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"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?"
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When a stubborn, unmotivated twenty-year-old living a difficult life is in desperate need of another job to co...
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I hear the door creak open.
One of my eyes peak open and I see Vittorio leaning on the door frame with both his hands in his pockets smiling at me softly, with a dark look in his deep brown eyes.
My eyes eventually fully open, and I see him coming agonisingly slow towards the bed and he takes off the blanket, maintaining full eye contact with me.
I begin to undress him in my mind, then he suddenly clouds my thoughts completely as soon as he starts unbuttoning his dress shirt revealing his tanned chest, with a clear view of his mysterious tattoos painted onto him, each one telling its own story.
"Undress for me, love." He says, in that deep husky voice.
I immediately comply and seductively remove his shirt off my body along with his joggers revealing my underwear underneath, all for his eyes to see.
He backs up a little admiring his view of me sprawled on his bed and smirks while looking deeply into my eyes and coming back down as he shrugs his shirt off his torso, completely showing it off. There's tattoos on the right side of his rib, two snakes tangled up with each other and on the right upper corner is a butterfly. So hot.
He situates himself in between my legs and I quickly unbutton his trousers off of him pulling them down. He grins a little, showing his little dimple that he has on only one side of his cheek which I have barely ever seen unless he is genuinely happy.
His head moves much closer to mine and I feel his uneven, fast breaths fanning over my breath getting a whiff of his minty breath. His lips ever so slightly touch mine, sending butterflies all through my body from head to toe, including that newly appeared throbbing between my legs.
My eyes flutter close as he takes one of his hands and brushes one strand of my hair that fell on my face, then rests it gently on my throat careful not to squeeze too tight enough to hurt me. He brushes his soft, plump lips back over my own and as I try leaning up to catch his, he sees me move and leans his head back again trying to tease me.
It sure as hell is working.
He brings his head back down and closes his eyes.
"Nailea. Sei così bella." He breathes out. [Translation: You're so beautiful]
I close my eyes to hear his alluring foreign voice again.
"Nailea." That one sounds a little more aggressive.
Maybe he's into that. I know I am. It's-
"Nailea!"
Huh?
"Oh my god she's dead, what do we do now? How about I dump the body and you bury it under that forest we're close to? The only logical explanation." I hear a familiar voice.
