There's just a blackout curtain instead of a door that separates the next room from this, and I've only managed to slide it open a couple of inches when I see...something that immediately has my hands flying up to cover my face.
Oh.
Shit.
A part of me has always been incurably drawn to trouble, and it's that part that prevents me from simply squeezing my eyes shut...even when the spaces between my fingers just so happen to land on areas that allow me to see what I'm absolutely not supposed to see.
Is that Massimo Marchetti, fucking some girl against the wall?
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Ysabel
PANIC ATTEMPTS TO TAKEover my senses, but lust swiftly spirals up to battle it for control.
The logical side of me wants to get the hell out of here fast, but the crazier side of me is insisting I stay and watch for as long as I can get away with it.
How can this be happening?
All I wanted was some wholesome gruesome fun while answering quiz questions like the horror nerd that I am. All I wanted was to go back to my old troublemaking self—-
Oh.
They did say you have to be careful with what you wish for, and since I've always been a magnet for trouble...well, I can't dig a deeper grave than this, can I?
Shit, oh, shit.
I try convincing myself once again to do what's safe and right, which is to leave and forget this ever happened. But instead, my gaze remains glued to the couple having sex in the next room.
It's a fact that every one ofLa Strega'sfour grandsons is as handsome (and fearsome) as a tall, black-haired, black-hearted devil, but since I've always secretly thought of Massimo as beingthe sexiest...maybe that's the reason why I can't just stop myself from turning into a full-fledged voyeur?
There's just something irresistibly hot about the way he lazily smiles, and while I admit to occasionally daydreaming about catching his eye like virtually every girl of every localfamigliais also guilty of—-
Seeing him fuck another girl is more than a little TMI even for me, and things get even more out of hand when I catch the briefest and most forbidden of glimpses of Massimo Marchetti's unbelievably enormous cock as he pulls all the way out of his lover's pussy.
My rebellious ways have always had to do with being a rebellious smartass around authority...but I've never gotten in trouble involving the opposite sex. Just the thought of dating freaks me out, while the thought of watching porn embarrasses the shit out of me.
But thanks to the most incredible twist of fate...the first dick I see in real life happens to belong to Massimo Freaking Marchetti...and while he's fucking another woman to boot.
This really can't be happening, but since it is—-
Get your ass moving, Ysabel!
I finally snap back to my senses, but before I can scramble to take a step back, Massimo's dark eyes suddenly swing to where I'm standing—-
I'm fucked.
His gaze imprisons me in an instant, and my legs feel like they've frozen all at once.
Don't look away.
Dark eyes blaze the words out in a tone sopalpablycommanding, I almost expect the girl he's still fucking to hear it and demand what's going on.
But she doesn't.
Those words are for me alone, and the thought is terrifyingly...alluring.
Shit, oh, shit.