❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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P A R I S
Luciano takes the photo, his confusion quickly turning into something deeper as he looks down at it. He holds the photograph tightly, his face an impassive mask, but his eyes are dark—almost brooding.
"Where did you get this?" He asks, his eyes locked on mine, the intensity in them making my heart race.
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" I snap, yanking my arm free from his grip.
Luciano's eyes burn with anger, but there's something darker too. His jaw tightens, and I can see the muscles moving beneath his skin. The air between us feels heavy, making it hard to breathe.
"I asked you a question," he repeats, his voice tight with suppressed fury. "Where. Did. You. Get. This?"
I swallow hard, my confidence wavering slightly under his intense scrutiny.
"I found it in your stuff." I mumble, the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.
Luciano doesn't break eye contact, his presence suffocating as he takes a dangerous step closer.
"Who the fuck gave you permission to touch my things?"
The heat of his body brushes against me, sharply contrasting with his cold, dangerous tone. I take a step back, feeling a chill run down my spine from the intimidation, but I force myself to stay strong.
"It doesn't matter," I blurt, my voice steady even as my heart races. "You owe me an explanation."
Luciano's gaze is unyielding as he takes another step forward, his anger tangible.
"I don't owe you anything," he snaps, his voice icy. "What you found means nothing. It was a mistake you never needed to know."
I gasp, the sting of his words hitting harder than I expected.
"A mistake?" I repeat, my voice trembling. "How can you say that? You kept this photo, you kept—"
"—What?" He interrupts, his voice rising with anger. "A photograph from years ago? I've told you before, Paris, you're imagining things."
The coldness in his words hurt, and I flinch.
"How can you say that? I've felt this connection between us. I've seen it in the way you look at me, in the things you do. And yet you act like it means nothing?" I say and his eyes darken.
"Maybe I did have feelings once, but that's in the past. I don't owe you anything. I've kept my distance for a reason. It's not my fault if you can't handle that." He retorts, his voice cold, causing tears to sting my eyes.
"So, what was all this? All the moments we've shared? All the care you've shown me? You were just pretending?"
He shakes his head, his gaze distant and unfeeling.
