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"You wouldn't."
"No?" I nip her ear. "Try me, cara mia."
I'm not sure why I expect her to behave. No one tells her what to do, least of all me. But I'm not prepared for her to stomp on my foot as hard as she can.
I flick my gaze up, pinning a passing shop girl. "Where's the changing room?" I growl.
"Excuse me?"
"The changing room," I snap. "Where is it?"
"Um, the b-back?"
We're striding that way before she even finished speaking, my hand locking around Aurelia's elbow.
"Let me go, Mattia," she hisses.
"I will. As soon as I teach you to behave." I hustle her past shelves of designer clothes and shoes and into the back, practically dragging her into one of the changing rooms.
"Hey. You can't—"
A hard glare at the bitchy old woman trying to stop me from entering the changing room with Aurelia silences her.
The door slams closed behind us.
"Mattia!" Aurelia spins to face me, battling her hair out of her face. Her cheeks are pink. Her blue eyes spit fire at me. "Are you insane?"
I haul her into my arms, pressing her up against the wall. "Yes. And every single time you open your mouth, the madness grows, little mouse."
My lips find hers, my hunger for her spiraling out of control. Like usual, there's nothing gentle about the way I kiss her. I take her mouth as if it's our last kiss. For a moment, everything else disappears. It's just us, this tiny room, and the incessant throbbing of my cock.
"Let me go," she whimpers into my mouth, though we both know she doesn't mean it.
"No."
A spark of defiance fires in her eyes. Her fingers dig into my back, clawing. Even through the layers of my clothes, I feel her touch like a brand on my skin.
"That's it, cara mia. Fight me. You know how much I fucking love it." I drag her bottom lip through my teeth. "But just so you know, it's not going to stop what's about to happen."
I pull back for a moment, just enough to see a tiny flicker of anxiety waver in her eyes. But the potent mix of desire and anticipation is far more powerful. She may be nervous about this, but she wants it.
"Mattia," she breathes, both a protest and plea. But it's too late for words now. I've seen everything I need to see. This little goddess is a dirty girl, eager to explore.
I won't ever take anything she isn't truly willing to give. I'm not that fucked up in the head. I don't want her fear. I want her desire. Her obedience. Her pleasure. And I'm willing to do whatever the fuck I have to do to earn all three.
Without breaking eye contact, my fingers find their way under the elastic hem of her sweats. Her breath grows choppy as I trace the lips of her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties. She's already soaked.
My name escapes her lips in a strangled gasp when I flick the drenched fabric aside and delve a single finger inside.
"Oh God. Mattia."
Her walls tighten around my finger, clenching, pulling it deeper.
"That's right," I growl. "You'll learn to say it right, cara mia."
She tenses and then relaxes into me when I add another finger. The look on her face is pure bliss as sweet surrender morphs into raw need.
I fuck her with my fingers until she's trembling on the edge, seconds from going over. She gasps and trembles, shaking in my arms.
