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“He’s not the fucking guy for you, trust me on this,” he yells as he grabs my hand. “I’m taking you home.”

I snatch my hand from his grip. “Don’t touch me.”

“I will not have his sloppy seconds, Anna, you touch him and that’s it for us,” he bellows.

Asshole.

“There is no us,” I yell, infuriated. “You chauvinistic fucking pig. Go home to your poor girlfriend. Does she know that you’ve got girls on reserve all around the world?”

“Shut up,” he spits through gritted teeth.

Shut up.

“I hope your wholesome little girlfriend gangbangs all your friends…up her ass.”

His eyes bulge from their sockets.

I march inside, I’m beyond infuriated. I cannot believe that entitled asshole.

I storm to the bar and Carlo comes back over. “Hey you.” He smiles as he dances up to me all cute like. “What’s with the angry face?”

Calm, calm, keep totally calm.

He dances some more and I know it isn’t his fault that his friend is a douche bag, I feel my anger begin to ease, this guy has a naughty appeal, he oozes fun.

And he doesn’t want to put me on ice until it suits him…ugh, Valentino is a complete asshole.

“Are we dancing?” I ask him.

He takes me into his arms in a dramatic fashion and pulls me onto the dance floor.

I laugh out loud as he twirls me around and as I spin I notice Valentino on the side of the dance floor, his face is murderous.

Screw you.

Francesca

As we drive through the darkness, Giuliano discreetly slides his hand up my thigh. I glance over and he’s looking out the window acting casual, the guards in the front seat are oblivious.

He pushes my legs apart and as the car stays silent, excitement screams through me, this is fucked up.

So wrong…so hot.

He slides his fingers through the leg of my panties and then slowly through the lips of my sex, I’m swollen and dripping wet.

His teeth catch his bottom lip as he feels me, as if trying to stop himself from saying something out loud.

Oh….

A thick finger slowly slides into my sex and his breath quivers as he inhales, he’s so turned on that he can hardly contain it. I smile over at him in the darkness.

I’m going to fry your brain tonight, big boy.

I clench around his finger and his brow furrows as he inhales sharply.

Bruno turns into the street of our hotel and Giuliano pulls his hand away and rearranges my dress. I stare out the window as adrenaline pumps through my body like never before.

My thighs are shaking.

My God…I’m so turned on that I feel like I’m about to pass out.

The car pulls to a stop and Giuliano gets out and opens my door, he takes my hand to help me out.

Electricity shoots up my arm and we stare at each other, in a sudden moment of perfect clarity, an unspoken message runs between us.

Truth.

“Thank you, we’re fine now, you return to the others. I’ll see Francesca safely to her room.”

“Yes, sir. Good night.”

“Good night.”

“Thank you.” I smile.

We walk in through the swanky hotel lobby and into the elevator, we both stand silently and stare at the back of the door.

We can’t kiss, I feel like we can’t even look at each other in case someone catches on to something.

I see a movement to the side and I glance over to see Giuliano sucking his finger.

I nearly convulse on the spot and the air fills with insanity again.

Fuck.

Fever-pitch arousal.

The doors of the elevator open and he strides out into the corridor, and like the masochist I am, I follow. “Your room key?” he says.

I unlock the door, he waits patiently beside me, his two hands in his jeans pockets. Not daring to touch me in public again.

The door opens, we walk in and he flicks the lock, we stare at each other for a moment.

Then he is on me, he pushes me up against the back of the door as he holds my face. His kiss deep and filled with suction. He pulls my dress over my head in one sharp snap and then he steps back, his eyes drop down my body and he smiles darkly.

“There she is….” he murmurs as he takes my hand and kisses my fingertips. “My girl….”

Oh….

He unlatches my strapless bra and throws it to the side; his big warm hands cup my breasts as he kisses me. I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and pull it up over his head. I’m gifted with the sight of his large torso. Rippled with muscles, tanned and golden.

Hell….

When did he get this body?

I slide my hand over his abs and through the trail of dark hair that disappears into his jeans.

What’s happening right now?

Am I dreaming?

He drops to his knees and kisses me through my panties, my hands are in his hair.

The sight of such a powerful man on his knees for me brings an unexpected surge of emotion and I bend to kiss him as I hold his face in my hands.


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