“If I find you in that other bed ever again, you won’t like the consequences,” he says. “Do you understand, tesoro?”
I tilt my chin up and smirk. “And what will you do?”
Luca leans forward, the corners of his lips curling upward in a wicked smile. He slides his finger inside me again, painfully slow. I grab at his hand, pulling on it with all my might, trying to get his finger to move faster without effect. He just smiles wider, then pulls his hand away.
“Luca!” I get a hold of his wrist and pull his hand back between my legs.
“Yes?” He presses the tips of his fingers to my p***y, pinches my c**t, then removes his hand again. I feel like I’m going to break from frustration.
“Please,” I whimper.
“If you ever dare to sneak out of my bed again,” he says and bites my earlobe, “I’m going
