In which a 22-year-old seductress who is watching his children lures a 40-year-old Italian guy into her trap.
As I approached her, I softly but firmly grabbed hold of her neck to express my fury while keeping our eyes locked on one another. She gazed up at me, somewhat perplexed but still secure in her fury, the last vestige of innocence flashing in her golden pupils. "You are mine." I said it with a deep growl. Mine to handle. I emphasized my point by grabbing the side of her hip with my other hand. I'm yours to kiss. My lips left a faint imprint on her neck's exposed column. She didn't realize that her heart rate was becoming faster. As soon as her aroma reached my nostrils, I started to feel a little more at ease. And obviously mine to fiddle with. I squeezed her throat more firmly and smiled internally in delight at the trembling breath she gave out. "You heard that piccola?" I carelessly nibbled on her ear as I murmured.
Important: This tale includes explicit topics. if you feel uncomfortable about sexual allusions, situations, cussing, etc.