TAMING HIS LITTLE DOVE
The toy inside her pulsed violently, her eyes watered, and her hand dug into the armrest so hard her knuckles turned white.
He leaned in, his lips brushed against her ear,
“Beg…”
Aria shook her head, her nails dug into the leather armrest.
“No,” She whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Cosi testardo” (So stubborn). He chuckled darkly, pressed the button again and the toy shifted, the vibration intensified.
Each time he pressed it felt different, her hips jerked, her back arched as a moan tore through her throat.
Her eyes darted to his pants, to the bulge strained against the fabric. Despite her defiance, her mouth watered, her body craved something she couldn’t quite name. Was it the way he
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