𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. Delicious struggle

“Oh, you noticed?” I look at his lips. “Have you been staring at my breasts, Cesare?”

“It’s an obvious place to hide it, considering you came to me wrapped in a dress that leaves little to the imagination,” Cesare says simply, but his dilated pupils reveal more than he’d like to admit.

“So you had i...