GENEVA
Iran my fingers through my hair and gazed up at the ceiling in a daze. I just lost my virginity to Levi Evangelista on his desk. My body and mind didn’t want to come back to reality. I still felt myself floating somewhere up there on the ceiling.
Levi’s warm, soft hands kept caressing all over my body. He rubbed my breasts and twisted my n*****s and stroked my thighs and belly. His thick, powerful shaft kept gliding in and out through a river of hot, wet, slippery c*m from both of us. He didn’t pull out, and I didn’t want him to. I wanted to float in this dream forever.
Did he really just ask me to marry him? I loved Levi, and he was right about consolidating the family’s power. Marrying him made at least as much sense as marrying Charles and a whole lot more sense than marrying
