Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
Sorry for the long Italian blocks, but I had to translate for you. Enjoy your reading ❤️
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I'm gripped by a violent orgasm as he continues to penetrate me. And, as he reaches the end, I feel him fill me. I clutch at his shirt to keep from falling. My legs tremble. Whether it's him or the cold, I can't keep my balance. So I lean on him and try to catch my breath. But I can't with this hand still gripping my neck. I raise my head and meet his intense gaze.
I know he enjoyed taking me against that car, without the slightest restraint. But I don't think it calmed him down. I can still see the same rage and anger in his eyes. Two things I'm not used to seeing in him. He's usually so gentle. What's got him so worked up?
"I should have brought a condom. We'll stop at the drugstore. Now get in the car!"
He may be as out of breath as I am, but he still finds the energy to be angry. But I don't have enough strength left to argue with his orders. Even if it means leaving my sister here alone. His dark irises forbid me to challenge him. I'd like to put my hand on his cheek and caress it tenderly, to calm him. But I'm afraid he'll reject me. So I comply. I join Chacha in the back seat.
I'm barely seated when Angel violently slams the door. My soul leaps. Chacha gives me a questioning look, but I don't have the strength to reply. I don't know what's worse: Angel pushing me away or keeping me but being pissed off. I don't think either is better. Either way, I still have this excruciating pain in my chest. It brings tears to my eyes.
The truth is, no matter how hard I try to be his submissive, I just can't do it. He always has a disaster to erase the slim good things I do. Usually, he continues to motivate and guide me, taking my hand. But this time, he's far too angry.
Angel enters from the passenger side and our eyes meet momentarily in the rear-view mirror. But my tears have no effect on him. His gaze darkens and I look away. I prefer to stare out the window. Because I've just realized that our romp was just a way for him to get his rocks off on me. Penetrating me roughly, telling me to shut up...ways of hurting me without hitting me. He wanted to hurt me! Angel...my Angel wanted to hurt me.
And he succeeded: my heart is bleeding. Isn't that what he wanted?
His mother takes a seat next to him and I wait for him to start. But he doesn't. Instead, he lets out a heavy sigh. My gaze returns to the front of the car. His mother puts her hand on his. I discreetly ask Chacha to translate what they're saying to each other. He agrees, but I have to promise to do the dishes all week.
"Calma, bambino..." (Calm down, baby)
"Non dirmi di calmarmi! Non quando si comporta male! "(Don't tell me to calm down! Not when she does anything!)
"Te l'ho detto! Essere un dominatore richiede pazienza" (I told you! Being a Dom requires patience).
