I wake up in strange place, a heavy arm clutching me for dear life.
Yesterday's events flash in my mind, but I press my nose into his chest, using his scent to fight them off.
He groans at the contact, squeezing me closer.
"Mm, Sei così morbido, amore."
(You're so soft, love.)
I let my hands drift down his ripped torso, groans and moans escaping his mouth.
"Cazzo. No more. No more touching, Kitty."
"I want you," I pout.
Whiskey eyes reveal themselves to me.
"I don't think now is a good time-"
"Please, I need you."
His eyes rove my face, looking for a sign in the ridges between my eyes.
"I will give you what you want, but I'm telling you now, it's not what you need,"
His fingers start gingerly lifting the t-shirt he put me in, leaving me bare.
He turns me over roughly so that
