ELLA
Sofia was somewhere in the house his fiancée, the one who had every right. But my selfish desires refused to let him go.
He towered over me, huge and solid. When I stood in front of him, he said nothing just watched me. I pushed him lightly, and he let me. My push led him to the bed, where he sat at the edge. I stood between his legs, then slowly knelt.
I wasn’t experienced, but I wanted to try. His eyes darkened as he realized what I intended to do.
“Piccolo fuoco allo spiedo,” he groaned in that thick Italian accent of his.
I didn’t know what that meant, but I promised myself I’d look it up later. As I unbuckled his belt, his phone rang. With his bloody hand, he picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. His face hardened.
“Mmm,” he said, listening silently as the other person
