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 changed back into my dress, I didn't know if I was staying here for the night. Emiliano started ignoring me from the moment we got out of the shower after the best sex of my life. I've never had this much orgasm with any man. He's the type of person who will make a girl come, he's not selfish, which I like, it's the first time I've encountered that.
As I head towards the exit from his bedroom, I see him dressed in gray sweatpants. He's not wearing a shirt, which exposes his incredible body that I had previously touched in every nook and cranny.
It was the best night of my life. I'll only have memories. I know that no man can make me feel like Emiliano. He knows what he's doing and he does it perfectly.
"Where are you going?" He asked, putting both hands in his pants pockets, staring at me with piercing eyes.
"Home," I replied, in a simple sentence. I guess he didn't think I'd be staying here overnight.
We both knew we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. Sinful things would certainly happen here that night. We wanted each other.
"You're staying with me." He made himself clear and then moved closer to me.
I rolled my head in disbelief, he must not be thinking straight.
"No way, I've to go home." I denied it, knowing it would bring anger to his gray eyes.
He grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled lightly not to hurt me. Moan escaped my lips anyway.
"You said you were mine, now you're my property." He was gnashing his teeth. I knew that the words I had said earlier were a mistake, nonetheless I didn't know it would be to such an extent.
I watched in disbelief, expecting that we would both laugh at his words, which turned out to be a funny joke. However that wasn't the case, his face was cold with no emotion to indicate the coming laughter.
"You cannot hold me against my will." I tried to break free from his hand, although his grip was so strong that as I struggled against him. I knew that the mark would remain there for a long time.
I looked at my hand, groaning in pain, and then at him, "You're hurting me."
After my words, he let go of my hand and I felt relief, it was slightly red. I tried to alleviate the pain by lightly massaging it with my other hand.
Disgusting was the only word that appeared on his face, there was no compassion there.
"Are you hungry?" After a while he asked.
I nodded, if it meant Gabriela preparing food, I was totally up for it. I was hungry after our intercourse earlier, good food would do me good.
He left the bedroom leaving me alone, I sat on the huge bed and sighed. Emiliano's words still didn't reach my head, I still thought he was making a stupid joke. I liked his presence, sometimes he was nice and affectionate. Then when he didn't like something, he turned into a rude asshole with no feelings.
