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“Itisbig. I…um…I mean…” She took a deep breath and then let it out in an exaggerated exhale. “I can do it.”

“Are you sure? It’s gonna get bigger if you touch it.”

“Holy sh—” She swallowed the curse. What, she didn’t curse in public? “You know what? It’s fine. It’s just a biological function that results in a pooling of blood in your incredibly large… Jesus.”

I laughed. “It’s called a boner, Doc. A cock is funny that way. You touch it, it gets hard.”

“I’m aware! I just didn’t expect that you…”

“That I still had enough blood to pool in my incredibly large…Jesus?”

She giggled for a second, before she stifled it with her fist over her mouth. Unlike all the sadistic laughs I’d been hearing from Domenico, the sound of her laughter was nice and genuine. One of the many sounds I’d thought I’d never hear again.

One I’d heard before.

She shifted, putting her knees on the mattress, and started with my hip. “I meant I didn’t expect you to be aroused by…me.” Then she ran the rag along my pelvic bone, her hand grazing my growing erection. My cock twitched in response.

My hips swiveled, and she looked up at me, flushed. “I’m as surprised as you are,” I said. “I normally have a much better control. I guess it’s been a while.”

She drew her hand over my abdomen, up past the swollen head of my cock, and down the other side. As the very edge of the washcloth brushed up against me, I hissed. Glancing between my face and groin, she did it again, going slowly up and around my erection, stroking it with the wet fabric.

“If you keep this up, you’re going to find out what other things a cock does when teased like that,” I said in warning.

She cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ear, the tips falling forward, brushing my skin. I didn’t know why a sudden urge to smell her hair sprouted in me. Maybe because dark brown hair drove me insane since Sia became Gloria. Or maybe because I missed Lina so much.

I twirled my pinky around a lock of the doctor’s hair, feeling how soft it was. She glanced at my finger and then lifted her gaze at me. I brought her hair to my nose and inhaled.

Her eyes widened for a moment. But then she worked that rag on my cock again, and my erection was now stiff enough to be a threat.

Okay. She wants to play.“You want to see me come, don’t you?” My voice dropped deeper.

“Of course not. That would be…”

“Inappropriate? Wrong? Sick? Fucked up? It doesn’t matter. No one is here to judge. Just you and me. A man you’ll never see again. A man you shouldn’t be staring at his cock, teasing it like a dirty little slut, but you do it anyway because inside youarea dirty a little slut that wants something as wrong as touching a bad boy’s cock and being used for his pleasure.” I watched as her lips parted with a loud gasp, and I took another sniff at her hair, the scent going straight to my cock. “I could definitely use some pleasure right now,Ravenna.”

She closed her eyes and moaned as I drawled her name, as I recalled the only Ravenna I knew.

“Look at me, Ravenna.” As if I controlled her eyes, they rose slowly to meet mine. “Not my face. My hand. You’re gonna watch my hand. Now.”

She complied, and as soon as she did, I fisted my thick boner. In a rush, my breath left me as I ran my hand up and down my shaft.

“Oh…my…God.” She squirmed, as if she was the one about to come.

“You want to do this to me, don’t you?” I said roughly. “You want to know what it feels like and what I look like when I come…for you.”

Her mouth parted wide, begging to be filled.

“Don’t you, Ravenna?” My breathing quickened, pain and pleasure mixing together. “You want to know how my cock feels in your hand, what kind of noises I’ll make when my cum spills all over you?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head as if she was in a fucking trance, looking at me like I was a god. “Oh yes.”

“Allora, give me your hand, you little bitch. Show me if you know how to finish a guy off.”

CHAPTER 10

Ravenna

I was a dirty slut. A little bitch like he called me for letting him talk to me like that, for allowing him to think he could use me for his pleasure like that, for soaking my panties while I listened and obeyed his filthy demands.