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I gasped, the sound sharp in the shower stall. Blushing hard, I felt his erect cock pressing against my bottom cheeks. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in close as I shivered in his embrace.

“I thought I could resist you,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I told myself that I would keep you safe, that I wouldn’t take advantage of you. But goddammit, Sofia. How am I supposed to fight this when you’re touching that pretty little pussy while you’re thinking about me? Fuck! While you’re saying my name?”

I shook, unsure if it was the water beating down on us or the way his words were affecting me.

He took a deep, ragged breath, and then I felt his lips on the back of my neck, kissing the top of my spine. His mouth on my bare wet flesh was like molten hot lava.

My nipples ached, and I moaned, the sound coming out strangled and needy. I could feel his erection pressing against me, the thick shaft nestled between my sore cheeks.

He was naked.

I should have pushed him away, told him no, told him to leave me alone, but I couldn’t. All I could do was whimper as his mouth moved up to the base of my skull, trailing wildfire in his wake.

“You’re making it very hard for me to be good,la mia bambina,” he growled against my skin.

I didn’t say a word, but my head tipped back, my wet hair cascading down my back as his mouth trailed across my jaw.

“I should leave you alone. I shouldn’t touch you, not like this. I should put you to bed and shut the door. I shouldn’t let this sweet little body of yours get to me,” he murmured, his breath tickling the tiny hairs along my ear as I shivered in his arms.

But he didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, his hand traveled up and cupped my breast, squeezing the fleshy mound before pinching my nipple. I cried out, the sound swallowed by the steady hum of the water as it pelted our bodies. His hand continued up, circling around my throat as his other dipped down between my thighs to find my own still there rubbing my clit.

He smacked my hand lightly and I pulled it back, only for him to replace it with his. His rough digits pressed against my pulsing clit, and once again I told myself I should stop this.

“You’re driving me crazy, Sofia,” he growled, and my stomach tied in knots. We were spiraling farther and farther out of control, and I knew that once we finally tipped over the edge, there would be no coming back.

I didn’t tell him no, though. In fact, I didn’t say anything at all. I couldn’t.

I was too caught up with his fingers between my thighs. Too caught up with the way his fingers felt stroking my clit, with the way his lips felt on the back of my neck and his cock nestled between my ass cheeks.

All of it was too much and I felt myself reeling with need before I knew what to do with myself. He tightened his hold around my throat and the way his fingers felt there, holding me firmly, sent a rush of desire right down to my pussy.

I moaned, the sound low and heavy and altogether so shameful that it set my face on fire the moment it fell off my lips.

Massimo chuckled darkly, and the sound had a possessive quality that made my blood run cold for a second before it raced through me red hot.

His fingers worked me harder, rubbing my clit in tight circles, his mouth working on the back of my neck as he drove me closer toward a precipice.

Oh, God. I was going to come.

And not just the kind of orgasm that would make me feel good for a moment and leave me frustrated. No, I was going to come apart, and the realization terrified me.

I wasn’t ready to give in to him, not yet, but my body wasn’t listening to reason. Quickly, my desire spiraled and my core clenched tight. I saw the edge coming right before it hit and then I was riding wave after wave of crushing pleasure that surged through me like a bolt of lightning.

“That’s it. Come for me, Sofia. Let me hear you break all over my fingers,” he coaxed.

I moaned, my eyes closing tightly as I came, his name on my lips once again. White-hot pleasure raced through my veins, taking me captive and refusing to let me go until I went through every ounce of bliss that he forced upon me.

Was it forced? I didn’t know. Honestly, I didn’t care.

When the pleasure finally subsided, I felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. My legs were shaky, and I had to lean back against Massimo to stay upright.

He kissed the top of my head, his hands stroking my body gently, soothing me.

“I’m far from through with you,la mia bambina,” he whispered.

I didn’t know what to do.