Chapter 38

Jordan Miller

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I'd never been this frustrated in my life. 

I knew I'd said it before but Alessandro could be a dick sometimes. He could've punished me in any other way and I swear I would've preferred it to denying me an orgasm. 

The worst part was that I couldn't help myself finish. I was usually able to; I wasn't sure what was wrong right now.

I was half tempted to march down to wherever the fuck Alessandro was and demand for him to finish what he started, but that would most likely be more embarrassing than him leaving me in the dining room.

By now, I'd lost my panties and my legs were spread wide on the bed as my fingers played with my pussy. It was unfulfilling. It was useless and I groaned when I couldn't give myself the kind of pleasure Alessandro could. 

He'd broken me; I knew that. Because why the hell would my body crave only his touch? Reasons like this were probab