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I press the tip of my cock against her opening, feeling her pussy’s pulsations.

She’s ready for me. I can tell.

“Tell me. Do you want this too?”

CHAPTER 27

EMILY

When a man like Lorenzo asks if I desire him, what can I possibly say?

Ever since I laid eyes on him, I’ve been fighting my attraction to him.

And from the lingerie set he displayed on my bathroom counter, he’s clearly attracted to me as well.

And wants to take it further.

But everything has gone too far.

Ever since I arrived, I’ve taken every step possible to prevent Lorenzo from laying a hand on me.

Now, my body pulsates for his touch.

When he slides my robe from my shoulders, I find myself leaning in toward him.

Beneath the lingerie’s thin silk my nipples harden in desire, wanting him to touch them.

I’m surprised to find my pulse racing, cheeks burning.

And that incessant pulsation and hunger between my thighs.

“Touch me. Feel how much I want you,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. His thigh presses between mine, holding me down.

I feel him hard and thick through his trousers against my silk-covered thigh.

“Like hell I will,” I gasp, making a lackluster show of squirming out of his grasp.

The movement forces my hungry pussy against his cock. A small, involuntary sound escapes my throat.

Lorenzo shifts, using his body weight to still me.

His free hand catches my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Raise your voice to me again and you’ll be sorry, wife.”

Defiance flares.

I buck against him.

He flips me onto my stomach, pressing me down into the mattress with his chest against my back.

Lorenzo’s erection nestles firmly against the curve of my bottom, separated only by thin layers of fabric.

I whimper. Half in protest. Half because my body’s desiring something far more dangerous.

“Lorenz—” His name breaks off as his lips brush the shell of my ear.

“Shh.” His voice softens unexpectedly. “Easy, Emily. I’m not going to hurt you.”