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He moaned. I gasped, grabbing his shoulders. He was so big, stretching me deep that I could feel every inch of him. "God, you're so big," I moaned, barely able to move at first. "You're inside so deep..." He started moving, giving me slow thrust that made my toes curl. My body tremble every time he pushed up into me. I rocked on him, my breasts bouncing in front of his face. He growled and leaned forward, taking my nipple in his mouth.

She walked over and turned the knob. It wasn't locked. It opened slowly, and she peeped inside. Books. Shelves and shelves of books. The floor was soft, rugged carpet. The room was warm and inviting. Was this a study room? She was amazed by the structure and arrangement. Everything was perfect. Everything was organized. It looked like a sanctuary. She walked inside like she owned the place and touched the books. Who knew that the devil's incarnate could love books? She checked through them. They were nice books. Expensive editions. First editions of classics. Novels. Philosophy. History. Poetry.

Or what has been done to her? That last question immediately has blood rushing back to my dick. The thought of her being this way due to being sexually abused has something going off in my head. When I look at her again, she isn't cleaning anymore. Or she could be done. I don't know, but she's glancing through the cover of The Art of War by Sun Tzu then flips through the pages. I have the book in a limited cover edition so I can understand her confusion. Done pretending, I set my laptop aside. “That's the actual book.” She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her.

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In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”

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But I also know that I need to find a way to reconcile my body's responses with my own sense of self and autonomy. I look around the room, searching for something to distract me from my thoughts but there's nothing. Wait a second, there's a library. I hastily find my way to the library and search between the shelves...the very section that caught my eyes the first time I was in here. "The Fashion Designing Books" section. I am pretty sure books like that can never be found in a library, so this section made for a reason...Is it me? Massimo knows I'm a fashion designer, so he did this for me to not feel disconnected from what I love the most while I'm his captive? That's some really romantic

he clarified with a mischievous smile. Trusting that—for once—he might actually be telling the truth, I looked into his eyes. Naturally, our gazes locked immediately, and I felt the pull toward him—strong and magnetic—but the usual spicy scent didn’t come. Though he wasn’t smiling, a spark of amusement flickered in his eyes. I felt his fingers touch my waist and slowly draw me closer. With two small steps, we stood pressed together on the edge of the precipice. Our eyes still locked, yet I felt no compulsion, no voice commanding me—everything I did was of my own will.