𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 ✔️ (𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀)

➼ Chap. 09 ⭑

Every rational thought I had burns to ash. I'm fucked. Completely fucked.

She looks straight at me as my fingers slip inside before I can rethink it. She wraps her soft lips around them, her warm and slick tongue swirling and sucking them down.

The way she's working my fingers makes me hard as hell, and I can't stop thinking about how amazing it'd be if she had my dick in her mouth, taking me all the way down her throat until she's choking and crying.

She slowly bobs her head on my fingers, sucking hard and slow like she's fucking starved, never breaking eye contact. It's like she's taunting me, saying, "See how I'm sucking your fingers? Imagine what I could do with your dick."

"Cazzo..." I curse sharply, feeling my cock painfully straining against my pants and my blood boiling.
(Fuck...)

I squeeze her throat harder and slam my hips up with so much force she bounces off me with a gasp. A real one. A sound she couldn't fake if she tried. Her reaction is everything—a loud moan vibrates around my fingers, her hips grinding harder against mine, her gaze never leaving mine. It hits me all at once—Paris is a sub, with kinks that align perfectly with my dominant nature.

The realization turns me on even more, sending a twisted, possessive hunger surging through my veins. This is everything I've ever wanted, and more. I've always needed to be in control, and now she's here, willingly submitting to me, feeding into the darker side of me. It's intoxicating, this power, this control.

I wonder if she even realizes what she's doing or if it's just her primal desires taking over. It doesn't seem like she fully understands, like she's just following her instincts. The fact that she's so naturally aligned with what I crave, makes me want her even more.

I increase the pressure on her throat—just enough to slightly chock her while I thrust hard and relentless between her trembling legs.

I watch with a dark satisfaction as her eyes flutter shut and her body shudders atop me. She's so damn turned on and soaked that I can feel her wetness seeping straight through my pants.

My jaw locks painfully.

This shouldn't be happening.
I should be pushing her away.
I should be getting her off my lap and leaving the room, the house, the country—

But her fingers curl around my wrist, holding my hand in place at her throat, not desperate, not begging—guiding.
Like she wants me to feel what she's giving me.
Like she trusts me with it.

And that—
That's what destroys me.

"Luciano..." she chokes out a breathless moan.

Fuck.

I almost literally cum on my fucking boxers. The way she's reacting, soaking up every bit of control I'm giving her, is driving me insane. It feels utterly pathetic, like I'm some horny teenager getting off on this, but honestly, I'm too far gone to give a fuck.

This is wrong.
Every line is blurred.
I'm older. Her dad's friend. The adult.

And yet—

For the first time in my life, I don't know if I'm strong enough to be the adult in the room. Because in this moment, with her soaked against me, with her eyes begging for more without a single desperate word...

I want her.
More than I've ever wanted anything.

And that's exactly what scares the shit out of me. The front door suddenly creaks open, cutting through the moment like a cold splash of water.