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Francesca

TRUE TO HIS WORD , he pushed me awake, the strong smell of coffee filling the room.

— Bellissima, you can't sleep all day.

God, that sexy, accented voice. He could make a killing as an audio book narrator. — How did you wake up already? — I struggled to open my eyelids.

— I've been awake for three hours while you lie in bed, neglecting your duties.

—And what duties would those be?

He squeezed one of my buttocks. — Presenting me that ass to fuck.

I got up on the bed, not caring that I was completely naked. He was on the mattress next to me, smiling. — No, Fausto. You promised. Remember? I promise you.

—And what did you promise me in return?

I didn't mean that. I pressed my lips together, hoping he would forget.

—Do I need to hit you to make you say that again? Alora. — He motioned with his hands for me to get up.

— No, no, no. — I didn't want him near my ass. — Okay. I said it was yours.

Reaching out, he stroked my jaw with his knuckles. —And as such, you will trust me to tak