Chapter 46
Francesca
I froze, I turned to the side in fright to see who said that and it was no other than Emilio. I moved away, avoiding his touch as he tried to touch me but eventually, he had me in his grasp.
He held me against himself like I belonged to him and no one else as he whispered affectionate words in my ear and as his hands clasped to my waist.
He brushed my hair to the side, kissing my neck and nibbling on it.
" Ah." I moaned softly, pushing back at him as my waist slammed into his and my butt grinded on his hard dick.
It was fulfilling and I found myself enjoying it as we both rocked ourselves on the pole, dancing and intertwined in our world. Right now, I forgot he was the man that I hated the most.
He was the man, who I found comfort with. I enjoyed his company, I turned and I found the silhouette of Enzo returning from the bar.
