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Chapter twenty-five

Samara

“ O h god,” I moan, my core clenching and spasming as I fight to keep up the pace, slipping my other hand in to work my clit.

Except, it isn’t my hand I’m imagining right now.

It’s still Luca as he brings me over the edge.

My pussy walls clamp around my fingers, and my lace panties rub against my knuckles as I come apart thinking about Luca De Laurentiis and his goddamn monster dick fucking me into the next century.

This is so messed up.