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Mindless, I slammed into her a few more times until I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out, my fingers and thumb replacing my cock as I worked her until she was coming again. Fisting myself, I stroked, shooting my come onto her stomach and tits. A small amount hit her cheek and I groaned, trying to get my head together enough to memorize how she looked.

Leaning over, I kissed Dahlia hard before she pulled away.

“You’re getting… a mess. On your shirt.”

“I’m betting it won’t be the last time.” With one last kiss, I stood and pulled my pants up. “Hold on.” I opened the door to my bathroom, grabbing a towel and running it under warm water. Going back to Dahlia, I cleaned her up. When I reached her cheek, there was nothing there but redness that grew the longer I looked. My eyes shot to hers.

“I was curious,” she whispered, feigning nonchalance.

“And?” I croaked out.

She shrugged. “I don’t know; I’ll have to taste it again.”

“Cazzo,” I cursed, pulling her to stand. “If we didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d turn you around and fuck you against my window.”

She paused as she pulled up her pants. “Where do we have to go?”

“Since you had to cancel with Doctor Coran on Saturday, we’re seeing him tonight.”

Her eyes went huge as she shook her head. “I can’t go to the doctor today. We had sex.”

“Yeah, most people going for birth control have.”

“No, I mean weliterallyjust had sex.”

“I know, I fucking loved it.”

“I can’t go see a new doctor right after I just had sex! I need to shower and stuff.”

Backing her against the window, I cupped her pussy. “I told you last time I was addicted to your pussy. Now that I’ve had it without anything between us, I’m not just addicted. I’mobsessed. And next time I have you wrapped tight around me, I’m not guaranteeing I’ll have the control to pull out.”

Her lips parted, and I had to force myself to take a step back.

Adjusting her clothes, Dahlia headed for the door. “Ready?”

“Yeah, gattina, I’m ready.”

Chapter Eleven

Trapped

Dahlia

I didn’t want to go.

Pacing my apartment, I felt restless as I prepared to face the people at Weggies. Putting on a confident smile, I made the quick walk there. I could feel all the eyes on me as I walked inside. A few people whispered and pointed, some clapping softly. Ignoring it all, I walked to the back warehouse.

“What’re you doing here?” Bill yelled, pointing to the side exit. “You should be out there.”

“I’m here to pick up my paycheck.”

“We don’t pay you. Get out there.”

“No. You owe me my final paycheck, and I’m not leaving until I get it.”

Bill slammed the door that connected the warehouse to the store closed. “Fine. Stay here as long as you want. It’s your choice to be in a cage.”

My deep breaths echoed around us. “I’m not in a cage, I just want what I’m owed.”