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Marco: Do you find it entertaining to torture me?
I could tell her I was on my way, but I was enjoying my little mouse and her tease.
My phone vibrated. I accepted the call.
“It must be hard…to be the one tortured when you’d rather be the one doing the torturing.”
Her sultry voice sent heat straight into my dick. “It’s fucking hard.”
“How hard?”
“Fuck, topolina. Talk to me as I fuck my fist.” I grasped my cock at the base and stroked it twice.
“I don’t want phone sex. It’s not enough. I want you here, touching me and kissing me.”
“Will you have la cena, err,dinnerwith me?”
She sucked in a little breath. “When?”
“Tonight.”
“Marco, are you coming home?”
I closed my eyes, hating and loving the tears I heard in her voice as she said my name. My chest constricted as she referred to my place beside her as home.
“Yes, but I’ll be late.”
“I don’t care.”
“Not to your parent’s home. I’m too tired to entertain your mother. I have a suite at the Onyx. Will you stay with me?”
“Yes.”
Breathing became a little easier. “I’ll leave your name at the desk. Please—be there when I arrive. I need you.”
“I need you, too. I’ll be there.”
“Now that we’ve established that I am completely at your mercy—” I leaned back on the pillow and stroked my cock, “—suck two fingers, slip them into your pussy, and tell me how wet you are.”
“Marco,” she whispered my name again, her voice hanging on the O.
After slipping a few buttons open, I tugged my shirt over my head. Then I ripped my undershirt off. I rubbed my fingertips over the red, puckered cut from her blade. The skin had thickened with the emerging scar.
“Talk to me, topolina.”
“I’ve touched myself every night wishing it was you. I think about our promises to each other.”
Not now. I couldn’t think of our vows and promises. I pushed the black feeling of rage deeper into my gut. I’d choke on the guilt before I hurt Allegra. I focused on her voice and pictured her beautiful face in my mind.
I fisted my dick, my balls tightened, and a flare of heat sizzled over my flesh. “Almost there.”
“Me too. I’m so wet. My fingers are soaked. My pussy is soft, but when I put my fingers inside me, I can’t reach the place I ache.” Her breathy gasps echoed through the phone. “Only you can touch me there.”
“Fuck.” Muscles in my abdomen clenched with the rhythm of my strokes, and I came in hard spurts, striping my chest in ribbons of white. As the tension slipped from my limbs, I listened to Allegra reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
Her throaty moans seeped into me. “I’ve missed you, Marco. I’m yours. Only yours.” Her voice softened. “Are you still only mine?”
My throat tightened. She was asking if I’d been with anyone. She worried about Giada and Francesca. We didn’t have trust in each other yet, and to tell her about Francesca now, we never would.
