Chapter 68 I Am Not Impressed, Mr Valentino

• She closed her eyes, letting the water run over her, but her mind refused to let go of the images. Alessandro’s hands on her body, his lips on her skin, the way he whispered her name with such intensity when his monstrous dick was inside her, stretching her painfully and never stopping pumping roughly into her slick cunt. She bit her lip, stopping a moan that was about to let out loudly, extremely torn between frustration and desire. The water might not have cooled her down, but it did give her a moment to think.
• Bad, bad, Italian don! She grunted in her mind.
• Despite the irritation, she fought the urge to give in and beg him to fuck her in the shower. Here her friends and colleagues thought she was a nun, not able to react to any man. But the truth was her body only responded to only one man who was the devil himself from whom Mia wanted nothing to do with anything.