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His cock is rock hard, jutting up from his beautiful body. It's hard and thick for me, and I long to feel it inside me, stretching me, filling me.

But that's not what I'm going to do.

Not yet.

I have a score to settle.

And payback is a bitch.

And so am I.

I take him in my hands, and he shudders, his entire body going taut.

I smile.

I start to stroke him, slowly, lightly. Barely there.

"Christ, Donna," he grits out, his hands fisting in the sheets.

I laugh, and he glares at me.

"This is payback," I say.

"Two can play at that game," he says, a warning note in his voice.

"I'm counting on it," I say, and lean in. But I don't take him in my mouth. Not yet.

Instead, I press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock. I lightly suck the bead of moisture there between my lips and lick it with my tongue.

He groans deeply and sends a fresh wave of desire through me.

I want to sit up and sink onto him, feel him fill my pussy inch by glorious inch.

But not yet.

I do it again, pressing my lips to him, and swirling my tongue around the sensitive head.

He swears, a stream of Italian curses that are very, very rude. My conversational Italian is pretty rusty, but I remember the curse words very well.

Keeping my lips pressed to him, I let them curve wickedly.

I tsk lightly. "And I thought you were a man of virtue," I tease. "All the best men have it."

He lets out a strangled laugh. "Oh, dolcezza," he says, "I am not a good man. And I am about to prove it to you."

He reaches down, and before I can react, he flips us over, and I'm the one on my back.

He's over me, caging me in with his powerful body, and the look in his dark eyes is dangerous, sending a thrill through me.

But to keep our little game going, I pout. "Not fair. I hardly got to taste you." To prove my point, I reach down and wrap my fingers around his impressive length, stroking him firmly.

He lets out a pained hiss, and I feel a surge of triumph.

That is short-lived.

He captures my wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above my head.

I try to struggle, to test his strength, but it's useless. He has me completely and utterly at his mercy.