Page 142 of My Italian Love Affair

"You can stop me, you know," I tell her. "If you hate me so much, then tell me to stop, and I will."

Her breathing is erratic, her heart hammering so loudly I can almost hear it, and I already know that she won’t stop me.

Andfuck, I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

I don’t just want to kiss her.

I want to wreck her.

I want to ruin her for anyone else.

She doesn’t answer, but shemoves. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of my hoodie, dragging over my abs, and my skin burns under her touch.

"You really do like playing with fire, don’t you?" I hiss.

She swallows hard, her fingers pressing harder against my stomach.

And then -dio.

She moves away from the lockers, sliding down my body in one slow, deliberate motion, her hands trailing lower as she sinks to her knees.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Understanding slams into me like a freight train just as her fingers curl into the waistband of my sweatpants.

I don’t even have time to react before she tugs them down in one smooth movement, freeing my cock from the confines of my clothing.

My jaw clenches.

I’msofucked.

I exhale sharply, reaching down and tangling a hand in her hair, tilting her chin up until our eyes meet.

For a moment, she just watches me, her tongue darting out over her lips, teasing.

"That’s right, baby," I murmur, my thumb dragging slowly across her lower lip.

She shivers.

"Show meexactlyhow much youhateme."

Daphne lets her lips part slightly, lets her breath fan against my cock, teasing me -tauntingme - with the barest ghost of a touch. I know exactly what she’s doing, anddio, if I didn’t already want to ruin her, I sure as hell do now.

I fist my hands in her auburn hair, watching her through hooded eyes, my body strung tight like a live wire.

"Fuck, bella," I mutter, my voice rough, strained. "You're going to be the death of me."

She smirks - because of course she fucking does - and then,finally, she lets her tongue swirl over the head of my cock.

A curse rips through my throat, and my grip in her hair tightens. She watches me with wide eyes as she repeats the motion. My jaw clenches as her hand wraps around my length, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that have my hips jerking forward instinctively.

"Fanculo," I hiss, my head thumping back against the lockers behind me.Fuck you.

She’skillingme.

She presses a slow, lingering kiss to the tip of my cock, and the moment her tongue flicks over the sensitive head again, I have to fight the urge to just grab her by the hair and take control.

Because she’snewto this. I can tell.

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