Lana’s POVThe silence of the secret mansion is a living thing. It breathes, it whispers, it closes in on me. When Ricardo is here, the mansion is alive. But when he’s away, all I can think about is him. He fills my mind, my body, and my very soul.I toss and turn in bed, clutching the pillow he last touched and inhaling the trace of his cologne. My body aches in a way I hate to admit, like it only exists when he commands it.I squeeze my thighs together, but it’s not enough. Not unless it’s him.“Fuck,” I whisper, catching my breath.It's been merely 48 hours since I've seen Ricardo, yet my body is screaming for his touch. I close my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep, but all I can see is his face, his smirk, and his dark eyes that seem to see right through me.I can't take it anymore. I slip my hand under the waistband of my panties, as my fingers find my already wet pussy."Fuck," I whisper, with my hips bucking slightly as I start to rub my clit in slow circles.I imagine it's
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