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He smiles like a wolf. “You are my wife. You will obey me. In turn, I will be a good husband. I will take you to the peaks of pleasure. It will be like no sex you have ever known.”
“But…”
“But what? You still sound afraid. What do you fear so much, Emily?” He looks at me, suddenly realizing, his brows raising. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
I nod slowly, feeling shame course through me.
He moves closer to me, placing a hand on my knee and stroking it gently. “You don’t need to fear me,” he says. “We will take things slowly. I will be your first, and it will be wonderful.”
His fingers move north, and my breath catches in my throat. I glance at the driver, but he’s concentrating on the road.
Alessandro is still whispering in my ear. “You ache for my cock inside you but we will make sure you are ready.” He strokes my inner thighs and my legs open for him, my clit throbbing inside my panties.
His fingers hook into my waistband, undoing the button holding up my pants. He slides a hand inside, gliding down over my panties, feeling my wetness. “My dolcezza wants me,” he says with a rumbling chuckle. “Don’t you?”
I swallow hard, trying to collect my thoughts as his fingers trace the edge of my underwear. I nod, unable to speak. How could I resist this man, his words and touch so intoxicating?
“You’re trembling,” he observes, bringing his hand back up to stroke my cheek. “Are you excited or afraid, my dolcezza?”
“Both,” I confess, my voice barely a whisper. “I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know what to expect.”
His smile widens, revealing his perfect teeth. “We’ll take it slow. Trust me.” He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”
I close my eyes, feeling the heat of his breath on my neck as he pulls away. For a moment, I consider asking the driver to stop the car, to escape this seemingly impossible situation. But then I remember the threat. His wife or his prisoner.
As his hand slides into my panties, his touch growing bolder, I steel myself against the flood of emotions rushing through me.
Behind his wolfish smile lies a web of secrets, each strand pulling me deeper into his seductive trap.
His lips brush against mine, soft and warm. A surge of electricity courses through my veins, igniting a fire that had long been dormant within me. I respond eagerly. The taste of him is intoxicating—a heady combination of danger and allure.
His fingers resume their exploration, moving over my soft folds, teasingly dipping into the wetness that has pooled there. My body arches toward him involuntarily, craving more of his touch.
His fingers continue to explore, silent and persistent, tracing the delicate source of my arousal. My breath hitches as his touch intensifies, a finger sliding briefly into me. I gasp, my back arching further into his embrace, seeking more. He pulls out, stroking my swollen clit, growling into my ear.
“Now get ready to feel like you’ve never felt before, dolcezza,” he says, his voice low and seductive.
“What does that mean?” I ask. “That word?”
“My sweetness.”
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. This is it. The moment I’ve been both fearing and longing for, all at once.
I feel his finger push inside me again, entering me in a way no one has before. It’s both painful and pleasurable, a mixture of sensations that I can barely comprehend.
I whimper softly, my body adjusting to the intrusion. He continues stroking me gently, hitting just the right spot with each movement.
His fingers dance inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, wanting to savor this moment forever.
His fingers move in and out of me, his rhythm steadying and growing more forceful with each pass.
My body begins to respond, opening up to him in a way I never thought possible. I moan softly, my hands gripping onto the seat for dear life.
“You’re so tight,” he says, his voice filled with awe and desire. “But I can tell you’re enjoying this. You want more, don’t you, dolcezza? You want me to make you come. Tell me what you want.”
“Keep going,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. “I want to come.”
The driver, oblivious to what is going on, continues to concentrate on the road, unaware of the passion-filled scene unfolding in the backseat.
