Geneva

I saw myself spreading my legs to steer Levi Evangelista's hard, bare cock between my legs. A little voice in my mind kept telling me I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't stop myself.


He felt so fucking hard and hot in my hand. My pussy quivered, driving me out of my mind. I had to feel him in there. I fantasized about Levi for years. Now, here he was leaning over me, getting ready to take my virginity exactly the way I always dreamed.

His mouth wouldn't let go of me. He kept kissing me, and his ice-blue eyes consumed my being. He stroked against me, but he didn't drive in like I hoped he would.

He glided his thick shaft between my swollen petals, and my honey coated him down to the root. I whimpered and rotated my hips back in time to that mind-blowing rhythm. I needed him so badly. Why didn't he take me?


My juices made him slippery and maddeningly hard, but he still didn't plunge all the way in. I leaned back and tried to pull him in with my legs, but he only slowed down.

I wanted to cry. I wanted him so fucking bad, but he only eased back, kissing me gently. It took all my courage to finally kiss him, and now I found out he didn't want to.


I dug my fingernails into his back, but he only straightened up and pulled his prick out of my hand. 'No, Princess. It isn't right."

'Yes, it is…" My voice cracked, and I reached out to take hold of him again.

He didn't stop me from squeezing and stroking him while we kissed, but he didn't rise, either. He kept getting farther and farther away, even as his cock throbbed hard and stiff at my touch.

When he pulled away the next time, he didn't let me restart. He took hold of my hand and took it off him. 'No, Princess. You can't… I can't…"

'Yes. You can!" I heard my voice rising in panic. I had to. I couldn't come this far and not go through with it.

'You're a virgin, Princess. You have to keep yourself pure for whoever you're going to marry."

I opened my mouth to argue, but he laid one finger on my lips to silence me. Then he got busy pulling up his pants and buckling his belt.

That twisted the knife worse than anything. I ached for him. I ached in general. I didn't want to be a virgin anymore. I wouldn't have waited this long if I didn't have this stupid Italian tradition hanging over my head.

'You aren't ready," he went on.

'Yes, I am. I'm more than ready."

'You might want it, but you wanting it doesn't make you ready."

'You're wrong."

'I'm supposed to protect you, not steal your virginity from whoever you're going to marry."

'What if I don't want to stay a virgin until I get married? It's mine to give to whoever I want. If I want to give it to you, that's my decision."

He leaned in and kissed me again. That kiss told me he already made up his mind. No one would ever be able to talk him out of it. Levi didn't work that way. 'It's my decision too, Princess."

He took a step back to give me plenty of room to get off the desk. I picked up my panties, but I couldn't put them back on.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, pulled my skirt down, and hurried out of the room without looking at him again.

I paused in the hall outside, shut my eyes, and leaned against the wall. My head still spun from kissing him and coming so close to doing it for the first time in my life.

I did want Levi. I wanted Levi more than anything, but that little voice in the back of my mind kept whispering, You shouldn't.

I just got home from my father's funeral. Levi was Papa's best friend, his consigliere, and my guardian.

I shouldn't, but I still wanted to. What was happening to me? My body was going crazy with these wild feelings. It would explode out of my skin any second now. I could barely contain all the ideas and pictures and sensations going through me.

I saw what I just did with Levi. If I ever heard or found out about someone my age kissing and touching and screwing around with a man twenty years older than herself on her father's desk, I would have thought she was a shameless slut who couldn't control herself.

Was I turning into that? I kissed him. I unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants and touched him like that.

Fuck, his cock felt so incredibly hot! A thread of adrenaline went through my insides just thinking about it. Those eyes electrified me out of my mind.

I would do it with him again if he ever gave me the chance. I would go all the way with him in a heartbeat if he only let me… but he probably never would. He would go back to being my uncle, my guardian, the keeper of the keys.

He would go back to being his usual professional self, and I would go back to aching for him. If I ever kissed him again, he would push me away, and I would never find out just how amazing it could be to feel him moving inside me.