Rosseta Donnatiello is a seventeen-year-old girl. She's marvelous, literally and figuratively. Every boy crave her, however she's to bashful to be in relationship. Finally, one day she's forced to go to the party where she meets Emiliano.
Emiliano C...
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I replied furiously, "Away from you." Pulling his hand away from mine.
However, the door turned out to be closed.
"You can't hold me against my will!" I shouted at his face as I approached him.
Only to meet his dim navy eyes gazing at me. "You look good in my clothes," He said in a low growl, "But I rather seeing you with nothing on," I gulped right after proceeding his words.
His gaze traveled down my body, a shiver runned through my body, causing my nipples to become numb and visible through the fabric of my shirt.
His warm hand came to my thigh. Emiliano made circles with his fingers, causing me to breathe swiftly and my chest to rise.
The air began to get unimaginably hot, the sexual attraction was at a high level. The presence of him was dementing also frightening. One time he was toxic and the other protective.
"It wasn't nice of you to hit me," He assured, raising one eyebrow consciously.
"You deserved it," I said firmly, I think every woman would do exactly what I did.
"You thought that I'd sleep with you after a few kisses?" I didn't feel like playing games with him. The corners of his mouth parted into a mocking smirk.
"Gabriela has made food for you, go to the kitchen." He commanded, if I was some kind of slave who took orders from his master.
"Let's get something straight, you won't give me orders," I said.
"You don't wanna make mad, trust me." His entire body tensed. I knew I was hitting his weakness, he came even closer, causing me to withdraw.
Taking the key out of his pocket, he turned the door lock, I left and went to the kitchen.
As I descended, I could feel scent floating in the air, he followed me right behind. We both headed to the same room.
I found Gabriela in the kitchen, putting already made spaghetti on the plate.
She noticed our presence, a wide smile spread across her sweet face. She put down the pot of food and came to me, hugging me, "You don't know how happy I'm to see you." She laughed lightly, looking at me.
"You too, Gabrielle," I sat down on the high chair that was on the kitchen island.
"Farò tardi, di' a William di tenerla d'occhio," He ordered Gabriela. (Translation: I'll be late, tell William to keep an eye on her.)
She nodded, taking her eyes off him and towards me. When he was gone.
"È così stupido che pensa che non sappia l'italiano." I replied, rolling my eyes. (Translation: He's so stupid that he thinks I don't know Italian.)
"Not only you're pretty, but smart." After a while, she added, making a silly face, "I see why he chose you."
