~ DANTE ~I couldn't sleep. All night, I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, my cock hard and aching, replaying the taste of her on my tongue. The sound of her moans echoes in my head. The way she'd obeyed me, even while that smart mouth of hers wanted to push back.Aria. Even her name tasted sweet.By dawn, I gave up on sleep. I went to my studio, which usually brought me peace. It was filled with canvas, paints, and brushes.I have loved painting because, with painting, I was in total control, unlike people whom I had to use money and sometimes even force to exert control.I picked up my brush, intending to paint her expression and her glazed eyes, but I couldn't focus.I try to paint her from memory. Her defiant baby blue eyes and her lush mouth. The curve of her hips. But every stroke felt wrong. Inadequate. My hand couldn't capture what my mind saw, what my body craved.I needed her. In front of me. Looking raw and completely vulnerable.I checked my watch. Seven thirty in th
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