Messed with the wrong Italian

Messed with the wrong Italian

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"You stole my first kiss, I want it back" he said gripping my waist harder, I glanced at him giving him a are-serious look. Raising my eyebrow I open my mouth to say something, until he cuts me off. "Oh yeah I'm serious" what the hell can he like freakin read minds, oh wait mean looks. "H..how the hell I'm a supposed to give back your first kiss back" I said with angry ranging inside as he squeezed my waist even harder.
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"What do you want baby?" He asked me, tearing the dress off of my body. "You" I moaned out, pulling at the hairs on the nape of his neck. "Why do you want me?" He asked, kisses traveling down to my navel as he slipped my underwear off. I was confused by his question and he met his eyes with mine. He smirked causing my body to shiver with goosebumps. "It's because, my love, you want what you can't have.."

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