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His arms are so firm around my body that I feel like a doll. With his height and broad shoulders, he looks like a model.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as we move to the song. His minty breath tries to push the thought of revenge from my mind.
“Thank you.” Deliberately, I make my lips brush against his ear tenderly, blowing warm air against his skin. His eyes darken with lust, and his grip tightens around my waist.
“Name’s Marcello.” He leans forward, nosing at my hair, and his cheek brushes my skin. The warmth of his breath spreads a ticklish sensation all over my body. Goosebumps prickle up and down my arms.
“Taylor,” I lie.
I can’t call what we’re doing dancing to anymore because I’m feeling a surge of heat between my thighs, and his fingers are tactically massaging my waist. The sound of the song fades in my ear as our lips brush. Now Marcello is the one seducingme.
The feeling that I shouldn’t have revealed my real first name fades away as his arms. In this big guy’s arms, nothing else matters.
“Wanna know what I want next?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“I want to be balls deep inside you.”
I flick my tongue over his earlobe, whispering, “How badly do you want it?”
Marcello groans, as if he’s already on fire.
I release my hold around him before walking to the corner leading to the bathroom. I make sure to let my hips sway and legs lengthen, just to entice him even more. When I get to the entrance, I look back and see Marcello hurrying toward me.
CHAPTERTWO
DANIELLA
Lust and desireare etched all over his face.
Marcello steps inside the bathroom and shuts the door before he’s all over me with kisses. My center throbs as my breasts smash against his brick hard chest.
My hands rub up his stomach, grazing his ripped abs. I push his shirt up and see that there’s a massive red heart tattoo.
Fuck, his body is perfect.
“I want to lick it.”
“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” he smirks.
I trace his pecks with my tongue but he pins my back against the wall, our lips dancing together. He kisses passionately. The musky fragrance of his cologne fuels my lust.
His firm lips engulf mine rapidly while his hands crawl into my dress, massaging my breasts. Without delay, he pulls the front of my dress down to free my breasts and takes one in his mouth.
I whine over the pleasure that comes with our skin rubbing against one another. I can feel my panties getting soaked with wetness and my clit swelling with arousal.
“Fuck, you’re driving me nuts,” he whispers huskily.
This should have been simple—a straightforward exchange of pleasure for information. However, when he takes my breasts into his hands, treating them with a care I hadn't anticipated, I find myself unnerved. It's as if we share an unforeseen resonance, and that realization makes me want him in a way I hadn't accounted for.
“Don’t stop.” I can’t control my moans. Arousal spreads up and down my spine, pooling in my belly and making my cheeks heat. The head of his cock rubs against my pussy and I want him now.
“Fuck me,” I whimper.
Marcello chuckles. He lifts me. I grab his shoulders and dig my nails into the muscles there. He sucks on my bottom lip, and I shudder at the tickling sensation.
Then he roughly grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me away from the wall. He turns me around and bends me forward, against the bathroom sink. He pushes my dress over my ass.
