CHAPTER 133

“What do you want, Mr. Romano?” she asked.

“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 Isabella thing.” I smirked, loving how her fear and nervousness were visibly noticeable on 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