Chapter 60

Alessandro’s POV

“Alessandro, I have a slight problem zipping off my dress.” Ameila groaned, struggling with the zipper of her dress.

“Turn around.” I told her and she swiftly did. I held the zipper and instead of helping her with it, my eyes roamed the back of her neck down her shoulders.

The scars from my whip hadn’t cleared off yet but her skin still looked at captivating as ever.

“Are you done?”

No, amoretto. I just want to fuck you.

“Alessandro…” She called again and I snapped out of my reverie.

“Yes. Shit, I mean no.” I was spouting gibberish. At just a little reveal of her skin, I couldn’t concentrate.

What if I saw her naked? I’m sure I was going to go more crazier than this.

“The zipper is stuck with some part of the dress. It’s all done now.” I stepped back after zipping down her dress a little.

“T…thank you.” She grinned and I nodded with an appreciative smile.

“You’re welcome. I can be of help anyti