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"May I begin,tesoro?"

His hands have already claimed my breasts before he's even finished speaking, and my body starts writhing helplessly when he plays with them like they're his favorite toys to squeeze.

Aaaaaah.

I become a mindless slave to passion as he starts soaping every inch of my body, and the way his hands caress my flesh oh so slowly and thoroughly is an exquisite torment in itself.

His touch is as unbearable as it's addictive, and the water that's still cascading down my body has nothing to do with how my nether lips are getting wetter and wetter by the second.

My knees buckle for real when he finally inserts his hand between my trembling thighs, and Cesare's chuckle plays into my ear as I end up clutching the broad slope of his shoulders for balance.

My nipples scrape against his chest just as his fingers find my clit, and it's the beginning of the end.

"Cesare..."

I whimper his name without thinking as my hips start moving on its own, and I find myself riding his hand harder and faster like it's a five-fingered beast meant to sweep me off to paradise.

Every stroke of his finger on my clit makes me feel more delirious; I want and needmore.I want both of us out of our minds with lust, and before I even know what I'm doing, I'm also reaching down between our bodies—-

"Fuck."

Cesare groans the word out the moment my fingers wrap around the huge girth of his boner. He's so, so much thicker than I imagined, and my pussy quivers even harder when I hear him groan anew as I start stroking his length.

The movement of my fingers soon matches his, and sex flavors the air as I feel my own clit start to tighten, and his own cock twitches even more violently in my fold.

I start to pant, and so does he, and the sound is just so maddeningly erotic—-

Aaaaah.

I wish I could make it last longer, but it's impossible. Pleasure bursts out of me the moment he pinches my clit, and Cesare growls my name out as my fingers squeeze his cock hard.

We cum at the same time, my creamy release coating his fingers as they slide down against my folds, and his own cum dripping all over my hand as his cock pulsates endlessly in my grip.

A faint cry tumbles past my lips as he suddenly pushes me up against the wall, and the next thing I know his other free hand is grabbing a fistful of my hair. He angles my face up, and mytoes curl hard against the cold, wet tiles as his mouth hungrily ravages mine in a kiss so, so deep it ends up branding me all the way to my soul.

I own you, this kiss of his says.

And as I suck eagerly on his own tongue, and I hear him groan just as his big, strong body jerks against mine, this kiss just as clearly says—-I own him, too.

Chapter Eight

Penelope

CESARE CAN'T SEEM TOkeep his hands to himself as he towels me dry after our shower. His fingers casually tease my nipples as he hooks my bra close at the back, and heaccidentallymakes my pussy quiver as he checks the seamless fit of my panties.

He asks me to choose something sleeveless for some reason, so I opt for a little black dress that makes me feel rather elegant. I want to ask him if I'm overdressed, but as soon as I come down, Cesare informs me thatLa Stregais waiting for us at her private study.

"Sit down, please."

While the older woman no longer terrifies me the way she had yesterday, I still find her vastly intimidating, and I end up answering her like a newly recruited soldier being interrogated by his commander.

"I hope you slept well,bambina?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And you seem to be getting along with my grandson,sì?"

"Yes, ma'am."