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CHAPTER 22: ANDY'S FATE

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GIOVANNI'S POV

My chest heaved, thick and heavy like the musk of sex and sweat that still clung to my skin as I walked out of the room, leaving Tristan behind.

"You did well tonight, Tristan. I'm pretty sure our audience in the next room was very satisfied, especially with your moans. I'll send him away now. I'll have someone show you to your room."

Those words, spoken with a cool detachment that belied the firestorm raging within me, echoed in my head. Tristan's response to my touch had been…exquisite. The defiance was still there, a spark in his eyes that I couldn't quite extinguish, but beneath it, I sensed a flicker of something else. Something akin to pleasure. The genuine quality of his moans, the unrestrained release of his cum, it all fueled an insatiable desire within me to have him, again and again.

I've always been a man of fleeting interests, discarding my bed partners as easily as I changed my clothes. I’m usually done with a man after a night, maybe two. But Tristan…
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