Page 36 of Anastasia

“Valentino,” I corrected, annoyed, before grabbing her hands away from her bra. She tried to pull away from my grip, but I wasn’t having it.

“I have to go,” she said, trying to get up once again.

“See, that’s the thing,Barbie. I’m supposed to be‘handling’you right now. My brother was very upset about the whole Orabella thing.” I smirked, loving how her fear and nervousness was visibly noticeable in her face as it skyrocketed.

“I promise I won’t screw up anymore, Valentino,” she pleaded.

My dick twitched at the sound of my name coming from her mouth. Her body was right against mine, her sex mere pieces of fabric away. The temptation was screaming at me, and it all began with her.

“Persuade me,” I whispered, my voice getting deeper with lust.

She stared into my eyes for a long moment before she got down on the floor. I watched as she unbuttoned my trousers before unzipping them.

“Only if you want to,” I muttered as my eyes found hers.

“I do.”

All I wanted from her was to continue her dance, but with her now on her knees in front of me—who was I to say no?

Her hand found my length, and she stroked it from the outside of my boxers, making me groan. When she pulled back the waistband of my boxers to pull my entire length out, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

“I’ve never done this before, so don’t expect me to be an expert or anything,” she said softly before gazing up into my eyes. Her words were like music to my ears. I loved the thought of bring her first of anything.

Anastasia’s hand began to move against my shaft until I felt the wet, warm, and moist sensation of her mouth on my cock. I closed my eyes at the feel of her full lips sliding down my entire length. She then came back up with my cock head in her lovely mouth. Her soft tongue was circling around my shaft as her long, blonde hair hung down, brushing against my balls.

“Merda. Don’t stop,” I groaned.

She then began sucking me into her mouth even harder and made sure to bob her head up and down furiously. Her tongue moved around me, and it felt like I was in heaven as I grew bigger and bigger in her mouth. The head of my cock was hitting her throat as it squeezed around me.

After she began stroking my balls with her hand, she made a slurping noise as she inhaled my swollen shaft, driving me to the edge very quickly. Grasping her silky strands of hair, I lifted my hips up to sink my cock deeper in her throat before I shot a long stream of cum into her mouth. My Bambolina pulled my cock out and pumped the rest of my cum into her open mouth, sucking me dry.

When she finished, I watched her as she tucked me back into my boxers and got up from the floor. Her eyes were on mine, and I’m sure she could see that it only made me want her more. Grabbing a hold of her arm, I brought her closer, so she was mere inches from my face.

“Did you lie to me when you said you’ve never done it before?” I asked, growing angry.

“What do I have to lie for?” she questioned. I let go of her arm before standing up directly in front of her. Her eyes were leveled with my chest before she finally craned her neck up to look into my eyes.

I never would’ve thought an amateur could’ve given me the best head I’d ever received. It was obvious she wasn’t lying because my men searched her thoroughly. She was always so busy, Anastasia never had time for any boy. However, watching those men lust after her and knowing that any guy could ask her for a private dance where she would show them everything that belonged to me was what drove me mad.

“As your punishment for lying and what theDonhas agreed is very reasonable, your dances are canceled for the week. You’re staying in my wing of the mansion until further notice, and you’re not to leave it. Do I make myself clear, Bambolina?” I asked.

“But I?”

“It was going to be far worse,” I finished for her before walking toward the door. As I left, I zipped and buttoned back up my trousers with a smirk on my face.

A week of fun.

Anastasia

Valerio forced me to leave the club the moment I walked in. It seemed as though Valentino had told him what he planned. His punishment was delirious. He just wanted an excuse to keep me from making money. I was mostly upset because I had already gotten dressed to work, and it was all for nothing.

Storming over to his room, I slammed open the door and grabbed Valentino by his tie. He didn’t look at all surprised to see me because he was wearing his stupid smirk on his face as his hands came down to my hips. Even his eyes flashed down to my exposed breasts as he waited for my outburst.

“You think you’re so cool, don’t you?” I asked angrily. “I’m not staying in this room. I have responsibilities, and I need to make money! You are such an asshole!”

“You’ll still be making money. Think of it as paid time off.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before pushing his hands away.

“Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Romano,” I scoffed sarcastically. With eyes so cold and one arm wrapped around my waist, he grabbed me by my hair sinfully.

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