Rome, Italy.
Alliana's pov:
My eyes widened in shock as Carlos uttered those words. "You have no idea, Alliana, how long I've been waiting for this," he said, his grip tightening around my throat as he pressed me against the wall once again. I struggled to breathe as his lips hovered dangerously close to my neck.
"You really tested my patience when you walked into my mansion with that attitude. But now that you're here, after weeks of being locked away," Carlos continued, slipping a finger beneath my panties, "you belong to me."
His touch sent shivers down my spine as his finger explored between my legs. "Look at me as I pleasure you," he commanded, and I couldn't tear my gaze away as he began to stimulate me. My body trembled as he moved his fingers with practiced skill, and soon I was lost in the sensations, unable to maintain eye contact.
