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When he finally pulled away, there was a new resolve in his eyes, a fire that mirrored the one burning inside me. “Let’s go,” he said, offering his arm.

I took it, feeling surer of myself than ever. He led me out of the room and down the hallway and we headed down the sprawling marble staircase together.

The night air was cool as we stepped out of the estate. I grinned to see that there was a sleek black limo waiting for us. A chauffeur opened the door as we approached, bowing slightly in deference to Massimo. He released my arm just long enough to help me into the limo, his touch lingering on my lower back as I slid onto the plush leather seat. The interior of the limo was just as luxurious as I’d expected—dark leather, tinted windows, and a discreet partition separating us from the driver.

Massimo followed me in, and the door closed behind him with a soft click. The moment the car began to move, he slid across the seat, closing the distance between us in a single, smooth motion. I barely had time to register the possessive gleam in his eyes before his hand found my thigh, strong fingers wrapping around it with an intensity that sent a shiver straight through me.

“Sofia,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. “Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you tonight?”

I felt a flush of heat blossom across my face. I swallowed hard, the heat of his touch searing through the silk of my dress, sending a thrill through me that left my blood racing and my heart pounding. I could feel the strength in his grip, and it was causing butterflies deep in my belly.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck as his hand slid further up my thigh, bunching the delicate fabric of my dress. My heart pounded in my chest, the intensity of his presence overwhelming. Despite the nerves that fluttered in my stomach, I found myself leaning into him, craving the closeness, the security of his touch.

“Then don’t,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out as his fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along the inside of mythigh. The sensation sent a wave of heat pooling in my core, and I instinctively squeezed my legs together, trying to steady myself.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich as it vibrated down my spine. “I love how you responsive you are to me, Sofia.”

His lips brushed against the curve of my neck, sending another shiver down my spine. My body seemed to melt under his touch, the silk of my dress a tantalizing barrier between us that I both loved and hated in that moment.

His eyes never left mine as his hand slowly inched up my thigh, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. He moved with deliberate slowness, teasing me, drawing out the moment until I could hardly stand it anymore. I felt his breath against my lips, warm and inviting, and before I knew it, his mouth was on mine.

The kiss started slow, his lips brushing against mine with a tenderness that took me by surprise. But it didn’t stay that way for long. The gentleness soon gave way to something more intense, more demanding. His hand moved from my thigh to my waist, pulling me closer as his other hand cradled the back of my head, angling me just right so he could deepen the kiss.

I felt myself melting into him, the tension that had been building between us exploding into a fire that consumed my every thought. His lips were firm and commanding, leaving no room for doubt that I was his. I couldn’t resist him, didn’t want to. I let him take control, opening myself up to him in a way that I never had before.

His hands began to wander, sliding over the curves of my body with a possessiveness that left me aching for more. I could feel the strength in his touch, the way his fingers traced the contoursof my hips, my waist, the small of my back. It was like he was memorizing every inch of me, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hands to my hips, gripping them firmly as he lifted me off the seat and into his lap. I gasped against his mouth, my hands instinctively reaching up to wrap around his neck for balance. The feel of him beneath me, the solid, reassuring strength of his body, sent a thrill through me that left me dizzy.

He groaned softly against my lips, his hands sliding down to the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every moment. The silk fabric slid up my thighs, cool against my heated skin, and I could feel the anticipation building between us, thick and electric.

My breath hitched as his hands continued their slow exploration, pushing the fabric higher, exposing more of my legs, my skin tingling wherever he touched. I could feel the tension coiling tighter, a delicious ache that spread through me as I shifted in his lap, pressing my body closer against him.

His mouth never left mine, the kiss deepening as his hands roamed higher, his touch both tender and possessive. I was lost in him, in the way he held me, the way he claimed me with every caress, every kiss.

“Massimo,” I whispered against his lips, my voice shaky with need. “Please… I need…”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes, his own dark and filled with a fierce, possessive hunger. His hands stilled for a moment, his fingers resting just below the edge of my dress, as if he was giving me one last chance to change my mind.

But I didn’t want to. I was his, and I wanted him.

Right here. Right now.

In response, he gave me a slow, almost predatory smile before leaning in to capture my lips once more, his hands resuming their slow, torturous ascent up my thighs. I moaned softly against his mouth, my body arching into him as his touch ignited a fire within me the likes of which I had never known before.

He pulled my dress up even further and my breath hitched as a heated flush raced up my neck to my face.

I wasn’t wearing any panties and he was about to find out.

With a low, husky groan, he slid his hand between my thighs, his fingers lightly teasing my slick, sensitive folds. I gasped, a tremor of pleasure rippling through me as he explored me with an agonizingly slow, deliberate precision.

It was maddening.

“Naughty girl. You’re completely bare underneath this dress, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

I was lost in a haze of desire, my body trembling as his fingers continued to stroke and tease me. My hips began to move instinctively, seeking more contact, more friction, but he kept his movements controlled, his touch just enough to leave me desperate for more. With a soft whine, I leaned against him. My nipples pebbled beneath the fabric of my dress, and just as I was wondering if he knew, his thumb brushed over one of my stiff buds.