DOMENICO

I still couldn’t believe I was doing this.

Even as the car cut through the quiet streets toward her aunt’s house, I kept telling myself to turn around. To walk away. To be the man I was supposed to be, cold, controlled, untouchable.

But then I remembered the picture.

That damned picture she sent me. The moment I saw it, immediately my eyes landed on her wet, juicy pussy, something inside me broke open, something I’d been holding back for far too long.

The world narrowed down to her skin, her breath, her body that I could still feel even though I wasn’t touching it.

By the time I...