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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 ...