(XAVIER'S POV)
The sheets are fisted so tight in my hands that I can feel my nails digging into my palm through them.
"Così stretto per me," Marcello growls under his breath. (So tight for me.)
I don't know what it means but I like the sound of it.
He wraps his big rough hands around my throat and squeezes hard, cutting off my breath. My vision blurs at the edges and just when I start to gasp for air, he slaps me across the face with his other hand.
My head snaps to the side and the hot sting blooms across my cheek like fire. I gasp, gripping the sheets even harder.
Marcello keeps fucking me like a wild animal, the sound of his skin slapping against mine echoing throughout the room. He slaps me across the face again.
"Do it again," I say through gritted teeth.
He does.
"Again," I say harder.
He slaps across the face then spits on me.
