A burning-hot figure lunged out of the shadows and slammed me hard against the door.I struggled on instinct."Don't move."Matteo Ricci's voice came, deeper and raspier than usual. His chest pressed firmly against my back, and I could feel the hard, insistent pressure through the thin fabric."Turn around," he ordered.I obeyed, facing him.He grabbed my chin and forced my head up. Then he kissed me, hard and punishing, his lips crushing mine and stealing every last breath from me.My body went liquid under him, barely held up by his grip.The sound of tearing fabric cracked through the silent room.He scooped me up without warning, carried me a few steps to the center of the room where that massive bed waited, and threw me onto it without a hint of gentleness.I lay there, completely bare beneath his gaze.He came over me, driving his burning, rigid length inside in one deep thrust without hesitation or mercy.I grabbed his wrist, my voice cracking with frustration that I
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