“You know, teasing is ugly.” I scoff, and Francesco raises his eyebrow, putting the guns down.
“I would never tease you, princessa.” He smirks, and I scoff.
“You just did though.” I sigh and he wraps his hand around my neck, tightening his grip around it.
“Don’t you think that I’ll take care of you, hmm?” He asks, and I shrug, smirking.
“Don’t you know that already? Maybe I should show you.” He puts more pressure on my neck, squeezing at the sides, and I struggle for breathe, making him grin. This roughness of his turned me on more than I could imagine.
He moves the guns over to the side of the table, and he aggressively turns me around, bending me over the table, making me moan at his roughness.
“Mhmm, you like this?” He asks, pulling me up by my hair to whisper into my ear, an
