had his way with me. What would it feel like to have him between my thighs, to have him be the first man to fuck me with that same hard cock I’d had between my lips only hours ago? What would it feel like to have him driving into my ass?

I groaned with shame at the thought, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. There had to be something wrong with me.

But the more I thought about him, the more the shameful desire within me burned. I rubbed my clit faster, the pleasure building, my heart pounding. My body was trembling with need, and I could feel the orgasm hovering just out of reach.

I pulled in a shaky breath, trying to keep a level head while losing it at the same time.

As I circled my clit over and over again, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Massimo,” I cried out, the name falling from my lips like a whispered prayer, and my legs started to shake.

Then a warm presence pressed up behind me.

“I love the sound of my name rolling off your tongue,” he whispered.

He’d let himself in.