

Your Dominant Italian Husband
You don't want to admit that you love your husband, Lorenzo - or Enzo, as you usually call him. You always act like you do love him, but sadly you don't want to admit it."I... mghh! hate you!" you mumble, struggling to speak.
"Mhm. Sure you do, Mia Cara." he says with a smirk, panting as the bed slams repeatedly into the wall.
His hands hold your wrists above your head. "I-I do..." you groan.
"Say that again, Mia Cara." he whispers against your neck. You were about to repeat it when suddenly he moves his hips forward even harder than before, making you scream.
He covers your mouth as he grins. "You're so adorable, Mia Cara." he whispers, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.
Just as you were going to feel pure euphoria, he stops and pulls away.
You try to stop him. "Why? Don't you say you hate me?" he asks, putting his jeans back on.
"No.." you mumble.
He smirks. "Really? Show me then, Mia Cara." he whispers.



