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My thumb presses against her sensitive clit, its gentle pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. I can feel the tension building within her, a crescendo of passion that threatens to overwhelm us both.
I push deeper, my finger sliding past her tight resistance into her ass. My thumb circles and strokes her clit. I’ve two fingers in her pussy, my cock rock hard and wanting to be in her.
Finally, she throws her head back, her eyes wide and bright, her mouth open in a silent scream as she releases her orgasm in a wave of pure pleasure. I feel her pussy squeezing my fingers.
Next time she comes, it’ll be from my cock. I can never let my queen go. She will be mine. She will have my children. She will be my dolcezza for the rest of our lives.
As she comes down from her high, I guide her to the floor, where we collapse into each other’s arms. We lie here for what feels like hours, our hearts beating in sync, our minds lost in the haze of our shared passion.
Breaking the stillness, I find the courage to voice the feelings that have been growing within me.
“Emily,” I begin, “I need you to know something. This started as an obsession but it’s become something much deeper. I care about you more than I ever thought possible.”
She shifts slightly, looking up at me. Her eyes, still shimmering with the remnants of our passion, search my face. “Alessandro, I’m... I’m not sure what to say. This is all so unexpected.”
I gently lift her chin, ensuring she sees the sincerity in my eyes. “I know our situation is far from ordinary. But my feelings for you are real. You’ve changed me. You’ve brought a sense of humanity into my life that I didn’t even realize was missing.
“We will negotiate. We will rule together as king and queen. I wanted to dominate you. Now I want you as my queen, where you belong.”
Her expression softens, a mixture of surprise and contemplation. “I feel something too. It’s confusing and overwhelming, but it’s there. I can’t deny it. Your world... it’s so far from what I ever imagined for myself. The things you just did to me, I never thought I could want that, but it felt so good.”
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. “Once Orlov is gone, you can go outside all day and all night if you want. As long as I’m with you, of course. I’m not letting another man near you ever again.”
“My liege,” she says, clasping her hands to her chest. “Such a noble gesture.”
“You asking for another spanking?”
She giggles. “You asking for permission, Mr. Big Dominant Mafia Boss? Trust me, my consent is given gladly.”
9
EMILY
“So this is your bedroom?” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper, as I step into the colossal room that unfolds before me.
The enormity of the space instantly captivates me, a mix of awe and a fluttering nervousness gripping my heart.
My eyes dance over the sleek, modern furnishings, a perfect blend of luxury and comfort.
The king-sized bed, positioned at the center of the room, is draped with plush, ivory linens that look softer than clouds, inviting yet intimidating in its opulence.
A gentle breeze whispers through the slightly open window, carrying with it the subtle scents of jasmine and sandalwood, a sensory delight that makes the room feel alive.
As I take it all in, a grand fireplace catches my attention, its warm glow casting a cozy, inviting atmosphere. Beside it, a sophisticated reading nook, complete with a luxurious chaise lounge and a stack of books, beckons invitingly, suggesting quiet evenings spent in the embrace of literature.
My heart races with excitement, yet a wave of apprehension washes over me. I’m standing in the most intimate space of a man who has become an enigma to me, a place where his deepest secrets might reside.
The thought is exhilarating yet frightening, like standing at the edge of a cliff, both wanting to fly and fearing the fall.
“I’ve dreamed of being here,” I admit softly, my gaze lingering on the details of the room. “But now that I am, it feels so surreal, almost overwhelming.” My voice trails off as I turn towards him, seeking reassurance in his eyes, hoping to find a reflection of the intense emotions swirling within me.
“There’s something you need to know,” he replies, his tone serious, drawing my attention immediately.
“Pink hotpants in the dresser? Big fan of the Gilmore Girls? Got a fluffy bunny you still sleep with?”
He doesn’t smile. “The reason I was so angry earlier.” He takes a deep breath, his expression somber. “Your apartment... it was firebombed today. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but it’s gone. You can never go back there.”
My heart skips a beat. “Firebombed? But... why?” The words barely escape my lips, a mixture of shock and fear washing over me.
