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YSABEL FELT LIKE SHEwas floating as her moist folds continued to throb in the aftermath of her release. A secret part of her had always hoped they would be good together, but never had she imagined he could give her an orgasm without even reaching third base.

She felt his grip on her breasts gradually ease, and Ysabel was shocked at how she found herself immediately missing his touch. Her eyes drifted open, and as soon as she saw Massimo staring down at her broodingly—-

"Was that meant to convince me to surrender my V-card?"

Massimo's beautiful lips had already curved into a smirk by the time she realized what she had blurted out.

"Sì, signorina."

Oh my goodness, so this was how Massimo sounded when he was purring.

"And there is more of where that came from..."

"Mm..." Ysabel found herself looking at him primly under her lashes. "I'm not quite sure,signore.I may need more proof..."

He suddenly leaned close, and Ysabel froze in shock.

Were they going to start in Round 2—-

Oh.

Ysabel's cheeks turned red when it turned out that he only meant to finish what he had started earlier, which was to help her with her seatbelt.

And now he was smirking again as he leaned away. "You look like you were expecting someone else."

Massimo expected her to play coy, but when Ysabel only made a face, it hit him then and there that he had expected her to act like Ynez usually did—-but she didn't, and helikedher all the more for it.

What. The. Hell.

That he would want her was something Massimo could learn to accept, since he had no control over the urges of his body. But tolikeYsabel, despite knowing the kind of sister she had been to his ex-girlfriend?

The idea left an ugly taste in his mouth, and even though he strove to remind himself that Ysabel had owed up to her mistakes and that he also understood why someone out of her mind with grief could do such things...

Ysabel bit her lip as she quickly picked up on the sudden change in Massimo's mood.Ynez again,she thought painfully. There was a growing part of her that wanted to give Massimo a good, hard shake and beg him to look at her -reallylook at her - so he would realize the truth.

It's me! It's me! Can't you see it was me five years ago?

Ysabel knew she was being unfair, but she couldn't seem to help it. She knew she should be more furious with her own sister, who had been the one to do the deceiving, but in times like this, all she could feel was hurt and despair.

How could she make herself believe it was her whom Massimo truly wanted...when he had fallen for Ynez's lies all too easily?

MASSIMO AND YSABELwere barely talking by the time he dropped her home, and although he had already made the move to step out and open her door for her, she had simply muttered a goodbye as she fumbled with the latch of her seatbelt.

She heard him curse under his breath, but she didn't let this get to her. All Ysabel wanted was to leave without him seeing her tears, and she struggled to regain control over her feelings as she rushed up the stairs leading to her parents' apartment.

Non comportarti da bambina, Ysa! Stop acting like a baby!

Busy as she was chastising herself as she unlocked the door, Ysabel didn't see her sister already lunging towards her until it was too late.

"You bitch! I knew it! I knew you wouldn't say no!"

Ysabel couldn't make herself retaliate even as her sister clawed any and every part of her that she could reach. And since Ysabel had no desire to hurt the other girl back, all she could do was protect herself as best as she could, and it was only when her mother andZioArnoldo walked in on them that Ysabel was finally freed of her sister.

Ynez, even when unable to struggle out of her stepfather's hold, did not stop trying to reach for Ysabel.

"Calm down, Ynez," their mother begged.

"Why are you asking me to calm down? Can't you see what she's done?" Ynez screamed. "She's the one who stole Massimo away from me! Can't you see that?"