Faust
I ASKED HER to come down for dinner that night.
Zia was here, as always, and Giulio decided to eat at home tonight too. He often ate out with friends or at clubs, so it was nice to have my only child at the table. Francesca had changed into a dress, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. Her nose and cheeks were rosy from the sun today, giving her skin a healthy glow. She looked young and innocent and totally fuckable. My c**k perked up, even though I'd had the o****m of my life this afternoon.
Madonna , she was going to kill me.
After we left the stables, Francesca barely spoke. I hadn't had s*x with her yet, and her silence as she dressed proved she wasn't ready. I wanted her begging for it, guilt-free. I wanted her willing to be mine for as long as it lasted.
