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I pull my phone out and scroll through the screens to find it—the live feed of Daniela’s room.
It is all I have left.
Chapter 12
Remo
Daniela’s room is empty when I turn on the video.
The lights are on, and the curtains are slightly parted, but she isn’t there. The walls remain bare, yet the room feels uniquely hers. I don’t know how she does it—makes things hers without trying too hard—but I suppose she has that power.
I screw open the cap of the gin and toss the liquid into my mouth before flinging it aside. I grabbed three of these from the little fridge in my suite to help dull the thumping pain in my arm. Now, two of them lie empty on the soft, plush carpet. I take a seat on the only chair in the room and glare at the screen.
I wait. One minute. Five minutes. Ten. Just as I’m about to call one of the guards stationed outside her door, Daniela dances into the room.
My God…
She’s completely naked and dripping.
My pulse spikes, and I feel a pull, something possessive, but it’s different this time. I don’t just want her. I need her.
She takes her towel off, and I hold my breath as I watch. My eyes trace her every movement, trying to memorize it and imprint it on my mind. But there’s a rawness to it now, something that goes deeper than the usual attraction. There’s a hunger in me that I can’t fully explain, one I know will consume me if I let it.
She moves with an elegance that doesn’t belong in my world. It’s like she’s untouched and unbroken by the chaos I’ve created around us. And for a second, I wonder what it would take to break her.
If I have to say it again and again, I will. Daniela Volpi is one hell of a woman, and with a body like hers, I don’t think I could ever want for anything again.
She dances to nothing—no music playing in the background, no humming—but her body twists and turns with the ease of a trained dancer. I catch myself smiling at her. She’s beautiful. Her breasts are perky. They’re big enough to fit in my palms, with pink, soft-looking nipples. I’ve tasted them before, and I’ve cupped and felt her breasts in my hands. But as she jiggles them in her flawless dance, it feels like I’m seeing her naked for the first time.
Daniela stops dancing and sits on the edge of her bed, giggling and breathing hard. Then, she reaches for a bottle of moisturizer on her nightstand. I watch her rub it across her body, and it makes me wish I could do it for her because I want to touch her with that same softness, to feel her curves and skin between my fingers, to map her body so I never forget it.
That’s how much she’s changed me and how obsessed I’ve become with her. When she starts combing her fiery hair with her fingers, I feel my cock jerk hard against my pants. Without warning, I let out a deep groan and flick my wrist around my growing bulge.
Daniela stands and slips into her blue lace panties, the kind that would be too easy to snap open if I were there. She’s killing me over here, fuck!
Next, she puts on her nightdress and drops slowly and gracefully onto the bed. Although her movements are simple and innocent, my body thinks otherwise. I want to fuck her so badly that it hurts. I palm my cock through my pants, imagining her kneeling in front of me with a tempting smile on her lips as she takes me in her mouth.
I picture fucking that little mouth of hers so hard that she has no choice but to fall with me.
This isn’t helping. Thinking about fucking her doesn’t come close to what I desperately need right now. So, against my better judgment, I call her. Through the camera, I hear her startle. She picks up the phone with a groan, and I can’t help but chuckle. It’s nice to know I still have that effect on her, even if she constantly argues otherwise.
“Hey.”
God, it’s so good to hear her voice.
“I like those blue panties you’ve got on. They really suit you. Wanna shop for more together?” I tease, knowing she’ll realize I’m watching her.
“What are you talking about?” She scrambles out of bed and moves toward the window, looking a bit flustered.
“Remember what I told you about hanging around the windows for too long?” I respond casually.
“I thought you said this place was the safest…wait! How do you even know I’m by the window? And seriously, how do you know about my panties?”
“I know a lot of things, princess,” I say, a smirk on my face.
She presses her hand against her chest, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an explanation.
I swallow deeply, clutching the phone to my ear as I drink her in. “I could always get you more panties. I mean, when I snap this one off your perfect little cunt and fuck you until you’re milking me dry, you might just need them.”
