Salvatore Gianluca

Damn it!

That warm breath brushing against my nostrils, her ragged breathing, and her trembling lips lured me into pleasure. I couldn’t resist and ended up pressing my lips to hers, but Roxanne pulled away, taking two steps back and leaving me hanging.

"What’s wrong with you, Salvatore?" Roxanne glared at me, her eyes burning like fire.

"I want you."

"What?" She stepped back again, shaking her head. "You want me? Is that all I inspire in you—SEX?" That last word dripped with disdain.

"Sex? Why do you always have to be so damn cynical, Roxanne? I haven’t had sex with you. I want you because you’re the...