/Eliana's POV/
"Shit shit shit!" I slammed the sink as I got inside. "What is wrong with you, Eliana?!" I said to myself. "Why would you let him do that?" I rubbed my face. This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done in my entire life, I mean, I have never done this to anyone, not even Edoardo.
"Is everything okay?" The knock followed by his voice added more anxiety.
"Y. . . Yeah," I splashed some water to my face. "Now listen to me," I stared at the mirror, "You will go out and pretend like you didn't like him pulling your hair,"
'Take it! Take it like a good girl!' His harsh tone was stuck in my head. God, why does it feel so good.
"No! No!" I scolded myself, "It's not good," but then his moans came into my ear again. "Please, stop it. You're in the middle of a crisis. The entire Sicily wants you, and you can only think about how his dick feels in your mouth?!" This obviously didn't help.
